Roy
Yarimiel had awoken from an uneventful sleep, as usual, no dreams or nightmares, nothing haunting her vision or mind, nothing to disturb her sleep, yet one thing remains, the jetlag. Her sleep schedule had not yet accustomed to the time of this place, many hours ahead of her home time, and nearly the reverse of it. She got up from her bed, in a room she easily recognized as her new home, but it all felt so alien. A different place, a different continent, in a facility full of people like her, from all kinds of different cultures and ways of life, and back home was already enough for her subconsciously closed mind. She swept the cover off of herself and sat at the edge of her bed, internally debating whether she should explore the place at night or not, as she had waken now, and she really didn't feel like staring at her phone all the time here. She could meet new people, but what if... Never mind that. She stood up from the bed, and was now monstrously hungry, it was painful, she hadn't eaten for a couple of days at most, and she needed to eat NOW. 

She got out of her room, clutching her stomach, and began to wander the halls, confused, exhausted and hungry, having fallen asleep instead of taking any of the offers she had been given to eat, despite her hunger. She begun to wander the halls and chambers, moving quickly and silently within the darkness, quote literally becoming one with it, until she had encountered lights along the way, she was looking for food, somewhere where she could grab a snack, anything...
Leslie
Vance moved the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder as he stepped out from his dorm. Ignoring the irritable itching of his healing wounds, he made sure to to not scratch them in fear of tearing his stitches. He proudly wore a black hoodie with feline ears with a leather jacket over it, simple gray jeans and steel toed combat boots. The spider silk scarf on his neck hid the majority of the bandage embracing his neck.

He had his cell phone in one hand texting to let the teacher know that he had to return back to the hospital again for another shot. It was a little difficult to see the words from a cracked screen with his vision swaying slightly. Then he had to pause in his tracks when he noticed that his battery was starting to die. So he gave up deciding to save the leftover juice to go call the taxi later. 

Shoving the cracked phone into his jacket pocket, now feeling annoyed with his dizziness, Vance continued walking down the hallway with unsteady steps. It might be a mistake to be pushing himself to get his work and classes done. His view was playing teeter totter swaying left to right, causing nausea to wash over him as he now used his hand to place onto the wall. And that wall became his supportive friend when he used it to help him keep steady.

*Ugh! Oh my god, please fucking with me nausea!'* Vance thought irritably, now feeling annoyed by his nauseated state. 

The comfort of the cat-eared hoodie made him feel somewhat at ease from the woven soft fabric. It was made from cotton and spider silk before being sewn professionally by a very special guardian. The package that was delivered to him was from his nanny who used his mother's address and name, well, code name "Mum." She's a dark spirit who takes on the form of a beautiful middle aged woman who adores him very much. In a way she was almost like a second mom to Vance. The letter she wrote was still kept in his pocket for his moral support. His other gifted home made clothes were kept folded in his duffle bag that he didn't use yet. 

Just when he was thinking that he's going to make it down to the front entrance of the school, Vance's legs nearly gave out under him when his knees buckled. Stumbling across the floor with a swaying vision, he tilted to an angle where he ran into the wall with a slam. His body now sliding down where he slump down onto his ass to take a break from his pathetic effort to walk. A blue streak spread across his face as he fought back the urge to gag from the nausea.
Roy
Her bushy, curly hair broke her outline in the darkness, and when she stopped at one of the lights, she heard a low thus, like something slamming into the wall, or someone... It sounded like cloth due to the shuffling and the sudden stop, it probably fell to the ground or stopped moving. She crept ever closer to the sound, and her stomach rumbled, but it wasn't audible enough o give her away. She followed the sound with curiosity, not exactly walking with fear or caution in her stride, walking exactly in the middle of the hallways and chambers she entered with a very slow pace. Once she began to turn the farthest corner, she could see the source of the sound, and found Vance simply laying there, in greater pain than she was, presumably. Now that Vance could get a good look at her, whether it was dark or not, he could feel an odd air around this girl, but he could presumably dismiss it easily. 

She was dressed in plain, long clothes, a large, gray sweater shirt with sleeves longer than her arms, and gray plaid pants with a slight fuzz to them at the touch, the sweater shirt being equally so, and the girl only wore large, rough socks on her feet to boot, which felt normal, except for when he'd get to her face, a porcelain white complexion with blue undertones, almost like a corpse, and with jet black hair, but with closer inspection, it looked more like an extremely dark blue color. Her eyes were uneven, but not in placement, instead, one of them seemed to be permanently half-closed as opposed to the other, and within the eyes were huge dark irises with pinpoint white dots in the middle, examining him, and standing out against the rest of her, illuminated normally, or rather, barely, by the light, the white dots seemed to illuminate on their own, as of not affected by those lights at all. 
 
Her face showed no emotion, but she was reacting in a manner that most people wouldn't, which meant that his quirk has probably kicked in.

From Yarimiel's perspective, she saw a shifting, morphing mass, an alien form having fallen against the wall in a struggle, which filled her with intrigue, and she began to walk closer to it, but after blinking once, the illusion seemed to fade away slightly, the form becoming less alien and amorphous and more... Human. Once she got within about ten feet or so, she blinked again and the form looked less amorphous and more static, and after she put the pieces together, she began to blink rapidly until she saw what lay under that unclear, eldritch illusion. An elf-like boy on the ground, which seemed far more likely to be the source of the sound from earlier. Her footsteps were inaudible, the socks muffling what little sound she would've made, either from the light clapping of her feet or from the skin oils making her feet slightly stick and unstick from the cold floors.
Leslie
His back resting against the cold brock wall, his shoulders and head slumped over with his arms hanging from the sides. His temples were throbbing from an upcoming headache. 

"Hhhng..." He slowly opens his starlight blue eyes to see an abstract figure of a porcelain face of a girl? They look like a girl? She had frizzly black hair puffed out much similar to a curly poodle. The mixture of black, white, gray and hues of blue swirl and shift eerily in his vision that deformed the person even more. They look like a gothic abstract art staring at him with one large eye while the other is half closed. 

Trying to blink away the disturbed vision, Vance was beginning to feel sick to his stomach seeing so much movement from the shifting colors. He shut his eyes fighting back the urge to upchuck. Then a sour bile rose up at the back of his throat that burned, which made him choke on it for a second before coughing behind the crook of his inner arm.

After coughing it worsened his vision that made the abstract art swing from left to right. Shutting his eyes once again, now this time, he uses the palm of his hand to press against the cold brick wall to help lift him. Then his knees slightly bends as he uses it to push him upward until he is towering 6'4 over her. Vance has his back leaning against the wall for support. Once his vision begins to see some normality, he is certain that there is indeed a stone-faced student watching him.

"What are you looking at...?" It was easy to see his pointed canines that look intimately sharp, giving him some character to his elven complexion. "Ughh... I..Don't have time for this..." When nausea was creeping back, he subconsciously held the side of his aching head. The silver piercings on his ears jingled with the smoky quartz crystal glinting light when he'd started to walk away.

His pace was slow as he used the wall for support when he moved along the hallway. "You should... I don't know... Go back to bed or have a night snack... I'll be fine," Vance grumbled, his pointed ears lowering. All he needed now was a good rest at the hospital to regain his energy. And the thought of rest sounded good about now.
Roy
She remained mostly silent, simply watching him, her hands and fingers curling and flexing slowly and erratically within those large sleeves, the motion visible through whatever managed to stretch the fabric. Her eyes remained on his form, examining him more closely, and after his pained words and grunts, she only said, in a low, soft tone, "Need help?" She did not elaborate any further upon this, and simply awaited an answer from the boy. While yes, she had to look up at a rather steep angle even at their distance, she didn't find it intimidating or deterring. She had already forgotten about her hunger, and now only focused on the boy in front of her, who pitifully hobbled away. She thought it was slightly pathetic how he denied any help she could offer earlier, simply because he found her presence annoying. Even when she was looking for a meal, she could spare some time to help out another in need. "Tell me where I can go to get food and I can take you to a bathroom on the way there or take you wherever you need to go." 
 
A simple premise, she helps him in exchange for a free meal. She did not follow him, she only stayed still, her hands and fingers still flexing and closing oddly, as if controlling some inner urges. She gave him a smile after the offer she just made, but her smile was oddly wide, showing too many teeth and too much gum for what looked like a casual smile. It was off-putting, not necessarily in a tense way, more like something you'd rather steer clear of for mental peace.
Leslie
His pointed ear flickered and caused his smoky quartz earring to jingle when he heard her from behind. For a moment he paused in his tracks to look over his shoulder with a tired star. When his vision was more clearer, he began to notice something was very odd about the dark haired girl. It felt weird but familiar? A type of darkness that works like water that is added with different ingredients to create a purpose and flavor. 

His eyebrows met together into a frown as he turned on his heel to slightly bend towards the girl's height. The cold steely eyes gaze right into Yari as he examines her features, trying to search for something that he is unsure what he's looking for. 

Vance wasn't afraid by her gotham joker smile that spread too wide across her porcelain face. Something. Just something about her that felt familiar but from a different category of... A thing that he can't label. 
 
What was she?

His hands slowly reach out towards Yari to cup the side of their cheeks to try take a better look at her facial features. He was searching for something that he didn't quite understand.

"What are you?" Vance murmured, his vision now doubling. This is when he realized that he was touching the side of her face." Gah! Sorry!" He straightens before stepping back as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. "The cafeteria is on ground level not too far from the dorm. You can just keep walking straight down past the restroom until you come across a large cafeteria. They have a kitchen there where you can find snacks or make yourself a meal there."

Then he turns to begin walking away. "If you're lost there's a map near the entrance where you first walk inside the school." And he waves his hand as he continues to move unsteadily away from her. "I'm ok-ISH, trying to get back to the hospital."
Roy
She stared at the other the entire time, and once her cheek was held, her fingers all curled out under the hoodie, her eyes darting over to look at his arm cupping her cheek. Her skin was smooth, but he could note a prominent cheekbone and a roughness near her eyes. She didn't take note of this, her mind essentially running on fumes at the moment, but when he jumped back in realization, she couldn't help but chuckle in response to his sudden shock. "You're funny." She then tilted her head to that question, her face mostly blank again, "What am I? Why, I'm a human like you, what else would I be? Although, now that you ask, and looking back at myself, I highly doubt that. But you're good, I don't mind contact. I do react violently to pain, though." 
Her smile faded to a mere smirk, and then her face seemed to light up a bit at the mention of the place being not too far from here. She then looks down at the floor and to the right, her mouth no longer forming any kind of smile "Maybe I could help you on the way to the hospital? Surely, after that, I could go off on my own to grab a snack from the cafeteria, since you look like you could collapse at any moment on the way there yourself." She can clearly tell how pained and bothered he was by his own condition, and he didn't really make an effort to hide it at all, hence her consistent offers to help, as she could make use of her abilities to aid in the task. She felt like she could trust this boy with showing him her abilities without judgment or fear. He seemed nice, and she liked him as a person already, also, her complete and utter lack of social skills makes her easily trusting but at times heavily mistrusting, it's very random what she trusts and doesn't trust with.
Leslie
"Well... There's a human who developed their power from stress or its inheritance... Other times... I am not even sure if you can be half monster? Like a legit monster..." Vance explained, now stopping again to glance at the 5'2 ft girl with a puff of black hair. "React violently to pain, huh...? Then I would recommend being careful with some students... I already got stabbed twice by two different people.." Vance sighed, scratching the back of his ear. Those memories of getting shanked remain fresh enough to make him feel numb inside. 

"Uh... Its past your curfew? There's something about a dangerous group of paranormals outside of Newton Cradle, so you can't be out late... It's temporary.." Vance said, taking a short break to rest. "I'm nocturnal and I am here to catch up with my classes and work... So I have to get back to the hospital to get my second shot."

He rested his back against the cold wall with his arms folded. "I'm Vance by the way... If you really want to help, perhaps you could call the taxi for me? It's a little hard to see after losing blood and all... So perhaps you can go eat first while I wait outside by the front entrance?
Roy
"Monster... Yeah, I'd classify myself as one considering the number of times people have called me one. Gross, that sounded unrelentingly edgy. Blegh." She stuck her tongue out and made a face of disgust for a brief moment before her face went neutral again. As she listened to him talk, her thick eyebrows suddenly dropped into view from within the mass of hair, only to express mild distress at the fact of him being stabbed twice by two different people. She would then try and get a closer look at him and his wounds, but she couldn't do anything even if she knew where they were. But she could help with that, sure. "How do I call a taxi, then? I don't know how to do that exactly... Taxis aren't a very common thing from where I'm from, since you need a car to get everywhere yourself, otherwise you'd go broke calling taxis all the damn time if you didn't know someone else with one." She then paused for a few seconds, but her deviation from the blank expression clearly showed that she was thinking about her next words. "I'll call the taxi for you and then I can go eat, or maybe I can wait for you and hat some more, unless you fuckin', I dunno, bleed out before it gets here." She then scratched her cheek with one of her hands, which looked thin, but blocky and large, unlike one a girl her size would have. 
"I'm Yarimiel, call me what you want." She gave him a big bright smile, with her eyes going wide, the half-closed one managing to only open a bit wider, never fully though.
Leslie
Vance fell silent at the response for a minute before processing her conversation before replying. "A pleasure to meet you Yarimel," He said, giving her a knowledgeable nod. " I would like to tell you that no matter how many times people call you a monster, it doesn't necessarily mean you are one. A real monster is something greater than us parahumans who possess greater power... Like they explain in mythology." 

Vance takes out his cellphone that had a crack on it. "And about the taxi it's quite simple,,,I have their number on the list that you just press and provide them with the address where they can pick you up and where you need to go." Despite his horrendous handicap from his nausea, he was doing his best to not peel over again. "I won't bleed out, the doctor already sewn me up, it also takes about an hour for the taxi to arrive to get here from downtown." 

Her unnatural surreal eyes and mouth looked weird when her expression shifted into other works of gothic art. It didn't bother him one bit since he was partially raised by a literal dark spirit. This was an affinity he grew accustomed to after being exposed by his guardian's eldritch forms. 
"Besides... I would really like to have a smoke while I wait outside... Its for nerves."
Roy
"Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense..." She looked away for a bit then took the cell phone, unlocking it and taking a second to get to that contact, then called it. "Good evening..." She went on about the address and such and then gave him the phone back. "I'm going to take you outside... You could use the help..." She then paused and then suddenly, she began to transform, to him, it would either snap him out or he'd see her contort in even wilder forms considering his loopy vision.

To any normal spectator, she'd grow taller and taller, until she reached about twelve feet in height when estimated visually, her clothes stretched taut, now fitting this gangly large form more than her normal body. The thing, clearly the girl that had stood before him mere seconds ago, would then pick him up and begin to walk through the halls, the monstrous form that Yarimiel had turned into carrying him gently over to the front, without asking if he wanted it or not, it would just take an idiot to miss that he was minutes away from collapsing in exhaustion, and she has actual empathy for most, so she decided to just do this. Her face had shifted the most out of her entire body, the mouth permanently fixed into a long smile, and a set of iridescent white teeth mostly just hanging there, her body now having a sort of outline that made her stand out from the environment, only expressing lighting of full color,, or white, and solid black, with no in-between.

She knew the way out at least, so she just set him down at the doors of the building onto his feet, only letting go fully once she was sure he could stand upright. "There we go." The thing spoke with a low, grumbly voice, the mouth unmoving as she spoke, but the teeth *Did*. 

After this, she would then clutch her stomach as it growled again notably, the sheer lack of noise helping to make it audible. As a reaction, she made an odd deep hissing sound and would suddenly rush down the hallway, still in this long gangly form in a feral manner, as if her instincts had taken over completely, her limbs moving so quickly that they were shifting almost like liquid tentacles, her hands barely having time to form correctly.
Leslie
He placed his hand inside his jacket pocket to feel the pointed corner of his cigarette box. It was a great relief that he made sure he still has it before returning back to the hospital. As his fingers ruffles through the pocket, he finds what felt like an object shaped as a lighter. 

Usually he only smokes to calm his nerves and put a pause button against the overwhelming thoughts. He'd always made sure to try to keep himself healthy even though his endurance kinda sucks. 

There was a spare second for him to debate whether or not Yari would be worth keeping him in his contacts? She seems stable and decent enough to not go shanking him like the other new students. Perhaps maybe later once he gets to know her more? 

Then out of the blue he is picked up by a large hand that makes him feel like a doll for a second. Next thing he knew, Vance is looking at a gangly black muppet monster thing. It's largemouth reminded him of the chattering teeth windup mouth toy from a surprise party bag. 

'Oh fuck,' Vance thought, now realizing that Yari is another monster girl like Raizel.

How to react to this left him with a deadpan expression as he accepts his fate being carried outside by a twisted version of a lallaloopsy doll with densers making up most of its face.

As soon as he is set down outside, he mutters out a "Thanks" Before he is set down on his feet. When Yari expressed hunger in her monstrous form, a steamy hiss sound escaped her mouth as she began to shift. Unsure what to do, Vance steps back to give her space as he turns around to dig inside his duffle bag. 

His hand pushing aside his folded clothes, socks and books before finding a bag of snacks he stashed. "Hey... Don't feel bad but I think you need this.." As he turned to face Yari he was holding out a bag of ketchup chips, then he waves it at her like "Come and get it!" Motion.
Roy
*Just* As she was about to go storming down the hallway, she goes "Oh. Thankies." And gingerly takes the bag from him with a very shaky hand, her body quickly reducing in size over the span of a couple of seconds. Once normal again, she makes a small smile and opens the bag before eating the chips, she didn't really care about the taste right now, she just wanted the food, even if it was like, what, a couple of handfuls of fried spicy garbage? Anyways, after she was done with the chips, she crunches the bag in her hand, rolling it onto a ball in the same hand, and then sticking her tongue out a small bit as a sign of her happiness, despite the complete lack of emotion across all other parts of her face. "I'm still hungry... Hmm." The hum sounded a bit sad at that fact, but even with the chips, she felt her hunger had been somewhat sated.
Leslie
"Of course you're still going to be still hungry? You look like you are starving..." Vance said, taking out his pack of cigarettes. "I think you should really go find something in the kitchen. It will be an hour before the taxi arrives." Then he got the lighter that used to light the end of his cigarette he has between his lips. The end glowed a faint orange before a stream of pale smoke snake upward into the air. 

"I'll still be sitting here by the time you get back," Vance said, now taking a drag from his danger stick. When he inhaled and exhaled the cigarette smoke, there was a relieved sigh as his nerves began to calm down.