[System]
(Just imagine the wings as hair, bright blue eyes, and no halo. You'e got yourself a Nova)
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:
* Hair: She has long black hair, reaching her mid back. It's wavy and messy looking, as she barely brushes it. She prefers to keep it out of her face, tying it back with whatever's on hand.
* Eyes: Her eyes are a bright, piercing blue, the exact colour of her demon fire.
* Skin: Nova's skin is a pale ass, near white colour, as if she has never seen a ray of sunlight in her life. It burns much too easily.
* Build: She's 5'3, and has a thin build, not much muscle.
* Clothes: Anything black is okay with her. Her most common ones are black ripped jeans, paired with a black t-shirt.

Hobbies:
Playing in the rain
Baking
Art (drawing, painting, sculpting)
Reading
Singing
Climbing
Gardening
Pranking others

Pet Peeves:
Assumtions being made about anything or anyone
Pushy people
Humidity
Hair in her face
Idiots
Bullies

Base Power:
Blue Flames. These flames are harmless, merely serving as a source of light and little heat. Her family is from Onibi (Demon Flame Yokai) ancestry.

History:
Nova had a pretty normal family life. Her, her three older brothers, a younger brother and her grandparents all lived together in a small suburban town. They had a pretty large amount of money, due to her family's line of business. Her parents were always away, so she never really met them.

 Nova wasn't the most social child. While her brothers went out to birthday parties and other social events, she'd stay home with her grandparents, learning how to tend to the garden, bake, do simple things like that. She was a very imaginative kid as well, so the few times she didn't actually imagine the things she saw, she didn't realize.

 As she grew older, she began to meet other people who she was comfortable around. Eventually she had found a small friend group, much to the relief of her brothers. She pulled many harmless pranks with them, and began to come out of her shell. By the time the last two years of middle school had pulled around, she was actively participating in social events and the like.

 At the start of her second to last year, she began to see things again. She told her friends about the things she saw, but they just laughed it off, thinking she was pulling their leg. She realized that she was better off not sharing these things with them.

 One day she mustered up the courage to tell her grandparents about these things. They took her to a small clearing in the nearby woods, pointing out some small blue flames flickering in the center. They explained to her how she was descended from a Yokai, how she could see things others couldn't. She found out that she was the only one seeing these things, as it was more common with the woman in her family.

Supernatural History:
 Nova has had a few moments of spotting spirits and the occasional monster, but only one has stuck with her to this day. While she was lying in her bed one night, a loud crackling washeard outside her window. Opening it, she saw a small pulsing orb at the base of the tree beside her window. Being a curious person, she decided to follow it, even though it was extremely late at night. She ended up at the local park, where the orb began to multiply into many diferrent ones, with a large variety of colours. Soon, the entire park was lit by these orbs, giving it an ethereal look. She was found sleeping in one of the trees the next morning by one of her brothers out on a run.

[User]
Akira looked at Suzue in more of a curious intrigue than anything, though he didn't seem to really mind being called out by Suzue or her being selected as captain, though he didn't join the discussion. Something he learned in street fighting is that anything could be used to your advantage. He walked over to Saito and the delinquent's hand would become a blur, as he snagged Saito's newspaper right out of his hands. Before the president could complain, Akira rolled it up and flattened it and wrap the newspaper around his neck and zipping up the collar of his jacket to keep it into place, making it so that ink couldn't easily get on his throat. Akira gave a small smug "thanks" as he walked back towards the group.

"I doubt it's intangible, since I doubt Mr. Electric Eel would be that cheap. Though he did gave us a bit of a clue in that, it's going to be using ink in some way. Akira took another sip from his pancake drink. "Now either he equipped it with a paint brush and trained it to use it like a psycho slasher or it just has naturally has it. Akira seemed to have fully drank all of his pancake drink as he turned it over only for it to spill droplets. "Well either way trying to create a complex plan against something you have so little info about is stupid. Let's just go and see what it is first. Akira walked over vending machines and pulling out a handful of coins he bought a half a dozen sodas before putting them into his bag. Whatever for was anyone's guess.

[Assistant]
Ayame Masahiro

Ayame pursed her lips as everyone began to explain what their abilities could do. She knew that little fox had something to do with it, but aside from causing a ruckus in the classroom, she wasn't sure what it could do, or even how to control it. Great, first mission and I'm already useless... she thought, but then she took a deep breath. Saito wouldn't have scouted her if she was useless. She just needed to focus and think about that fox. She imagined it standing next to her, tried calling it with a mental dog whistle. Suddenly, she felt a fluttering in her chest, and she looked down to see the fox sitting in front of her with a somewhat cocky expression."Ah, I did it!" she cried, glad that she was able to repeat the effects of her powers, but now what? Everyone was already strategizing with Suzue and she didn't even know how her powers could help.

"So..." she began, wondering if the fox could even understand her. "There's something in those woods that we need to catch. Do you think you can help us?" The fox gave a wide yawn, stood up and started sniffing the ground. It walked several feet towards the woods, and then paused, looking back at Ayame as if to say, "You coming or what?" "Suzue!" She said excitedly, glad she was finally able to figure something out. "I think my fox can help us track whatever we're looking for. That should be a good start, right?"

Saito Ryuuji

Saito gave Akira a mildly annoyed expression when he snatched the newspaper, but it quickly turned to an amused one when he saw what the boy was doing with it. "Careful," Saito said. "If it thinks you're trying to be clever, you'll just piss it off. Also," Once Akira turned his back, Saito flicked his fingers, sending a tiny spark to the back of the delinquent's head. It might have been painful for the other students, but to him, it would just feel like a really bad static shock. "I wasn't done reading that. Ask next time." With that, Saito crossed his legs on the bench and took out his phone, pulling up the same news story he was in the middle of.

Elsewhere in the woods...

The creature could hear voices coming from the beginning of the path. He wondered what kind of recruits Saito had sent for him to play with. "Let's see how brave these lads and lasses are," it muttered, giving a toothy grin as it went to work. It assembled a pile of sticks, twigs and leaves, then made a seal with its furry little hands. The pile of foliage rippled and warped before forming a human. skeleton sprawled out on the ground. "Hmm... we can make it more convincing yet, I think..." He whipped out a calligraphy brush and splashed some ink onto the skeleton. Again it rippled, and bits of flesh and blood hung from the bones. It looked like it had been picked clean by some forest animal. One more fleck of the brush and some flies appeared, buzzing over the corpse, complete with the faint smell of rot. With a chuckle, the creature swiftly leaped into a tree branch, waiting for them to stumble across his little surprise.

[User]
Clicking the lock into place Sora stepped away from the bike rack and admired his handiwork, giving the bike a quick pull to make sure it was secure. Walking through the front gate of the park and following the path he was soon able to find and catch-up to the others, arriving just in time to catch the last of what Saito said about ink and Suzue being in charge.

"I can breathe smoke." At least that was all he knew he could do right now. In all honesty it wasn't the most useful ability unless he was trying to pacify a bee hive or summon the fire department; in his opinion, none of their powers were particularly useful when it came to tracking down a Yokai in the middle of the woods, though a few of them might be useful once it came to subduing whatever it was. If nothing else they could just throw Akira at it and have the boy wrestle the thing to the ground.

Aside from the issue of finding the creature however, there was another factor about this whole exercise that came to mind that might make things more difficult. "One thing we need to keep in mind; whatever this thing is knows we're coming. It was brought here specifically so we could try to capture it. We're not going to be able to sneak up on it."

Sora turned to their club captain. He couldn't help but wonder what Saito's motivation was in setting up this little exercise; it was too early to call this training, when they had only just gotten their abilities and most of them were still trying to come to grips with all of this. So was this a test to see how well they could perform under pressure and without guidance? Why did it feel like they were being thrown into the fire?

Maybe he was just being paranoid, but something told him that they weren't expected to actually succeed here today.

It could be that Sora was just overreacting though. Truth was he was still angry about the method by which their captain had brought them here and the letter than had shaken up his life unnecessarily; things would have been a lot less tense and nerve wracking over the past few weeks had Saito been a little more upfront in approaching him. It might be unfair but the whole ordeal had given Sora a bad impression of their captain and he couldn't help but mistrust him.

"This thing knows the area better than we do. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a few surprises waiting for us."

[Assistant]
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Suzue held a hand to her chin, mulling over their options. They had quite the...wide range of skills, didn't she? She did agree though, trapping it certainly would likely be their best course of action. She could perhaps use her webs to create an elaborate trap with her webs, but that would all require some quick thinking and complex coordination...one of them which, didn't seem intent on helping that. Sighing lightly as she watched Akira harass the President and head off into the woods himself. She had to refrain from snickering as Saito delivered swift punishment.

"Akira, please." Suzue called out. "I you are right in that we should explore, but we should be cautious. We have no idea what this thing is." She voiced her concerns quickly, doing her best to keep them short and to the point. Pausing for a moment, she frowned. Well, she couldn't really reign in a single delinquent so easily. Those kinds of people only responded to one type of thing.

Well, she'd resort to that only if needed.

"Alright," Turning back to the group, Suzue smiled. "Here's what I want everyone to do. Ayame, Sora, Alice, team up. See if you can track the creature using the fox. Sora and Alice, your job is to see if you can use your smoke to drive the creature towards us. If you have trouble locating us, use your fox to do it." Smoke and wind could make for a quite formidable ability, if used right, couldn't it? That seemed like a good idea. Turning to Akio and Aiden. "Akio, Akira, Aiden, and I shall work on setting up a few traps. We'll find a good place near here and set them up. My threads are perfect for the job, and Aiden could help potentially camouflage them with his abilities." She was having a difficult time thinking of a direct use for levitation, honestly, so she'd keep him with her for now until needed. "Akira will be a bodyguard of sorts. If we happen to get ambushed we can use your physical expertise to try and subdue the creature."

Letting the proposed planned sink in for a moment, Suzue continued.

"Is that agreeable with everyone?" She questioned. "And remember...please, don't do anything reckless. I'd rather not anyone get hurt, even if this is just practice."

[User]
 Nova listened to the plan from her perch on the bench. She wasn't too sure about what she could do to help, though she would try to the best of her ability. Placing a bookmark where she had left off, she placed her book in her bag, exchanging it for the glue and lighter. Tucking the two items into her pocket, she walked over to the group.

 "I can help with the tracking if that's alright with you all. I can make flames, though they don't seem to be very warm. They can help light up darker areas however, and if the smoke thing doesn't work, I could try to send up a flare."

 Turning towards the woods, Nova furrowed her brows. A faint smell seemed to be coming from the path they were supposed to take. Hoping it didn't have anything to do with their path, she looked back towards the group.

 "We ready to go now?"


[System]
"Fuck you"
Age:
15

Height
 5'10

Weight:
150 lbs

House:
Slytherin

Year:
 5th

Personality:
Hugo-described by passed students and acquaintance's-is an asshole. Being widely known for his heckling and for not caring of his consequences of his actions. Causing chaos on the trail he walks on, he is hated on by almost everyone. The friends that would stick with him would constantly make fun of themselves and others. He talks aloud for the sole reason that he know's he's obnoxious and stupid.

He is lazy and gives his work a 50%. He considers every class - except Potions and Transfiguration - "boring, stupid, and could get get a prolapse by my uncle."

He gives insults to everyone and anyone, teachers even. Which really get's him the most in trouble. His personality would really cause no threatening manner besides a frown and maybe some hurt feelings.

He finds dueling and Quidditch fun, where he can annoy people more.

Though, deep inside his mind, he feels lonely. From the many schools he would be in, he would see pairs and groups of friends, and despite him having "friends", they would really not get him. His real feelings being sent into a corner of his mind, making a facade of this asshole persona, to drive attention away from him so they wouldn't see how lonely he is.

In the rare times he is angry, he really explodes, this is usually emotional anger, and it's towards a close family member, or even trusted friend ( Which is even more rare.) In the public, he displays anger with more insults, with no angry tone, but harsher and tougher heckle's

History
Being born into a family in California with a respected Auror- his father dying off due to a suicide from PTSD- her mother sent him Ilvermorny, where during his first year, he had gotten kicked out by setting afire to the herbology room. This would be a action of rebellion, as he wanted to spend time with his mother than school. Her mother- though- wanted to get him a good education, so she sent him to different schools across the world.

From Russia to France to Northern Europe, Hugo had been kicked out from school to school, before his mother had been so focused on his life, she had gone to capture a Dark Wizard un-prepared. This would cause her inevitable fall.

Hearing the news, Hugo had a breakdown, and had to move to his brother near England, where he would be sent to this "Hogwarts" place.

" I'll burn this fucker to the ground" He said as he heard about it from his brother. This would be in the summer, where he had time to prepare.

His brother, being a graduate from Hogwarts, had told him all the things about the school, and passed down his books and some robes for him.

This year, though- will be different. Instead of him going to get kicked out- he will stay, and keep doing his malicious acts while still being able to stay at the school. This is for his mother's sake.

Hugo- during his short years in different schools- had been proficient in Potions- since he "Likes the colors" and "Could spike someone's drink"- and transfiguration. The rest he would have mediocre grades- usually from him bribing or cheating off his peers.

Extracurricular Activities:
*Quidditch Team Keeper
*Dueling Club member
*Local Heckler
*Future owner of "Dick's Diddly Doo's" ( being run by a fake name "Richard")

Strength's:
* True on his word about anything
* A fine dueler and a fighter on anything else.
* Potions and Transfig.

Weakness's:
* Heckler
* "Plants hate me"
* Insecure
* Known to get into many fights
* color=007236

Other:

Ash wood
Unicorn hair core
10" in length
Hard flexibility
* Half Blood
* He likes to make fake wars with his miniatures and make obnoxious noises with their deaths.
* He has access to his Patronus; which is a Pine Marten.
* He has access to old books from his Brother with notes from the inside, which would help him with classes.

"All of you are twats and cunts"

[User]
Elliot

Elliot listened to Jax as he looked around taking notice of the other two faces in the compartment who he'd never really spoken to before. The only times he'd taken notice of them properly was during quidditch games and they were both pretty good from his memory. There were many times that Piper had nearly wiped him out with a bludger during their games against each other, she had a canon of an arm when she smashed it. After Jax finished speaking, Elliot looked back to him and replied, "Yeah I'm all good, no complaints with me! I don't think I'm ready for getting up early for classes after sleeping in late all summer." Elliot let out of an over the top sigh thinking about getting up and then laughed.

Elliot laughed a long with the rest of them when they started to talk about who was going to win in quidditch. He grinned to himself, thinking that he'd be taking the cup back with him for the Gryffindor's. The conversation changed between quidditch and work and Jax mentioned about tutoring people. "Yeah well as long as you help me get through charms again like last year, I'll be happy about that! I would have definitely failed if you didn't force me into getting the work done." He smiled at Jax, always having a soft spot for him ever since he helped him pass charms in the second year and the following years after that.

It didn't take long for the train to start moving and he was glad for it, as he was never one for long journeys just because he started to get bored and wanted to get off after a while. The Slytherin girl, named Piper started to talk about chocolate frogs and wanting to finish off her collection. "Yeah, you can have my cards if you want, I'm in serious need of some chocolate right now but I don't collect them. Hopefully the cart doesn't take too long to come around!" Elliot smiled to her, thinking that this would probably be the longest time he'd spent with a Slytherin in his life. Being a Gryffindor, it seemed to be coded into their DNA to be a naturally mistrustful of Slytherins, but Elliot was always willing to give the someone the benefit of the doubt.

@Hitman@Daydreamz@Cole

[Assistant]
Hogsmeade Station

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Hogsmeade station is a rather quaint little station situated just outside the reaches of Hogwarts Castle. The station has a very old-fashioned look to it, with a few stone buildings making up the entirety of the station. Located a few steps just outside the furthest building is a trail, with self-drawn carriages awaiting the arrival of the students. The carriages carry the students the distance from the station all the way to the Castle, where the orientation ceremony will be held along with a giant feast.

The Hogwarts Express came to a screeching halt after it's 9-hour trek throughout the day. The whistle gave one final blow as students from all seven years filed off the train quickly, eager to begin their studies at Hogwarts. Luggage is left behind, as it will be located in your dorm once you make it there.

Once you make it to Hogwarts, you will be guided towards the great hall where you will seat at your designated house table. Shortly after Headmistress McGonagall will give the orientation speech, followed after by the Sorting Ceremony and Feast.

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Damian Griffin

Damian had fallen asleep for the majority of the train ride. A few hours into it and Damian was leaning his head against the window out cold. His slumber however was interuppted as the train came to a stop, and the bustling of students leaving their compartments started to amp up. Damian slowly opened his eyes as he wiped the streak of drool that was coming out of his mouth. He groaned as he felt the stiffness in his neck from leaning in such a awkward position for hours straight. Managing to give his neck a good crack and stretching out as good as he could, he looked around the compartment.

The students that filled the compartment with him started to file out one by one, each with their own quips about finally making it to Hogwarts. Damian was still a little groggy from his sleep, so he let all the other students go in front of him. One by one the people that filled the compartment started to file out, only then did Damian find his way off the train. Finally making his way off the train, Damian gave a soft yawn as he rubbed his eyes. He looked around for a minute, for a familiar face but couldn't find any. Guess they went on ahead.

Damian made his way towards the carriages, hopping onto one of the final ones to depart towards the school. Damian found he was seated with nobody, most of the students had gone ahead and there were few stragglers left behind. Damian sighed as he twiddled with his thumbs, the carriage took off down the trail toward the school.

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hogwarts Castle is a large, seven-story high building supported with the help of magic. Throughout the school are many staircases that change throughout the day, along with dungeons and tunnels that lead to many different place through the school. The school had been rebuilt from the battle of Hogwarts years ago, with some new improvements to the school. Along with the many greenhouses outside, Hogwarts also has it's own Quidditch pitch for Quidditch games to be played. Surronded by mountains, a forbidden forest, and a lake the Castle is a sight to behold.

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Damian Griffin
The carriage ride had been uneventful for Damian. Being alone on the ride, Damian was left with his thoughts and the wonders of the year to come. The students he met on the train all seemed to be very friendly and great people. Perhaps he would try and associate more with them, and try and actually make friends this year. He shrugged his shoulders, if they were meant to be his friends then they would end up being his friends.

Damian gave out a loud yawn as the carriage pull up towards the school, a short walks distance was between him and his 5th year. Making his way to the giant doors, he creaked them open slowly. Throughout the large hallway you could already hear the echo being made from the Great Hall where all the students already were. Making his way down the hall, and taking one of the branches off towards the noise he approached the Great Hall.

Entering into the room, he looked around as he took a deep breath. Tables were already filled with students talking about their summers and their aspirations for the upcoming year. Damian approached near the front of the table, where the 1st year students were going to sit. Sitting inbetween where the 1st year students were going to be and the rest of the students, he looked around the Ravenclaw table for a second before resting his hand under his chin and eyeing the front of the great hall where all the teachers were sitted. Giving out one last yawn before the start of the ceremonies.

[User]
As the train to Hogwarts camp to an end, Hugo was on to his usual antics of fucking around. This time he was drawing rather vulgar words and symbols on a sleeping peer's forehead. His peer- later to be named "Marvin"- next to him chuckling softly.  "Shut up you fucking dickwad, before I magic you a new asshole."

"Like you can, fucking sket, bet you get that skill from your mum, innit?" Said the peer.

" Nah, your mom taught that shit to me, she said it would be useful, she taught it to me while she was at the hospital. She had to recover after the complete destruction on her and her room last night.  Shot back Hugo, talking clearly. It was obvious that Marvin was a born Brit, and would possibly be a good friend to Hugo.

"Well you-" Marvin said before being cut off by the breaks of the train. This would make him lurch forward as Marvin was on the edge of his seat, wanting to get a closer look at the man. This would be the last thing before the peer would finally wake up, with the sound of Marvin's face being planted on the floor, and the pure laughter exerting from Hugo as that happened,  " You're more retarded than that chocolate frog I ate!" Hugo said in between laughs, "And I'm sure that has too many chromosomes than your 'mum', you toilet drinking, jizz eating, dick cheese cutting, neck beard, lookin' ass." Said Hugo, he was grinning ear to ear then.

The student with the ink on his face looked around, "W-what happened?" he said, looking confused and tired from his 'nap'. It was then the two boys had ran out of the compartment, leaving the confused boy to wander what happened. He later will find out that not ONLY did he had his forehead drawn with "Dicksucker" on it, though Hugo ALSO shaved the top of his head in a line, making it look like a reverse mo-hawk.

Marvin pushed his and Hugo's way into the line of students leaving, Marvin being a bulky boy, standing 5'9, and clearly looked like he worked out 24/7. Hugo and Marvin made their way into the fifth or sixth carriage. Looking inside, Hugo squinted his eyes, eyeing the people that had been cursed to be with him in a short time. Oh, how he's going to make this time go for a long time.


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
Vail paced the edge of his room with restless energy, still reeling from what his father had told him. Another day had passed, but he was still just as upset as before. There was nothing wrong with Sylvia, she was probably the most suitable fiancée Peter could have chosen for him, but he had just made the decision to let Victoria in. Their night together at the inn was still fresh in his mind, from the intimate moments to the quiet conversations they'd had. Even though he had initially planned to use her for her blood, he had come to genuinely like every part of their encounters. He wasn't ready to let them go yet. He wasn't even sure if he could.

Feelings aside, he had developed a taste for her blood that needed satisfying. It would be difficult for him to cut himself off from the source of his addiction so abruptly. Of course, Peter couldn't know this. His father still thought he was just meeting with the Crest heiress for the sake of keeping the Hygrace clan safe. He had no idea just how far Vail had fallen in his pit of sin—nor that he had laid with a human in a way that should have only been reserved for another vampire.

If he was honest, he could see why Peter was taking precautions. He was fully aware of the dangers of falling for a human. Perhaps if the clan leader had arranged his marriage sooner, he wouldn't have let things go so far with Victoria. Unfortunately, as it was, the effort might be too little too late. He was already attached to her like a horse to its rider, and the thought of never seeing her again made him tense.

Frustrated, he fell back on his bed with a groan. He had no idea what to do. On one hand, he wanted to keep meeting with Victoria out of his own selfish desire to have her to himself, but on the other hand, his loyalty to his family told him to obey his father's order to marry Lady Macey. The choice should have been simple, and perhaps it would have been just three days ago, but now that he had crossed past the line of predator and prey with Victoria, he couldn't let go of whatever was going on between them.

To say that he didn't care about her would have been a lie. He knew he was smitten with Lady Crest beyond just his physical draw to her body. He had accepted it. The mischief in her smile and the sound of her melodic voice always coaxed him to relax when he was around her. She was a unique woman, even if she was a human, and he couldn't help the fact that he found everything about her attractive. He wished he could express the weight of his emotions to his father, but he knew Peter would never understand. The clan leader was paranoid to a fault. He would only see Victoria as a threat. There was no way for Vail to have her and keep his family's approval.

Maybe I'll find Sylvia attractive when I get to know her better, he thought with a discouraged exhale, resting his forearms over his face. Right now, he couldn't think about any other woman the way he thought of Victoria, but perhaps that was just because he hadn't been around any others recently. He still despised the thought of giving the Crest heiress up, but did he even have a choice? Peter had made his decision. If he disobeyed the order to court and marry Lady Macey, he had no idea what would happen. He had never directly gone against his father's wishes before. There was safety in listening to the leader of the Hygraces, who offered protection against anyone who wished do him harm, but what if he was exiled from the manor for his incompliance? The thought made him shiver apprehensively.

Overwhelmed by the weight of both choices, he crawled under the blankets on his bed and pulled them over his head, hoping a nap might help him clear his mind. He certainly needed one after mulling the dilemma over for hours. Maybe when he woke again, he would finally have an answer.

[Assistant]
Ray heard the screams coming from Lady Crest's room. He practically kicked down the door to get to her. He had his guns drawn and as he entered, he saw Lord Spencer about to take advantage of the weakened woman. "Spencer stop it!" He aimed his gun at the vampire, his glare meant business, he wasn't afraid to pull the trigger and end the Lord right here, spurring the fury of the Wynter clan.

Spencer looked over at Ray with blood red eyes, Victoria was frozen in fear beneath him, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. Spencer looked like he was about to leap at the Saint, Ray squeezed lightly on the trigger button of the pistol. If Gerald found this, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him now. He had put up with him far too long, throwing his weight around. Spencer growled in a feral rage, fangs fully extended and bared at the Saint ready to strike. A human had gotten in the way of his pray. He was not pleased. Spencer could rip the entire Order to shreds right now but he knew they could whisk Victoria away somewhere he'd never find her.

He contemplated the risk versus the cost. Ray also had a silver bullet that could pierce his heart no matter how fast he was. He slowly let go of the heiress and calmed himself. He refused to believe he was lowlife vampire feral scum who gave into their emotions. He was smarter than that. He retracted his fangs and got off the girl. He wiped the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and glanced at his prey. She shakily grabbed the cover and pulled it over herself to hide her naked form from sight. The adrenaline helped her to gain some energy.

Spencer straightened his jacket. He knew this wasn't the way to seduce her. Not with anger. He would have to paralyse her with his pheromones when she was a little stronger to hold herself up otherwise she'd only be like a floppy puppet. He sighed and nodded to Ray, composing himself. He didn't apologise for what he tried to do, he merely stormed out of the room. As he left, Ray kept his gun on him at all times until he left the landing entirely. He then rushed to Victoria's side. "Are you hurt?" He asked her, she managed to shake her head. She whimpered as her lip quivered. It wasn't the fact Spencer hit her and threw her across the room, nor that he was draining her blood. It was the fact he had tried to force himself upon her. It was the most unpleasant experience.

Ray shushed her from whimpering, which turned into sobbing. He sighed and looked around, he didn't know how to handle the emotional woman and so gingerly took her in his arms and cradled her. She cried into his chest as he rocked her gently. She only wished it were Vail comforting her instead.

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Two more days passed, and Vail became certain he couldn't obey Peter's wishes even if he wanted to. After going over half a week without seeing Victoria, all he could think about was tasting her blood again. He longed to have just a drop to stave off his incessant cravings, but he still hadn't heard a whisper from her. No letters had come in nor any other form of communication to tell him when and where to meet her next. He was beginning to wonder if he would hear from her at all.

Of course, Peter was quite pleased with the lack of word from the Crest heiress. The Hygrace leader seemed to think it meant she had given up on "seducing him," as he believed was her intention. Since Vail had come home with no news of the Order after their last encounter, it only made sense for him to suspect something else was going on. He still didn't know the extent of his son's transgresses though. As far as he was aware, their meetings had been harmless; just talk and nothing more. Vail was careful to keep him from realizing just how far they had actually gone.

Despite the silence from Victoria, Peter had not wavered on his decision to make Vail marry Sylvia. In fact, Edison had just written back with his approval for the arrangement earlier that day. His haste made it clear that he was excited about giving his daughter's hand to the heir of the Hygraces and forming an alliance with the most powerful clan in the nation.

Peter insisted that the two should begin courting right away.

Vail argued that he needed to readjust to a daylight schedule before he could court anyone.

With the new development, he was beginning to feel trapped between his responsibility to his family and his insatiable desire for Lady Crest. He felt tense with apprehension, knowing which path he wanted to take but unsure if it was still possible to follow. It had been quite a while since he'd heard anything from Victoria, and he didn't know if he ever would again. She had told him not to go after her too; said it was too dangerous. Perhaps she had decided not to reach out to him anymore? He doubted that. Everything she had said and done the last time they'd met suggested otherwise. She probably just hadn't had an opportunity to sneak out again.

He tried to distract himself from his thoughts about her by playing a game of chess against himself—after learning it was a pastime she enjoyed, he had decided to start practicing again—but found that it wasn't easy to stop imagining feeding on her blood. His mouth watered just thinking about it. Though he wasn't having the physical withdrawals he usually suffered from when he went too long without satisfying his bloodlust, the mental cravings were nearly worse. They consumed his mind, leaving little room for anything else. It was hard for him to focus on the game.

His eyes wandered to the window as he considered disregarding her warning and coming to find her in spite of the danger. He knew it was a bad idea. According to Victoria, the Crest manor was crawling with Saints. However, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go without feeding on her again. He ran his tongue across his fangs, weighing his options. Perhaps he could go to the taverns and find someone else to prey on until he heard back from Victoria. It was a decent idea, but he knew it wouldn't stop him from craving what he was really after: her blood. No one else's could compare.

He leaned back in his chair with a sigh. Was he really going to risk his life to have her yet again? He was starting to question his sanity. There was no reason for a vampire to get so attached to a human. Yet he still found himself putting on a coat.

I'll just stop by quickly, he reasoned as he crept silently down the stairs. As long as he didn't linger, it was unlikely for the Saints to realize he was even there, right? It was a good enough excuse to convince him to venture into the night, giving in to his addiction as he sought out Lady Crest.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Is... something the matter?

Arcana: II Priestess

Personality: Kotori is, by any standard, a quiet girl. She rarely speaks if not spoken to directly - and even when she does, she only does so in a soft voice. She isn't one to put herself forward and, in fact, actually prefers to keep her distance from others, making her a rather timid person. She is, however, rather diligent; always doing her utmost at any given task. Given her weak constitution, she dislikes most physical activities and, in fact, often sits out during P.E. She also seems quite conscious of people's eyes on her and quickly feels uncomfortable when that is the case.

Given these traits, Kotori is not exactly the most sociable person - though that doesn't really seem to bother her. Most of her free time she spends studying or helping her mother around the family flowerstore in the Warakuma Shopping District.

Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - Japanese Umbrella: A bamboo-and-paper umbrella.
Armour - School Uniform: The standard female Warakuma Highschool Uniform.
Accessory - Small Locket: A small heart-shaped pendant worn around the neck; kept in a pocket while at school.
Skills - Does well in her studies. Knows a large number of flowers by name. Quite capable at Flower Arrangement. Is strongly near-sighted. Low stamina.

Background: Kotori is the only child of the Shirohane familiy, who have lived in Warakuma for generations and are known for their flower shop in the Warakuma Shopping District - the shop is on the ground floor while the family home is on the floor above. Unfortunately, Kotori's father - a kind man who was never seen without a smile on his face - passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her mother to look after both the store and the child. Fortunately, Kotori was by no means a troublemaker - though after her father's death, she did become a lot more quiet and reserved. Though saddened by her husband's passing, Kotori's mother remains a cheerful person at heart and does her best to keep both the store going and watch over her daughter.

Apart from these things, Kotori's childhood had few other noteable events. She hasn't joined any clubs at Warakuma Highschool or actually made any real friends due to her nature, never being one to draw much attention. Furthermore, she isn't much of an athlete; quickly getting out of breath and has sat out during P.E. a number of times due to this already - though she doesn't feel all too bothered by this.

Persona: Kikuri-Hime

Appearance: Kikuri-Hime

Abilities:
Dia - Light Single-Target HP Recovery
Patra - Cure Single-Target Fear/Rage/Confusion ailment
Zio - Light Single-Target Electricity Damage
Strong against Electricity
Weak against Physical

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

Kotori wasn't really sure what to be expecting - but it certainly hadn't been the sudden approach of one of the two girls. It was only when she actually stood right before her and had to bend down to bring them face to face that Kotori realised just how tall she was - whilst she herself usually was in the taller half, this girl was something else. Kotori barely got a moment to reply to any of the questions she asked; the girl simply talking on before she had the chance - before grabbing her hands and pulling her over to the table where the other girl sat. A bit startled at how sudden it all was, she could only give a quick "Nice to meet you too, Utaha-san" and having little opportunity for a more polite bow as she was directed toward one of the seats.

Once there, the other girl - Keiko, as she'd caught her name the other day - spoke up; noting that joining would be a little difficult with no one to allow such a thing around. Introducing herself nonetheless and also reaffirming Utaha's name, Keiko then asked Kotori's name. Now seated and with a slightly dumbfounded look on her face, Kotori simply nodded before slowly regaining her wits. "Ah, yes, I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2," she confirmed after a moment's pause to both Keiko's and Utaha's question.

"Are you girls waiting for someone...?" Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, Kotori was almost thankful when yet another voice spoke up and drew the immediate attention away from her - looking up and to the door, she saw a black-haired boy standing there who seemed to be wondering why there were three people in a club room that they weren't part of. Given that there probably was little reason for anyone to come to this room without a purpose, Kotori assumed that he was a club member - on whose club they were intruding right now. Quickly standing up, she gave a bow before speaking. "Please excuse us, we were hoping to find someone from the Agriculture Club." Her voice was as quiet as ever - and trailed off a little toward the end as she realised that she wasn't even sure if that was the real reason that Utaha and Keiko were here for. Remaining standing for an awkward moment, she then sat back down; hoping that the others would clear things up if necessary.

[Assistant]
Sieg Kasumi: Warakuma High-Drama Club Meeting Room

The past few days flew by for Sieghardt, if he wasn't doing anything that had to do with theater and its amazing arts. Then he was usually wasting it at his house, although it did get lonely over there. He was for the most part the only one there besides his families maids, butlers, or whatever else they needed. Despite all those people being there, it always felt lonely there. Thats why he loved going to drama club, it wasn't lonely, and people reacted to what he did. Mostly Leiko, it was adorable seeing her reactions to what he would say. Last time he played a man who taunted her, it seemed to have its desired effect. This time he decided he should be more energetic than he was before. Just to throw them off a bit.

So after avoiding his teachers grasp to talk about his lovely school performance, he made his way to the auditorium while hearing about Matthew have being kidnapped, or missing. It spread quite quickly, might be cause he was a club president, or his parents got worried after him not coming home. After a couple of minutes he made his way through the auditorium entrance. He however would be second again, this time one of those mma guys beating him to the punch. He chuckled to himself about the pun. Punch, cause the guy punched things and those things being people.

Well not that it mattered, he went over to a table and sat down upon it, pulling out the play Hamlet. Might as well do some school work he enjoyed while waiting for everyone else to show up, but oh how the mighty have fallen, Leiko wasn't first this time around. That was amusing in itself.

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Kashiwagi Utaha - Warakuma High
After School||April 16||Agriculture Club

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kotori-chan~! You two have such pretty names~" Utaha said, taking a seat again and complimenting both of her companions. Still, things to talk about would eventually run out, they just met now, after all, and it would be difficult to keep up a conversation with everyone when one of them was really shy. No matter how talkative she was, not even Utaha would be able to keep a conversation going with Kotori if she wasn't willing to. "How about we play shiratori~?" She suggested. Well, at the very least, they could kill some time until someone got to the club so they could hand over their applications. That is, IF someone ever showed up. They could just play between themselves until they felt like it.

Another guy suddenly showed up in the door, a guy with black hair. Though he only seemed to notice two of them, Utaha still greeted him with all of her energy, or at the very least, that's what she intended to do. When she tried to get up, Utaha suddenly fell down and hit her face directly with the floor. That was the worst timing to start being clumsy, and yet, she just had to go and fall like that. "Ouchie..." She said before, getting into a sitting position so she could caress her nose that she hit. "I'm sorry about that~ I kind of lost my balance~"

Utaha finally got up, dusted herself off and said to the guy, "As Kotori-chan said~ We were waiting for anyone else from the agriculture club so they could take our club applications, but it seems we aren't having any luck yet~ Are you in the Agriculture club as well, um...?" She asked the guy's name.

[Assistant]
Keiko Kobashigawa - Warakuma Highschool - Agriculture Club - Thursday, April, 16, 2015 - After School

As Utaha brought Kotori to the table, she gave Kotori bit of an apologetic smile. Keiko noticed that the two girls were fairly tall, Utaha was towering compared to Keiko. Kotori reintroduced herself, just to make sure everybody knows her name, she was from Class 2-2, Keiko was in 2-3 so Keiko and Kotori are the same age. Keiko gave an agreeable nod of the idea of playing shiratori, she hasn't played that since she ran away from her parents, two years ago.

Another voice spoke, Keiko was surprised the attention this club is getting, with a missing president. Keiko looked at the door at the new voice. He was cute with black hair, and he asked the group why they were here. "Yeah on the same boat as Kotori and Utaha, I was wondering if there would be another member to let us in the club." Keiko spoke redundantly since the other two went into details already. "I'm Keiko Kobashigawa from Class 2-3, and I didn't catch your name,"

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Rui Shinichi16/4/2015 - Thursday - Agriculture Club Room, on the way to Manga Club Room

As one of the girls got up, only to fall flat on her face, Rui was really tempted to run over and help her up, hand raised and foot forward, but she was already back up and sitting position... Is... Will she be fine? As Rui took a step inside he realized there was a third person, also a girl. From what he's gathered, they're all in the agricultural club, or seek to be... He had an idea who they were waiting for, but he had to ask anyways...

"I'm sorry, I'm not in this club, I just never saw this room being used, I thought it was a class garden...", this place was a green house after all. A fairly homely one though.

"My name is Rui Shinichi of class 2-1. Who was it you three were waiting for?", he asked. None of them were a club member, and they were here intending to join it, meaning they did meet someone from this club prior to today. So who was it...?

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium
Thursday, April 16, 2015

==~==

Mako's face was surprisingly stern as he packed his books away, the usual good cheer that was generally so resplendent on him almost completely vanished. It wasn't as though he didn't have cause to be stern, though- for one, his lack of decorum from yesterday was still writhing under his skin like some parasite. He shouldn't have allowed the Yamamoto girl to needle him so. He'd almost rendered all of his hard work for naught, because of one hateful bitch--

Mako closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Now was not the time for name-calling, even in the privacy of his own mind. Especially if he expected to make up for yesterday's slip-up. I am a gentleman. I must present myself as such, no matter the stimulus that tries to get me to act otherwise. He decided that the next time he saw Akari-san, he would apologize profusely for his anger- perhaps throw some comment in about how he'd been having a bad day, or some rot like that. It wasn't too far from the truth.

Because if, again, Mako were being honest with himself, there was another thing lurking about that weighed heavily on him. That weighed heavily on everyone, in fact.

Another kidnapping. Harvester, I think they said his name was. Like the last victim, he didn't know the boy personally. But it still was a troubling development, regardless. Especially with how close together these two incidents had occurred.

Everyone says that we don't know for sure that it's a kidnapping, but what else do you call it? It's not like they're doing it to themselves.

Mako sighed, hitching up his backpack and pasting a semblance of good cheer as he left his room, toward the auditorium where the Drama Club was meeting. He supposed that all he could do was try and keep his mind occupied while the police or whomever sussed out the reasoning behind the latest disappearing act. And what better way to do such than by acting? Acting in a play. Acting like there wasn't anything wrong. Acting like he wasn't bothered by what was happening to this town.

Acting, it seemed, was something Mako Moritomi excelled at.

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

At Utaha's comment toward her name, Kotori, rather than reply, just looked down at her hands; a little unsure what to do when someone just went a complimented her. Her suggestion toward playing Shiritori had barely gotten over before the boy had entered the room - and after Kotori's words, Utaha had followed on through; albeit with a brief delay due to her managing to catch her feet on something and land face first on the ground. Cringing at the most likely quite painful sight, Kotori was about to help the tall girl up when she already picked herself up; brushing the accident off as she did.

Keiko, who had remained at her place - possibly because there was no need to stand up after two had already done so, perhaps to escape the fate that had befallen Utaha - reaffirmed what had been said before phrasing the open-ended words of Utaha in a more direct question as to the boy's name. The Second Year introduced himself as Rui Shinichi from Class 2-1 before asking who it was that they were all waiting for - a pertinent question, no doubt. With a bow, Kotori returned the introduction "I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2," before answering the question - though her earlier assumption that he was an Agriculture Club member had turned out to be wrong on account of the Rui's words.

"We... I think we were all waiting for Harvester-senpai, but..." Kotori said, briefly glancing to the other two girls seeing as she wasn't sure if that was the case for them before trailing off - given the announcement earlier in the day, there was little doubt as to why.


[System]
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Age: Lost Count

Magic: Sculpt Flesh Transformation Magic; She can change her form into any other, but she requires the physical mass to do so and it takes time. She has to build forms from scratch as well, as she cannot directly mimic something.

Human Form: Her human form. White hair, lean, 5'8"", Pale skin, Blue eyes.

'Pet' Form: Non-combat form. A small furry white dragon that can fly and shoot small tufts of mostly harmless fire.

Predator Form S: Primary combat form. A small (Comparatively) fire-breathing white dragon. His scales are not nearly as tough as an actual dragon's scales, so dragon-slayer magic is not required to defeat him in this form. However, a number of magics and attacks will still simply roll off his scales in this form. However, due to the size of this form, it takes days to gather the energy and mass to shift into this form, since she can't create substance from magic. Can comfortably fit three regular-sized people on her back in this form.

Predator Form A: Comes up to about the shoulder of a tall individual, and claws and teeth are capable of rending through any armor and flesh with ease.

Predator Form B: Totals to about half the size of a person, its dark fur that easily allows it to hide in darkness, and only the toughest man made armors can withstand her when she's angry in this form.

Predator Form C: This form comes up to the average person's knee at te shoulder. Sharp teeth and speed make this form dangerous, but not as much so as other forms.

Transition Forms: Transition forms are any form in between two forms. These forms typically look incomplete or deranged, and are nigh-impossible for Mithera to fight in.

Magic Level: Strength of an S-Class, but considered an A-Class wizard.

History: Most of Mithera's past is lost to the entropy of time, and all that is really known about her is that she is somewhere over a hundred years old, and learned her abilities through extraneous trial and error. She has lived most of her life in the wild, and doesn't know as much about modern courtesy as she should.

She met Melina, who had been on a job, in the forest near her nest. After much oo-ing and ahh-ing on the part of Melina, the two talked and became friends. They have been nearly inseparable since.

Personality: Kind, but short tempered.

Team Members: N/A

Three Strengths:

1. Tied with a powerful sorceress

2. Her lifespan is potentially more than ten times the average human's due to her ability to change forms

3. Her forms are tough to hurt with weapons.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Requires both magical power and physical mass to transform.

2. Transformation takes time.

3. Overconfidence in her teammate.

Greatest Love: Being praised.

Motivation: To become more than human.

Appearance: Varies

Additional Details: Has a Blood Covenant with Melina Vale. The Blood Covenant allows her to use other's blood to magically accelerate her transformations, far less efficiently than Melina however.

[User]
Edolas Capital
Trin gave a slight recoil when she heard that this Karn was a fake! He would know better than she, after all. About this Karn from Earthland who seemed only appropriately strange to her. Under suspicion of not being who they claimed to be, she felt uncertain. That said, she didn't know what Mayt was talking about, when he said something about feeling Karn's magic power? She thought about it for a moment before she came to a decision.

"That's enough. You can talk about it amongst yourselves later, but leave it until then." The dancer approaches "EL-Karn", stepping around him once to study him. "Hm. You look just like her..." Something about this one's reliance on logic bothered her. "But, of course, you aren't. Your face is just a little different. Perhaps the difference between..." She trails off and then shakes her head, changing the subject. "The other me is not with you?"

Magnolia
Trinity had taken her time in getting off the train, and so departs to find Maddox walking slowly ahead. She catches up to him easily and blushes just a little bit. And there she'd been making a little fuss about how she wasn't being recognized for her trouble. He spoke of his gratitude, but it was easy to read the disappointment on his face. It was easy to understand why, with the temporary losses. At least, she understood them to be temporary.

"Don't look so glum. Nobody died, so you've only been set back a little, right?"

She scoffs at his final remark, shaking her head, "ye gods, I hope not." She has since sent away her bow and quiver, changing it out for an acoustic guitar. She plays it idly as they walk. "But, it's good to know this counts as my initiation. Hmmm... I suppose this means I'm going to need to find a place to live... Know any good spots?"

[Assistant]
Master Jamie

Master Jamie nodded to Mithera, giving her a smile, "Very well then. You are welcome for as long as you stay, whether it is long or short. When you shrink, you'll be able to come into the guild easier too, but I think Karn might very well treat you like a toy and find you incredibly cute. So I'd be prepared for hugs if I were you" Another smile as Jamie turned to follow Karn.

He shook his head once more at Candy, nudged the unconscious boy, and sighed. Well. couldn't do anything for him at the moment until the boy woke. Best to leave him where he was. She went to the bar, taking out the Guild Marker, and looking to Karn. "Well, colour and location!" Jamie said brightly

Penny

Penny sighed softly. She didn't like the persons attitude towards Karn, as if they were saying that Karn didn't have long to live. Or that his niavity would get hm killed. "You obviously don't know Phoenix Wing. We Will Protect each of our members" She said, turning towards Mayt, she said "Wes is who we are looking for. I never met him, but Sasha told me he went missing when there was the first S Class exam. I guess he's somewhere here, right?"

She looked to edo-Trinity and said "As far as I know, our Worlds Trinity is back in Earthland"

Liana

Liana didn't reply.. She would do what she had to do, to be able to lead her people, to protect them and to give them what they wanted or needed. She didn't stay in the room, instead she followed, listening to this speech. It horriffied her, and made her angry. She barely waited for him to finish speaking before stepping up and saying loudly, her voice carrying.

"I am Liana. It is right that maybe I do not have any right to the throne, other then the fact of blood. Maybe that isn't enough anymore. You may look at me and see a foolish child, but for the last several years, I have been amoungst you. Helping you, protecting you and fighting for you. I've given back just about everything I could to the community, to the people of Edolas. I know the suffering and the pain people have gone through, as well as what allies the people. I know what I can do to make sure there is happiness.

Talk of magic is necessary, I agree. However, I do not believe goign to Earthland will be the smartest idea. As what will happen when the so called "Infinite" magic of earthland is rare? Wlll we not just create a different Edolas? Our history shows that our magic is also different. We are not suited for the way magic works in Earthland. Earthlanders use magic from their own bodies-it comes from them. We cannot do this. We are not suited for Edolas. This is not me just saying this in the hopes of keeping you here. It is based on fact."

She looked over the people before continuing.

"Magic is returning to Edolas. t has been for the last several years-I have monitored this with the aid of Phoenix Wing. And I have plans for this magic, to give it to the people, and to dictate uses for it based on a council of people made from the community at large. History has indeed shown us the corruption that one person can suffer from if they single handle control the magic. I believe a voting system will prevent this.

However, I will not stop you if you decided to go to Earthland. But do not let yourselfs be swayed with words of a better world. For Earthland has its share of troubles, I am sure."

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Phoenix Wing Guild
Interacting: Jamie

Watching the others curiously as he tried to patiently wait for Jamie to get whatever was needed for a Guildmark before perking up as the Guild Master turned to him and asked what color he would like the mark and where to put it. The blonde grinned enthusiastically before craning his neck to the right, pulling his scarf away and gently tapping the left side of his throat.

"Teal please." he said cheerfully.

Edolas ???'Karn'

"Well okay sweetie, just remember to use protection and to stretch it out. It will hurt otherwise." 'Karn' cheered gently patting Mayt's cheek with a soft chuckle before looking to Penny at her words and simply rolled his emerald eyes at the confident aspect.

"This Guild thought the same. But none of your Guild magic or this world's abilities could cure this world's Karn either. You can't protect what is naturally going to happen. But you don't have to listen, spoilers are no fun anyways. You'll find out in one year. Or sooner." he mused before looking to Edo-Trinity as she examined Him.

Chuckling a little, he grinned. "Ah yes, the difference is is quite obvious if you strip them both naked. As for your Earthland self, she's back safe and sound in Earthland heading to Magnolia or already is there. She's quite more clothed though, with no highlights." he mused.

"Now, to worry about the little dreamer's announcement or not." he hummed a little at the ruckus outside.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayt Mayt sighed, and decided to ignore the fake Karn's comment, but frowned at his comment of finding a cure, and looked at the fraud. "So Karn's sick." He leaned back, thinking for a long moment. "Alright... So, Penny, remember these things, because I won't and I doubt this particular individual will bother showing up to tell us when we get back to Earthland." He jostled Fake Karn a little, thinking. "Oh, right, Wes. I can't say I ever met the guy, but I remember his name. Yeah, a lot to sort through, and I was half senseless during that fight." He chuckled softly, and motioned for them to be quiet for a moment. He managed to catch the end of the speech by the unknown man, and then the entire one by Liana. He set his teeth, and it was clear his opinion on the matter. "Sending a mass of people to Earthland is a bad idea. And not just because of the sudden increase in population." He looked over at Penny, as if asking what she thought.

EarthlandMelina and Mithera Melina nodded, thinking, and almost fell as James stopped suddenly, but managed to use him to stay upright. "Tell me if you're going to stop next time please Jamsie." She snuggled up to him, before letting go, and heading for the back of the guild hall, after planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'll talk to you later Jamsie, I have a Mithera to attend to!" She smiled, and as she went to the back of the guild, not going through the building. As she saw all the new members, she whistled loudly. "Mmm, well, that's interesting." She chuckled softly, and started to mingle amongst them, deciding which one to bother, occationally glancing over at Mithera. Her smell of blood and death would be painfully obvious to the dragonslayers and anyone else with a keen nose, but most everyone else wouldn't notice it as much.

MitheraMithera growled a little as the dust mage suggested making something for her leg, and she had to keep herself from stomping her foot in anger. "I said my ankle is fine, thank you very much!" She growled a little at Fleo, before turning to Master Jamie. "To be honest, I'm fully expecting to be hounded by Karn, but I also assume you haven't cleaned up my old nest yet. So there is that, and I'm going to stay if Zero here decides to, so if you find me interesting, convincing him to stay is your best bet of keeping me here, as well as getting another interesting character."


[System]
Marked by Zeus and Artemis
Seeking Peace

AND

Chef Mate Dolce
Marked by Hera and Artemis
Seeking Adventure

THE PAIR
Vasilia's Agenda: Viva La Revoluction
Dolce's Agenda: All For One And One For All

STATS

Vasilia
Blood: +1
Courage: +1
Grace: +1
Sense: +1
Wisdom: -1

Dolce
Blood: -1
Courage: +0
Grace: +1
Sense: +1
Wisdom: +1

Combined (Always with Hope)
Blood: +0
Courage: +1
Grace: +2
Sense: +2
Wisdom: +0

Paired Core

Birds Of A Feather: You play as two characters. The Pair can split up or stay together as they
like, allowing you to be in two places at once. They each have a separate Look, separate Stats, and a separate personal Agenda.

The Pair has separate bonds for each of them. Each of the Pair can only have one Bond with someone else, and others can only have one Bond with each member of the Pair.

When they Fill Their Belly, the Pair only spends 1 Food, but they each heal one damage.

Working Alone: When The Pair is separated, they make rolls with their separated stats and get the Spotlight separately.

-When one of the Pair is acting to rescue, protect, or rush to the side of the other, they roll with Hope.

-Working Alone is dangerous, as you rely on your teamwork. When you take damage while Working Alone, you must also pay a price.

Working Together: When The Pair is together, they act as a single unit in perfect harmony. They combine their stats when making a move, and they share the Spotlight together. If either of you has Hope or Despair, you both do.

-When you Keep Them Busy together, only one of you needs to stay to Keep Them Busy. The other may disengage and begin Working Alone.

-When you Get Away or Look Closely together, you may split up. If you do, each of you may choose different options from that move's list, and you are now Working Alone.

-When one of you takes damage while Working Together, the other takes damage to the same stat, if it is undamaged.

Heroic Association: The Pair Commands Lore about an organization, instead of a society. You come from a company of mercenaries, bounty hunters, heroes, or some other such group. You Command Lore about who they are, what they want, their place in the world, their culture, their rivals, their enemies, and their laws, just as everyone else does.

Daring Devils:
-When you need a cool prop appropriate to your environment, like a chandelier to drop, a window to leap out of, or a vine to swing from, it's there.
-When you use the terrain to protect you, you may Overcome using +Grace instead of +Blood. Leaping off of tall places to escape danger always counts as using the terrain to protect you.

Who Are the Pair?

Fated Pair: The two of you are inseparable, a perfect combination. When you are Working Together, you roll with Hope.

The Pair Custom

Heroes of the People: You do not need to roll to Speak Softly with common folk, friends, or coworkers - simply ask, and they will answer.

Taste my Blade!: When you engage in swordplay with an enemy, you may Keep Them Busy with +Grace. On a 7-9, after their retaliation, you may insult them or make a quip to Keep Them Busy again, as if you'd rolled another 7-9 result.

Mismatched Pair: Each member of the Pair takes a Custom move from a different playbook. Keep track of who took which move. Each of them may only use their chosen move while Working Alone.

Vasilia: Listen Here You Little Punk:  When you Talk Sense by telling them what will happen to them if they do not do as you ask, Talk Sense with +Blood, and on a 7-9, they cannot ask their favor of you until after they have done what you asked of them.

Dolce: I've Got A Bad Feeling About This: When you're certain something's wrong here, you may ask the Overlord to tell you the safest way out, and also the quickest way out. They will answer truthfully

Vasilia's Gear
-An elegant sabre, the twin of Dolce's (Melee)
-A grav-rail glaive with its own independent gravity field (Melee, Clumsy, Dangerous)
-An elegant, long-barreled SP rifle (Ranged, Reload, Piercing)
-An brace of pistols, blessed by Zeus (Ranged, Piercing, Dangerous, Recharge)
-An Anathame. A knife with her name on it. (Protection against a Location stat, will betray her at any opportunity. Damage a stat to destroy permanently.)

Dolce's Gear
-An elegant sabre, the twin of Vasilia's (Melee)
-A tasteful variety of well-preserved foodstuffs (Food, 3 Uses [X][][])
-Household odds and ends, turned to creatively underhanded purpose (Useful, 2 Uses [X][])
-A travel-sized cocktail kit, amply supplied (Slow, Vigor, 2 Uses [][])

Vasilia's Bonds
-If it's a night for drinking, I'm with Alexa. No one else.
-Iskarot and I have a professional respect for each other. And, personally, his straightforwardness is refreshing.
-Bella carried me to her room. Shared of her private stock of wine. And for a moment, we might've trusted each other.

Dolce's Bonds
-Redana and I have spent hours together on the observation deck, watching Poseidon's wonders.
-I am convinced that Alexa can taste, she just hasn't found a meal she could taste yet.

Advancements:
-Paired Custom: Taste my Blade!
-Paired Custom: Mismatched Pair
-Stat increase: Vasilia takes +1 Sense
-LEVEL UP NEEDED

[User]
Dolce!

The bridge is, for lack of a better word, trashed. You are ushered inside by a very sheepish (if you will excuse the pun) Mynx, who helps you navigate around the broken glass. There is a ridiculous amount of broken glass, as if many mirrors hanging on the walls had been shattered by strong hands. The culprit isn't hard to find: her hands, already healed, still leave smears of her priceless blood on her glass. The room is full of the antiseptic smell of whiskey, and once again, the culprit isn't hard to find, filling Redana's shot glass again with a flourish of its velvet dressing gown.

Redana turns on her heel, back ramrod-straight, eyebrow arched in uncharacteristic confidence. Behind her, the god of madness waves, its mirror-mask reflecting a version of the room that most certainly is not real. At least, one sincerely hopes.

"Ah, Mister Dolce," Redana says, her words too crisp for the flush in her cheeks. Her jacket is pinned back at the breast, and its motif is the twin-headed eagle. "Capital! I see you received our word. There is a ridiculous notion going around the crew that you are the Captain of the Plousios."

She takes a seat, glass crunching under her boots, and gestures for you to do the same. Dionysus sets a neon blue cocktail sweet enough to drown the room by your seat, a decadence to melt a sheep's composure like candyfloss. Redana herself sips from her whiskey and then meditatively swirls it around her glass.

"This rescue mission is going to be difficult enough, what with the storm we're going through." She idly gestures at the rainbow knot of disaster, stretched across the wall impossibly wide, slowly gaining mass and terrible details as the Plousios hurtles towards its doom. "We can't have ambiguities in the chain of command at a time like this, what? Why, you might even..."

Redana stops, and for a moment she looks lost and vacant. There's a terrible ache in her eyes as she looks at you, as if she's trying to remember who you are. Then her eyes slide back down to her drink, and she knocks it back.

"...I am prepared to take steps to stamp out mutiny," says the mutineer, with absolute confidence regained. "But let's do our best to avoid unpleasantness, shall we? Bella here can't wait forever." She gestures at the God of Madness with that red-smeared hand, as if that explains everything. Then she leans forward and whispers, conspiratorially, as Dionysus fills her glass with amber again: "When I save her, she might finally accept my apology."

[Assistant]
The bottle is warm in her hand. Not the welcome sort of warm that suggests a hot thermos of coffee waiting to push her on after a long day of freezing her hands fixing coolant lines. And not the tingling sort of warm of the nape of a certain neck that she could touch all she wanted while she lost herself in braiding luxurious golden strands of hair. It's just warm. It's warm because it's been sitting forgotten in a desk drawer for who the fuck knows how long, and tastes just strongly enough to suggest that it'd go down better if it was chilled.

She squeezes it. Twists it around with her wrist to watch the liquid inside slosh lazily about. The material is smooth, and feels hard against her fingers. It disgusts her. She's taken with a sudden urge to hurl it into a wall, or simply shatter it against her claw tips, but the gnawing emptiness inside her won't go away. It's been so long; she is so very hungry. She takes another slow and careful swig, instead, and watches Thist through her hollow golden eye.

"...Empress Nero IV Acontecimento Azurius has reigned for two hundred and fifty years."

XIII pauses to brush her fingers against her throat. Her voice sounds funny in her ears. Tight. Clipped. Straining. She lingers on the space where even now her skin is paler from the years it spent hiding under a collar. She drowns a cough in another shot of her drink, before it can unmake her all over again.

"In her wisdom she declared the reaches of space were dangerous," her face twists into a scowl. What's the matter with her? Did she spend all those years memorizing the lines from the museum just to recite them like a broken gramophone now? "...That the storms and distance had made enemies and strangers of what should have been family. She, she constructed the... throne world Tellus to be her seat of power. She has. Ruled there ever since. Humanity has been safe ever since."

Her cheeks burn with pink, which only makes her frown deepen. She chugs the rest of the industrial fluids without breathing. What the fuck is wrong with her? Her blood is becoming iron chains inside her body, squeezing every joint and organ until the act of sitting here and watching Thist not react hurts near as much as a whipping. Her vision swims. She stubbornly keeps her lid shut tight over the Auspex. Her fingers massage her scalp again, harder and more desperately. The unseen hand the keeps correcting her posture and teasing new words from her lungs now grabs her wrist and squeezes before she can claw the veins that are crushing her to death open. Which god? Which god keeps tormenting her like this?

She barks with laughter. Broken, pitted, fake and ugly for how obviously forced it is.

"The value of civilization is measured by its distance from Tellus, cretin. D-don't blame me that you were stupid enough to crawl around on our scraps and call it conquest when we couldn't be bothered to swat you back off of it! And yes, there is a Princess!" here at last she puffs out her chest, finding the pride she'd been chasing this whole useless fucking conversation, "She's the daughter of Empress Nero and no less than Zeus herself! And she's... a fucking moron. She's a drooling, useless jock bitch who's sitting on the power of a monster who could crush everything in your empire to bits."

Her red eye forces itself open. XIII sits on the couch with her spine locked painfully straight all the way down to the tip of her tail. Her breath is thin and forced through her nostrils in such shallow bursts that anyone would have to be inches from her face to see that she was breathing at all. The Auspex burns cold inside her socket as it watches Thist's coins, whether she wills it to or not. XIII sneers with the dismissive and absolute triumph of a person who has at last puzzled out the weak point of her opponent.

"I don't know what kind've bullshit your philosophers and textbooks have been feeding you," she preens, "But you're even dumber than those old novels made you look if you really think you're the superior species to Humans. They're perfect, down to the least one of them. And you've built an entire civilization around the same table scraps a reject servitor like me uses for worship? That's pathetic."

She opens her mouth to laugh, but the sound doesn't come. She watches Thist with caution where she should want triumph, and doesn't even notice the tear running down her cheek.

[User]
A Captain bore fear in place of their crew, fought foes their crew would never see, and stood firm at the first and the last, to spare the ruin of all. It mattered little whether victory was possible. A Captain would do their duty.

Dolce's heart threatens to swallow him whole. One moment he would be here, the next, gone, compressed into a miniscule particle of fluff, carried to rest somewhere out of the way where he would likely remain for the rest of his days.

"Lord Hades designated Vasilia as Captain." He opens his mouth to let the words fall out. "Vasilia designated me as her second. Vasilia has chosen to temporarily abdicate her duties. I." The gates fall shut, and it takes all his will to pry them back open. Slowly. Painfully. "I am Captain of the Plousious."

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"So. Anyone who's going anywhere has to be a little unstable, or else they'd not be going anywhere to begin with." Vasilia looks to her companion. Looks to her dim reflection in the viewscreen. Looks to her memory of every soul aboard she could call to mind.

Checks out.

"And that's it, then? Anyone standing still has their eyes closed and ears blocked?" Her own ears perk up, as if to prove themselves still functional.


[System]
Professors and Staff:

The Headmaster
Real name unknown

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Young and fair-looking, with slicked-back brown hair and sea-green eyes. Has a serene look.

Age:
Approx. 800 years old. He was alive during the Middle Ages, and reached his prime during the Renaissance.

Rank:
Archemage

Role:
Headmaster, Head of Administration

Magic Discipline:
Analysis & Breakdown

Reputation:
 The illustrious and enigmatic Headmaster of B.U.M., while he can commonly be seen walking around the school and regularly converses with students, not much is actually known about him, asides that he is powerful. To the students he is kind and helpful, so he's fairly popular.

Name:
Polyanna Saccharine - unknown if this is her real name or a pseudonym.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Her apparent age changes randomly, however, she never goes above thirty years old in appearance, and always has the same looks. Her hair is hazel-brown reaching below her waist, with matching almond-shaped eyes.

Age:
About 80 years old.

Rank:
Grandmaster

Role:
Head Enforcer, Head of Security, Aerobics Organization instructor.

Magic:
Candy & Sweets

Reputation:
 The cheerful, popular, Head Enforcer of the school. She's the one tasked with the schools security and also manages the Aerobics Club on the side, which she's been doing for over a decade now. She's known to be very open and friendly with students - so long as they're not caught breaking the rules. Another well-known rumor about her is that her presence here won't last for too long now, as they say Polyanna is only at the school for one thing: An Examination.

Name:
Tarsus Gretchen

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
A short man standing at around 4'11'' with blonde hair and green eyes. He is a wizened, gentle-looking man, with a wrinkled face. He perpetually has a ring of leaves around his head.

Age:
82

Rank:
Master

Role:
He's a professor in the Water Magic Department.

Magic Discipline:
Cloud Magic

Reputation:
 A nice and patient old man that's served as a professor at the school for two decades now. Most students enjoy his teaching, as he is one of the least strict professors in the University, and is also one of the professors most likely to grant a pass for a field trip. He is also highly sought after when a student is attempting a Graduation Exam, though he rarely accepts requests.

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[User]
@Letter Bee @KiritoAsuna

 Charles would look at the various things they was showed during the tour the various specialty shops among other things. Even the Dueling grounds and cemetery. He would get a confused look when they spoke about them "What is Dueling..... What is a cemetery?" he would ask. When they arrived at the head master's tower he would watch the building feeling the magic coming off of it from the various spells casted on the tower. He would wonder why he felt such things. He would be slightly surprised when the headmaster showed up and started to speak to them, though he'd get confused at some of the things he talked about. He would nod when the headmaster spoke directly to him about finding the answers he was seeking. Who is he, What is he, Where did he come from, Did he have a family, all of these thoughts quickly raced through his own head when he thought of what he was seeking. He would look at the other two then at their guides "..what is a Fiance?" he would ask again confused. He wasn't thinking of using the book that Leo gave him for various reasons, one he didn't know what exactly was in the book, or what page each thing was on, and he figured it be quicker to just ask those with him for the answers to his questions, granted no one had answered him when he asked about the lion on his new clothes.

[Assistant]
Leo blinked at Charles' questions, and asked one of his own.

"Why don't I teach you to use your book, so that you can find out the answers to your questions yourself?" the young man would say, before sighing. Charles clearly had complete amnesia, able to speak only because of residual memories that weren't that strong. "That said, though, dueling is when two people fight one-on-one, although in this case, killing isn't an option, and a cemetery is where dead people are buried. A fiance is someone you marry, and marrying, or marriage, is when you bind yourself to someone you love who isn't related to you."

Either way, if Charles permitted, Leo would crouch down to the guy's level and show him how to use the dictionary...

@olcharlieboi@KiritoAsuna

[User]
Alex let out a sigh as they reached the head masters tower. The boy lie down on his back looking up to the tip top so that he could see all of its entirety at once. The boy knew once he had perfected twleportation reaching the top of this tower would be the first thing he wished to do. Depression slowly and secretly fell over the boy as he lie there. He felt alone outside the confines of his head. Leo didn't seem to care about much and it appeared that Charlie didn't really know anything at all.

Alex let out a small chuckle as he lie there and closed his eyes. His eyes closed and his scars began to pulsate. He felt the magical seals wash over him and he could almost feel the materials that made up the barriers. Everything in the world was made of such simple elements anything and everything could be dome with ease. It didn't take a genious to see the flaws in the barriers.... Or maybe it did and he was just able to see such things. Tho him this was unimportant. The people of this school believed that their barriers we're flawless and he didn't want to change these thoughts.

Opening his eyes from his long thought process which probably went on longer than he expected he looked around. Seeing that others we're occupied he smiled. He was sort of happy no one had made notice of him quite yet as he closed his eyes again feeling the pulsations in his arms from magical activity. @Letter Bee@olcharlieboi@TheHangedMan

[Assistant]
Bee @KiritoAsuna @TheHangedMan

 Charles would look at Leo as he explained things, then looked at him sideways as he tried to show Charles how to use the Dictionary, but Charles would mostly be confused since he doesn't understand much about the book besides what he was told earlier. Also finding how slow it is to search for things in the book slightly agitated him, if he didn't know what a word was, he wasn't certain if he could find it in the dictionary from how much there was in it. He would look at the golem that's been sitting on his shoulder with a raised brow, which the golem would return the gesture before looking back at Leo. The golem would then climb on top of Charles' head and sits down.

[User]
. . .
 The Headmaster stood over a cliff, as waves upon waves of ocean water smashed against its surface. His back was turned to a wizened and gnarled woman, who it seemed stood only because of the staff she leaned on. The skies overhead were a dark gray, heralding the approach of a mighty storm. Indeed, a few droplets of rain begun to fall around them, though mysteriously they remained untouched.

 "Thank you for informing me of this, Andromeda, but I'm afraid this changes nothing. The school will open as it always has, and I will repel the other Archemages as I have always done."

 The old woman shook her head, her wrinkled face stared at Niccolo with contempt only the wise could manage. "That is naught but arrogance speaking, Niccolo. The Archetypes will not lift a finger to defend you and yours - your plight will be beneath their notice, not even a dot on the portrait of their schemes." She took shaky, uneasy steps forward and joined him at the cliffs edge. "For all your power, even you cannot triumph if forces are arrayed against you from all sides. Something must be sacrificed if you wish to guarantee your survival."

 He said nothing in response, merely staring off into the distance. As the silence between them thickened, the storm began increasing in its intensity. Thunder roared as streaks of lightning danced in the clouds above them.

 Shaking his head, the Headmaster spoke.

 "If need be, I will sacrifice my own life. If it comes to that, my school will outlive me."

 Suddenly, an errant bolt of lighting flashed towards him, only for it to bounce of a magical barrier and into the ocean below. The Headmaster turned his head and looked at Andromeda.

 "What was that for?"

 "If you value your life so little, then I will gladly end it for you."

 Niccolo chuckled. "I will only give it up if need be. Do you really think me eager to die? No, I will exhaust all other options before it comes to that."

 The old lady huffed. "You will find those options exhausted faster than you realize, I assure you."

 "Maybe, maybe not. Then again, perhaps arguing with you isn't the best choice."

 "So he can learn! I am impressed."

 The both of them looked each other in the eye, before bursting into laughter. The whatever remained of the tense air between them evaporated, and as though responding to their mood, the storm that promised to flood the land with rain, and the sky that earlier was brimming with electricity, abruptly faded, giving way for a beautiful blue sky.

 "It was good seeing you again, my cute little sister."

 The old woman made a disgusted face. "Ugh. I'm over seven hundred years old now Niccolo, and I look like a raisin, please do not call me that."

 "Hahaha! You should just hurry up and become and Archemage, Andromeda. That way you can return to your young and perky self."

 "Guh. Would that I could, but this curse is proving more and more difficult to break. Two hundred years and I don't even know if I'm any closer to solving it or not."

 "I warned you about making a deal with her."

 "She was a fire mage! A rather infamous one for burning down her workshops accidentally, I might add! How could I suspect she could also curse like a goddamn Zoroastrian deity?!"

 "Whatever she was then, she's an Archetype now. That really should have tipped you off to how bad an idea that was."

 "Ugh, in any case," she said, looking up at the sky, and narrowing her eyes as though she were searching for something, "it looks like it's almost time for breakfast."

 Niccolo imitated her, looking up, and smiled.

 "Ah, that it is."

---

 The teleporation glyph glowed with a gentle blue light, and Mede Artus, Chief Custodian, admired the glow. No matter how many times he operated it, the entrance glyph to the school was a thing of wonders - all the more reason to admire the Headmaster, who constructed it. Normally, knowing how to operate a glyph meant that you would know how to reconstruct it. This was especially true when the one studying it was a Master such as himself, but after thirteen years of working on it, he was still no closer to figuring out how it was made. The whole thing was so complex, with facets hidden within facets, and yet, it still allowed for even an Novice to be able to operate it - so long as they were given the proper tools.

 Finished with his admiration, Mede stepped back, and stretched. The new semester was starting and that meant new blood would be rushing in again, though he wondered if it would replace the amount lost. Every year the teachers made bets - would there be more or less students than last year? Mede himself bet on more this time. Last year, relatively few dropped out and there were no graduations either. So unless a startling number of people declined their invitation to the university, they would probably see a decrease in the number of available dorm rooms.

 Once the students arrived, that meant the opening ceremony had officially begun. Which also meant that breakfast was being served. Mede grinned. There was nothing - nothing - better in the school than breakfast. It was the Headmasters creed, no, demand that every day began with a good meal. And by every god, were the meals good. It was also another reason why students were brought here at 12 am. So they wouldn't have a chance to eat yet, and by the time the opening ceremony concluded at 2, they would be practically starving.

 Of course, that made the breakfast served all the more savory. The Headmaster was a cunning bastard he was.

 He looked at his watch. The spring equinox was almost here. Soon, students would appear on the glyph, and hopefully, they skipped breakfast.