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Vax Guyre// S/H// Half-elf//Dorm: 2// M: Akuma "Oh, alright, nice to meet you. I'm Vax Guyre, by the way." Vax smiled, she didn't like talking to people, but she did it anyway. Vax waved as Akuma went away, and she turned to find someone who knew what they were doing. She tugged on her sleeves, Vax tended to do that when she was nervous or stressed. Vax stepped around, maybe she could find her dorm. She checked the paper in her hand, Dorm Two. Vax walked around like a headless chicken, I hope that the hallucinations don't happen. They didn't happen a lot, but they happen more and more every year. She walked around some more, and spotted a pale skinned woman across the room. The girl had a long, flowy dress and seemed kind enough. Vax walked over to the girl, "Hey! Um, do you know where Dorm 2 would be?" Vax asked to the girl. "What's your name?" Vax asked, trying to be friendly. ME:
"oh my name is Akuma, Akuma shadow-mask nice to meet you Vax gyure" Turning back to face Vax "Oh by the way, I'm not sure where dorm two would be its my first time here maybe before class we could try to find it?" Akuma said clueless..
M: Vax gyure Akuma shadow|F|Demon|Dorm: 2 |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Open Right. Well, he couldn't exactly just stand here for the entire day, but he refused to try and socialize either. The flight had been long, draining, and whilst no one else saw him, he felt humiliated by the way he had to avoid so many places along the journey from his home to the academy. The tantalizing scent of food however did seem to resonate with his empty stomach and exhausted body, the soft growl of protest forcing him to uncross his arms with heavy reluctance as he made his way to where a few food stalls were set up. Given his homelands, they really only ever got to eat wild game they managed to hunt, winter vegetables or bread from the nearby village. Oh, how his golden eyes widened in glorious wonder as he saw the different foods laid out at each stall, the different colour's, the different scents... 'Surely this was a trick? Food was never so flavourful... Was never so... Bright!' He swallowed thickly as he felt himself salivating a little too much as he took it upon himself to try each and every delicacy he could get his hands onto. By the end of his rounds past the stalls, his arms were piled high fully of different foods. It was a miracle he wasn't dropping any of it yet... 'Finally... Something proper to eat... It feels like its been forever...' His teeth eagerly sunk into a skewer of sorts. He didn’t know what glaze coated it, or even what the hell kind of meat it was. All he knew in that moment was that it was hot. Fresh. And fucking delicious. Despite himself... The smallest content smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his wing feathers ruffled up in contentment. |
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Croía Reilly| She/Her| Banshee| dorm 4 | M: River, Open ♡ ♡ Croía frowns when she is left hanging, the attempt at socializing shot down by the other person. Only receiving a disdainful look. Croía walks away quickly, turning down the next hall. ♡ She runs her fingers through her curls, pulling the locks over her shoulder. Her footsteps, although light, still echo through the halls of the seemingly ancient structure. Croía peers out the tall windows at the food stalls and club stands, intrigued but not wanting to participate yet. Her mood had been affected by the botched interaction earlier. ♡ Croía looks forward at the sound of footfalls and realizes someone was running down the hall and up a flight of stairs. How odd, she thought, and wonders if they were running from her. ♡ Croía follows after them, unable to help herself. You know how the saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat”, well Croía was certainly the cat in this situation. She walks much more calmly up the stairs. Her simple black flats clicked against the steps. ♡ Croía reaches the top of the stairs, looking down the hall at this person. They held a piece of paper, and wore an interesting coat. She approached slowly, hoping not to scare them. ♡ Croía looks much more ghostly and dead, which she is, in the halls with only candles and lamps to light the space than she does in the sun. And doesn't like to frighten people. “Hello? Why were you running?” She asks, her hands clasped in front of herself. |
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Fissure Zograd | They/them it/its | Gryfn Shifter | Dorm 2 | M: Sylvester, Open | Fissure picked themself up and wiped dirt off their clothes before walking to the building. And quickly getting distracted by the sweet scent of fruit covered in sugar. Their eyes drifted to the stalls, each filled with some kind of food or collectible school-related item. They walked along, pausing at each one. | They ended up carrying a drawstring bag with the school's crest printed in the middle, and had filled it with pencils, pens, a couple of notebooks, and plenty of plastic-bagged snacks. They were currently trying to bite at the hard coating of a caramel apple before they ran into someone much taller than them. | They fell to the ground for the second time that day, though they managed to save their candy apple from hitting the dirt. Fissure sat up, an apology already halfway out of his mouth. | "S-Sorry. I should've watched where I was going..." They trailed off as they looked up at the person, the tall figure and large wings immediately intimidating. | Fissure tucked their wings and tail behind them instinctively. ... I hope he isn't mad... It didn't seem like either of us was paying attention... |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Fissure And just like that, his afternoon snack after days of travelling was ruined. His tiny smirk short-lived as it was practically snapped off his face from the feeling of someone colliding against him. A throaty grunt left his lips from the impact, his golden gaze following the remnants of his meat skewer to where it hit the grass... along with the rest of his arm fulls of food. ... He stood frozen for a moment, his wing feathers beginning to flare up more than before, this time not from contentment but pure unfiltered rage. Where did he begin-? His hands were now empty, holding absolutely nothing from where they hovered in the air uselessly. His fingers twitched a little, as if he was stuck between curling them into fists or simply letting them fall back to his sides. His heart rate sped up a little and he could TELL his face had just gained a few extra shades of red as he agonizingly and slowly, turned to face the individual who had bumped into him. He wasn't one to waste food. But he sure as hell wasn't one to let someone walk away scot free after costing him such heavenly food like that within a matter of minutes of him even realizing such food existed either. ...But then again, what was it his Pa always told him? Calm body, calm mind? Was it... 4 seconds in, hold then 8 seconds out...? Or... He held his hands up in a pausing gesture, taking a very deep breath IN through the nose, before exhaling out through his lips. Was this really worth it? Probably not. Could he simply go back and replace the food? Definitely. He was proper. This didnt have to result in a huge outburst or... some violent scuffle. It was only the first day, and it wasn't even a day with proper classes. He couldn't disappoint his father by acting so childishly. Finally after a moment or two, he regained his composure, his feathers smoothing back out as his golden eyes pierced right into the amber eyes of the person before him. Wait, wings...? Were they another Avian? His gaze drifted a little over their form, taking in the rest of their appearance. Short too... But then his gaze caught sight of the tail and he had his answer. 'No... That tail didn't belong to his kind at all.' "Tch. Just be more careful next time and use the damn eyes in your head." Sylvester's voice was gruff, yet not entirely unkind either. He was still agitated about the wasted food, sure. But he was a little more collected than he had been initially. "...Didn't hurt yourself, did you?" He added reluctantly, his gaze averting as he decided to at least show what little compassion he might've had deep DEEP down, beneath his prickly and cold exterior. |
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Ophelia Nightingale Jones |Unknown |F |Shapeshifter |Dorm 2/M:open After practicing for awhile she decided to go to her dorm finally and unpack. She figured it was finally time to go and introudce herself to her dormmates. She carfully polished her flute again and put it back into it's case. She closed the case with a soft click and closed her binder. She walked back into the instrument room and out the items into her cubby. She walked out and picked up her bookbag and headed out into the crowded hallwayand gulped. She decided the easiest way to get around them was over. She reached deep feeling the power in her rise up. She took a deep breath as she felt her power serge up through her body rushing warm and fast. She summonded up her form like she'd done so many times before. Her body shrank and talons gre out from her feet. Her arms branched out until they were covered with feathers and soft feather spread across her body. A beak grew out as her eyes became smaller and sharper. In just seconds the girl had become a raven her backpack had shrunk with her on her back but still allowing her wings to move freely. She flapped her wings and lifted into the air grabbing her lunchbox in her talons she flew over the crowd to the dorm area. Her sharp eyes scanned the dorms until she found dorm two. She swooped towards it using on of her free talons to open the door. She paused in the doorway taking in her dormmates. |
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Fissure Zograd | They/them it/its | Gryfn Shifter | Dorm 2 | M: Sylvester | They flinched at the other's obvious anger and remained tense as he calmed himself. They lowered their gaze to the ground, terrified of looking up at the other. | "...sorry. I'll do better. I... I didn't get hurt. Did- Did you?" Fissure already knew they were too small to have done any real damage. "I-I can pay for what I ruined, if- if you want." | Fissure only had so much money left from their own snack run, but they needed wanted the other to know that they wanted to fix their mistake. | They couldn't already have enemies on the first day- let alone a day without a real schedule. |
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Sylvester Montgomery | He/Him | Avian | Dorm 1 | M: Fissure God, was this really what he'd come to? The other was so much smaller than him, looking terrified to bits, and was now even offering to pay to cover the things they'd caused Sylvester to drop. Any other time or place, he probably would've kicked up a whole stink about it. The whole concept of being even and all that jazz. But looking down at the stranger, he just didn't feel comfortable with the idea. Fairs, fair. But even so, if he actually accepted, part of him would almost feel bad. Like some kind of bully even when THEY had been the one to bump into HIM. He let out a long, deep groan as he ran a hand over his face. His golden eyes sharpening as he narrowed them a little, standing up straighter as he returned his gaze to theirs. "No. No you didn't harm me... and don't bother with the payment. It's only food." He growled, crouching down as he began to pick up the scattered wrappers and chunks of food that lay among the grass, grimacing a little at the sight of the grass and dirt clinging to each item. 'Ugh... Disgusting... Such a damn waste...' His gaze fell to the sticky fruit skewer he had found earlier too, now covered in a hefty coating of grass, dirt and even some smaller bugs. 'Dammit... I'd been looking forward to trying that one too...' His scowl deepened a little as he regarded the ruined candied fruit with a colder look than usual. His golden eyes then shifted back to the figure in front of him, his curiosity had been piqued thoroughly after his earlier observations of them. The wings. The tail. Not Avian... so what? "So. The hell are you anyways. Some kind of Sparrow?" He teased slightly given their much smaller stature, but his genuine interest still managed to seep into his words. |
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River Goldsmith | Hey/They | Vampire | Dorm 1 | M: Croía River heard a shuffle of footsteps behind him, they stopped then a voice spoke out. They saw no one else in the corridor or stairwell before so they knew they were talking to him. He turned around quite sharply on his heels with their hands behind his back, still with the neatly folded paper in hand, taking in the sights before him. They were smaller than himself and he thought she was so pale she could be pushed over with one finger. River almost tilted his head at her question, why were you running?
Mmm why was she interested? River responded with a hint of annoyance and an accusatory manner which often left the other person questioning their intentions. "Why was I running? How is that any of your business?" Bold for someone he'd never met before if that was the case which he knew it was as he often liked to do a bit of it himself.
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Vax Guyre// S/H//Drom two//M: Vax frowned when the girl didn't seem to notice her. She turned around and walked off, hoping to find somebody who new what they were doing. A gasp escaped her mouth as she felt a hand on her shoulder, the feeling of the hand was gone, but the hand was still there. No. No, not today! Vax was having another hallucination, she felll to her knees and tried to clear her head. "Leave me alone" Vax's voice came out, barely a whisper. The hallucinations lasted for a while, and she could never find a way to prove it wasn't there. Vax shook her head over and over, for about five minutes she sat on the ground. The hallucination stopped. |
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Fall Month: 2 
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