<strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Prince" Reign Uziel Yazarael</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The DWMA Roof<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zetsuga & Koromi<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/1369/4dyd.jpg)</div>Prince Reign had decided to stay at the school late tonight. He was doing some research in the library about Witches. What he was interested in was their ability to wield Human Weapons, and if such a thing had ever been conducted in the past. The research seemed to pay off, as told by the sinister grin that spread across his face as his hazel eyes fixated upon the words within the royal red book he read. The library was quiet; haunting actually. There were no other souls in the entire room aside from himself. His legs were folded at the ankles as he stretched them long and comfortably with his ankle resting on the table. There were a stack of books surrounding him on all sides and just enough of a dim light to illuminate the pages as he read.<br/><br/>The entire library was deathly quiet. Shadows crept around the teacher at all sides, only being held at bay by the dwindling golden glow from the table lap along his left side. His hazel eyes twitched, however, as he began hearing sounds from the outside. There weren't many windows in plain view from where he sat in the dark library. Concentrating, he could feel the light vibrations shimmering against the floor, and his grin slowly melted into a frown, which only accented his golden brown eye's annoyance. He removed his feet from the table and stood with his long legs. He closed the heavy book, and placed it on the desk; his midnight hair cascading down the sides of his face as gravity took hold of them.<br/><br/>He could tell there was a commotion coming from the school roof and immediately assumed the students were up there playing around, which was clearly against the rules. With a light sigh passing through his nose, he silently walked away from his little corner of the library and into the gripping darkness. When he resurfaced into the light, he was opening the door to the roof of the school. He stepped out on this cool, breezy night, and walked on to the roof in plain sight, where he saw a student weildng the bastard sword, Zetsuga Staghorn. The sword, he was familiar with, but the student wielding it, he was not. Those dark accents around his golden eyes, and heavy hooded cloak did not spark any reminiscent memories. This must have been a new student Lord Death failed to inform him of.<br/><br/>Hazel eyes narrowed at the sight of the two, and then, instantly, a friendly smile played upon the teacher's face.<strong>"Now you two do know it's against the rules to be on school property after hours without permission."</strong>He spoke casually towards them with his hands relaxed at his sides. He'd recently discarded his robes for a more professional attire since he was technically working. He wore a pair of navy blue slacks and a white button-up shirt underneath a navy blue business jacket. He was the embodiment of professional in this attire, and would need to be whenever on school grounds, though sometimes he would rather his extravagant satin or silk robes instead of his "Slave To The Machine" suit and tie.<strong>"Oh, and I don't believe we've had the pleasure to meet. Allow me to introduce myself. Reign Yazarael: a humble teacher hear at the DWMA. And you, young man?"</strong>His words were polite, and that smile never left his calm face, yet even so, his eyes were deadly in the moonlight. Golden specks reflected from its luminous glow as he analyzed the new student. He possessed features that were unlike any normal Human, and Reign couldn't help but wonder exactly what he was. The first thought that came to his mind was a Corrupt Soul, which would give the Death Scythe an excuse to use his blade form, but he just laughed this thought away. Surely his luck would not be so.<br/><br/>That only left a few other possibilities; one being that this student happened to be a Magical Animal. But which? These features and markings were not common. Then again, he'd probably spent too many nights in the company of the Magical Cat, Blair. She has command of a certain standard all magical Animals should follow. Spending too much time with her, and you'll forget that their are other animals in the world besides cats.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Adell Zephyros</strong>(Color =<strong>Bolded Red</strong>)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Eleanor's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Eleanor Byrd Rose<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/3d7aebe92db19ffbe63200d2c27c9107/http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn249/ExSoldier-Of-Death/Adell1.png)</div>Adell couldn't help but smile seeing Eleanor share in his humor. He finished with drying off his hands and took a step back so that she could have more room. He laughed a bit at her curtsy and smirked at her.<strong>"All in a day's work, M'lady."</strong>They had such a nice dynamic together. He couldn't imagine why he should ever feel nervous or self-conscious when around her. When she took the bowl with her hands she quickly went to work finishing off the dish. Once finished, he watched her as she leaned down and slid the dish into the oven. He couldn't help but hope to sneak another peak of her bending over in the shorts, but from his angle, which was still pretty close to her, there was no such luck. It was fine though. He was pretty sure he'd get another look before the night was over.<br/><br/>And he was right.<br/><br/>She bent over the oven to set the timer, and what a teasing view did she give him. He could very clearly make out the distinct dip from her hips to her slim waist as she leaned over the oven. He couldn't help but feel like she was tormenting him on purpose now, and suppressed the blush that was forming on his face. How perfect would it be to just grab her by the waist in this position?<br/><br/>Once she finished with the timer, she stood back and stepped closer towards Adell. Very close: The closest they'd ever come towards one-another short of the time where he held her weapon form, as well as when she saved him from falling from the school's roof. She was actually pinned between himself and the counter, and he felt his face reddening as his stare fixed on her luscious lips. His eyes were tempted to drift just a few inches lower, where he knew her bountiful chest was just crying out for him to take notice, but he was a gentleman. At least, that's what he kept telling himself in order to resist the feral urges driving him wild. The girl smiled at him a bit before hoisting herself onto the counter in front of him with her legs dangling. From this position, he could see all of her now; including her shapely thighs, which were very exposed from her shorts riding up yet again. In an attempt to fight off the awkward staring, he formed a light smile on his face, which quivered when her deep blue eyes locked with his.<br/><br/><strong><em>"It'll be about 25 to 30 minutes so if we can do anything you want until then."</em></strong>His cheeks darkened at her last words.<em>Anything?</em>Had she not realized the potential such a statement left open for him to exploit? Anything literally meant anything! He felt his teeth clamp down upon themselves as he fought harder to maintain his composure, but everything seemed so futile. The girl reached out and, with soft hands, took his into hers. He jumped a bit from the sudden connection their naked skin made and he looked down at her tiny hands.<strong><em>"You're not wearing your gloves, I completely missed that."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Oh, yeah. They didn't exactly go with the wardrobe, so I left them home."</strong>He rubbed the back of his red hair with his free hand and laughed a bit. He hadn't realized it yet, but he always did this when he was truly embarrassed. What could he say in such a situation, and what were the two of them to do for the next half hour? He didn't want to think about it.<br/><br/><em><strong>"I like your hands. They suit you, they're strong"</strong></em>Her shimmering blue eyes looked up at him, and at that moment, he felt his entire body freeze from her enchanting gaze.<br/><br/>Eleanor was a true embodiment of stunning beauty. It was her look where the adjective '<em>stunning'</em>originated from. Her gaze, when locked with his eyes, literally left him paralyzed. His nerves were completely frozen and he, again, forgot that living beings needed to breathe or else they'd die. He actually wouldn't have minded death at this very moment. So long as her eyes were the last thing he saw, he knew he could rest in peace.<br/><br/>That's when he realized how close they were: how intimate this moment was, and how lovely she appeared. It was like a scene out of some romance Anime where the background faded into soft, beautiful patterns sparking around the two main characters. He was nervous, but he was determined not to be the oblivious loser character in this novel. He was way cooler than that. But what was a cool guy like himself to do in such a situation? His body felt like it knew the answer, but when his mind caught wind of such, he grew nervous.<br/><br/>Adell found himself leaning in closer towards the girl's face, as if some invisible force was pulling him closer to her. He stopped before getting too close, though his face only had to be a few inches away from hers. His skin reddened, and his breath fell shallow. He was so close to kissing her, but should he? This was only the first date they'd ever had. Wasn't the rule to hold off until at least the third date? He couldn't remember. He couldn't think. Everything was so jumbled. His soul was a lit, but it wasn't the chaotic crimson flames that sent his soul into a wild frenzy. His flame was calm; a white-hot intensity whose heat was numbing; euphoric. His soul burned uncontrollably, giving him a weightless bliss in which he'd never before experienced. He wanted to kiss her; his soul yearned to feel such supple lips against his own, but it was a nervous uncertainty that kept him frozen in his place. He was torn, with no idea which direction he should take. His heart was ready to explode and, once he found that he'd been hesitating for over fie seconds now, he grew self-conscious and ashamed. He wondered what Eleanor must have been thinking right now. Hopefully this would not ruin his relationship with her.