<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146769.msg6628971#msg6628971">Quote from: A Japanese Dane on 21-07-2012, 21:59:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fabian smiled a little "I'm Fabian Erde, and the answer to your other question, we're the same year. Though I doubt we're even close to being the same age" He looked at her for a little trying to judge her character, trying to determine whether she'd be any threat to him. His reason told him to be wary of her, while his pride assured him he would win in a fight, whatever she might be. He finally decided to hold out a hand in a friendly gesture, he noted her eyes being drawn for a second to his claw like fingers "Dragon" He said simply, blowing a little smoke out of his nostrils. <br/><br/>He waited for her to shake his hand, secretly waiting to judge her power by the simple act. Not many realized what a handshake meant to dragons in hiding, it was a sign of cautious respect, of acknowledgement, it meant that whoever had gotten the dragon to hold out his or her hand they had earned their notice<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Catriana smiled genuinely at his response, his name rolling off her tongue as she repeated it, an old fashion English accent sounding lightly from her mouth. "Fabian Erde. 'Tis a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure you and I will be seeing quite a bit of each other as we are in the same year. Where's your homeroom? Mine is in room 389, followed by British Literature in 110. Surely I'll know someone in either of those rooms." She stepped up closer to him, so that any human passing them out just look at them as though they were swapping secrets. She looked him dead in the eye, her bright green eyes bright with mischief. "As for age, one would be surprised how old I am, sweetheart. Born in 1797, turned in 1815." She shook his hand, lady like in appearance, but her strength was hidden to all but supernaturals. She winked at him before smiling, sharing a secret with him. "Dragon? How delightful. Vampire..." For emphasis, she stepped closer to him again, smiling just a bit more mischievously and let her fangs pop out of her gums for a brief moment, her tongue running over them. "You and I, darling, are going to have a lot of fun this year, no?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146769.msg6630200#msg6630200">Quote from: Frank Reshman on 22-07-2012, 02:29:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>LATE!</strong><br/><br/>Late! Late! Late! Late! Late! Late! Late! <br/><br/>How many times can someone be late to school on their first day?  Mike shot out of bed and flew down the stairs, lightly landing on the lower terrace with the grace only angels possess.  He grabbed a loaf of bread from the counter, cheese from the fridge, and was out the door in less than 5 minutes.  Luckily he had spent all night grooming his feathers for the following day, or he would have been much later than he already was.<br/><br/>He arrived at school half an hour late and ran through the hallway, slowing to a walk once he saw a group of people.  He was used to looking out of place, but hopefully the weird looks wouldn't start until around 3rd period this time.  He could tell by their scent, as well as the aura they were giving off, that none of them were human.  They didn't seem hostile, but he knew things could change quite rapidly, but they didn't seem overly friendly.  He waved to the group of them and uttered a weak, "<strong>Hey there...</strong>" <br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As Catriana was speaking to Fabian, the wind picked up a peculiar scent she'd smelled just once in her life. She turned her head to see a mouse  of a man skitter through the crowds. He wanted to blend in, and Catriana, well, socialite that she was in her time and now, just couldn't have that. She turned to him, placed her hand on his sleeve and looked at him brightly. "Good morning! How are you on this glorious day? What's your name? I'm Catriana and this is Fabian."