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</div><b><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><span style="font-size: 26px">Meric Donovan</span></span></i></b><br/>"I really don't care what you think about the play. I really like the idea." Ambriel strolled through the snow-crested courtyard with her friends from their last class. "I think it would be more fun with live animals though, but I do see your point."<br/><br/>"Yea, the last school I attended, we had live animals too. It started a huge blood fest that lasted two days." Augusto laughed at his recall of history. "I was suspended a year for that one."<br/><br/>"Yea, because you started to charge the admin. secretary," Clase added.<br/><br/>"Only because I mistook her for a pig; anyone could! If you saw that woman's chops, you would too?" The group laughed as Augusto gave a visual measurement of the woman's thighs.<br/><br/>Meric wasn't listening too much as he followed behind the small group of cloak-clad classmates – the tiny group of vampires he's become acquainted with through association. The upperclassman, Clase Seong, is his roommate, but since Meric moved onto campus there, Clase has also been his campus host and vampire big brother. All in all, he was his Handler, watching to make sure the young vampire didn't lose control on campus. It was embarrassing, an insult, Meric thought at first. But, with half of the semester passed, he'd come to trust and respect Clase's presence. The campus wasn't confusing to maneuver around, and after training from his adopted father, Archet, Meric had learned how to maintain control of his bloodlust, for the most part. Clase also became Meric's personal counselor and tutor, training the young vampire on the knowledge he should have been taught upon the cutting of his fangs. He's even gone out of his way to help Meric transition to socializing - safely on such a large, diverse campus. Without his friend, Meric would have been expelled upon his first week of classes.<br/><br/>Waving Ambriel and Augusto goodbye, Clase turned to Meric with a grin, "Well, I'll see you at the demonstration after lunch, right? You're not going to go stash yourself in our room this time."<br/><br/>With a huge sigh, Meric glanced up towards the taller guy with his typical poker grin and bright, blank eyes, "But, of course not. Why would I miss an exciting event such as dueling?"<br/><br/>Clase shook his head and stopped Meric from taking another step with a quick grasp of his shoulder upon hearing the nerves in his smooth Scandinavian tone. "Yes, it will be a decent size crowd, but nothing you can't handle. I will be there, just in case. But there's no need, not anymore. You've improved so much, don't start doubting yourself now."<br/><br/>Tucking the hood of his cloak further over his eyes, Meric shook his head, "Just get me out of there if I choke. I-I can't mess anything up around here..."<br/><br/>"You won't," Clase reassured, patting his shoulder confidently before letting go. "Let's head to lunch and get a bite to eat." Meric's eyes shot up with a retort, but Clase chuckled with a quick shake of his head, "Alright, not a good time. Fine, just trying to lighten up your mood. You've been so preoccupied lately. I'm starting to worry."<br/><br/>"Let's just get out of the sun." Meric restarted his steps towards the cafeteria.<br/><br/>They entered the cafeteria without another word between them, shaking the moisture off their protective cloaks and moving towards the line to receive their choice of alternate blood meals. The one thing Meric could say about this school that he liked – their alternate meals weren't bad. With Archet, all they could afford were blood pills and the occasional livestock. Here, the special dietary staff would spruce things up a little with something like… blood nuggets, which looked and tasted like chicken nuggets but with the alternate blood within. They were able to create in such ways - Meric could forget that he wasn't eating real food or consuming real blood.<br/><br/>With his tray in hand, Meric followed Clase through the aisles of seats, heading towards the series of circular seats further in the back of the room where most of the vampires settled with their meals. Far too many of the regular students weren't too comfortable watching vampires eat, especially when some of their dishes held that all too familiar color of blood. So, for the sake of everyone's stomachs, these students choose to sit in the shadows.<br/><br/>As Meric followed, he took a moment to glance around the room – something he rarely did. He was still too uncomfortable being in large crowds. Sure, he was in control of himself. And sure, the alternate meals were very helpful in keeping that order, but it's hard to get an old Carnie to learn a new trick – especially when submersing them amongst the prizes. The aromas of fresh blood will never subside, especially within his maturing senses. But, knowing his entire future was at stake, Meric moved on – until his feet stopped. As he passed behind a silent student, he noticed her sketching something in her notepad. At first, he was going to glance and move on, so he could keep up with Clase, but the sketch caught his attention before he had a chance to stop himself. He stood there silently, watching rudely – leaning over her shoulder until he was caught. Meric wasn't attempting to disturb her or meddle in her business. But, for the sake of a good shock, he chose to do both.<br/><br/>"Pardon my intrusion," he grinned warmly. "I must say, your sketch is rather eye-catching. A childhood hobby, or do you aspire to be an artist one day?"<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="21715" data-username="@Letrixia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21715/">@Letrixia</a>