Antebel's Academy for Gifted Minors

Heather picked up her things and trotted after Rose. The girls dorms seemed like a good place to start exploring: claim a bed and dump her stuff off. Even though she probably would be out of here as soon as she turned 18, which wouldn't give her much training time. I already have had to leave my hometown for my safety. Imagine if I had to leave everywhere I went to... Shit...

Her control started to slip, and vines started to grow along the walls.

edited 21st Jun '14 9:06:13 PM by PeacefulApocalypse

And Suzy notices Heather, and the vines beginning to spread. This worried her considerably, but what could she do? ... No, no, your mother wanted you to make friends. Might as well try one.

"H-hello?"

"Huh?" Heather snapped out of her little panic time and looknd looked for the source of the voice. She turned around to see the little girl with the petunia ring in her hair. "Oh. Hello, erm, petunia girl." She sniffed a little, dug around in her bag, pulled out her pills and popped a couple in her mouth, swallowing it down with a bit of water. The vines began to shrink down before disappearing completely.

"Sorry about that. Had a negative thought, which is bad news right now. Think happy thoughts and all that jazz." she put the pills and water back.

"... I, uh... see." Suzy said, a little concerned. She adjusted her new petunia ring a bit, involuntarily. "So, uh... You're also looking for a room?" She asked. Heather should note the pair of vaguely fly-ish wings on her back, as well as her antennae. But perhaps more strikingly, is the strange light she gives off.

edited 21st Jun '14 9:17:18 PM by Trip

"I am, yes. It's upstairs, on the top floor." She slowly set off walking. "So, erm... Can you fly with those?" She pointed at the girl's wings. She noted that the girl also glowed. She's like a human glow worm. How interesting.

"... Um, a little. Not for long, though..." There is an air of sadness to the last part. She always wanted to fly... but her wings weren't completely designed for humans. So all they really did was get snagged on doors and such. "... So, uh..." And now she didn't know what else to say.

Heather continued to walk up until she reached the door for the girls dorm. She froze outside the door and looked at the girl, who despite looking like she was about 12, was only a few inches shorter than Heather's 5'1". "All this talk about powers and shit, and I completely forgot to ask what your name is..."

"... Suzy." is all that she says. "And- and you?" She silently berates herself for her mistake. You're supposed to tell your name, Suzy. How are you gonna make friends like that?

Heather let out a small smile. "I'm Heather. The name came before my powers did, so the fact that they match is a coincidence." She saw that Suzy was internally having a fight with herself. "Hey, don't worry about this whole 'friend making' malarkey. Act yourself and friendships will form by themselves."

edited 21st Jun '14 9:43:14 PM by PeacefulApocalypse

Suzy looked up at Heather for a moment. "... Nobody cares, though." She sighs. "Everyone always either teases me, runs away, or tries to hurt me..." She said. She averted her eyes again, taking a sudden interest in the floor.

Having long since claimed the largest room in the boy's dorm for himself, as he did every year, Alban was currently sealed away behind several feet of wood and/or plaster, plus a large dwarven lock over his doorhandle. This, however, was not nearly enough to hide the assorted clangs and whistles of something being invented.

Heather walked into the girls dorm and began testing the beds, looking for the comfiest one. There was one in a small room that had just the right comfort for her, and she placed her bags on and around it. There, she thought, flopping onto the bed, just right. A small hand twirl later, and the headrest was decorated with pansies of different colours.

Her room may not have been the largest, but it was the comfiest, at least in Heather's opinion.

edited 22nd Jun '14 7:06:51 AM by PeacefulApocalypse

Meanwhile, Suzy finds a decently sized room. She checks the drawers- empty. As is the small closet near the back. As for the bed- Unoccupied. She tests out the bed, rolling in it for a bit... it's alright. About 7/10 on the Comfomator. And thus, she decides that this is her room

Teleporting after the one wanting to learn from him, Samson followed until they reached the library. Looking at him before teleporting over to the nearest book shelf, Samson pulls off a book labeled Spectral Anemones flipping it open halfway. Disinterestedly turning pages, his tone comes off slightly bored "Before I teach you my magic, I really want to engage in a brief battle. It hasn't been very fun here, and I don't want to give magic to someone whose boring. So, is there somewhere we can go to fight?"

***

On this day every year, Cornelius was his most peaceful. While it was enjoyable, whatever that word meant to him, to teach he didn't like having to put so much effort into protecting Penny from others. It was just too hard for her to understand that morality didn't exist. Breaking him from his thoughts was the steadily calm approach of his metal golem. There was only one reason it would approach him so...

Standing up and folding his hands together as his stretched out his arms, he exits his home to see a student flying over to the lake area. Sighing, he simply motioned for the golem to follow him. Arriving at the lake not too long after the student, Cornelius runs a hand through his silver hair as he relaxes his body. The golem stopping next to him, Cornelius speaks in calm voice tingled with annoyance. "So tell me, why exactly do you think you can be here? This area is off-limits to students due to none of you being mature enough to prevent drowning."

"There's a stadium-type place outside, if you wanna spar or something." Jack said, then grinned. "I oughta warn ya - I don't go easy on anyone." The Elven boy gestured for Samson to follow him again.

Wylan and Woe had ended up going to the library as well, Wylan in order to find out what kind of information he could get about this plane he found himself in, and Woe in order to keep to Wylan's side and see if there was anyone who would take enough offence at him to start something. So many ripe fruit, so little time.

But when they heard that there might be a spar going on as the two were looking at books, Woe's interest was piqued. He started to wander over, licking his lips. Even if he was unable to strike a killing blow, that just meant there were more possibilities.

Wylan started to walk over to make sure his guard did not start any bad fights, but still, even the supposedly mature boy found his blood boiling at the prospect of a fight. The blond young man introduced himself to them, "Hey, um, I saw you guys at the oration back there. Couldn't help overhearing the prospect of a fight...not that I enjoy those, but...if its not too much trouble, I'd like to join in. Well, my name's Wylan Strahd, and this..." Gesturing to his bodyguard now, "Is Ein Woe, my bodyguard."

Closing the book rather suddenly, Samson's eyes glance to look at the demon. His eyes briefly holding a serious force, it just as quickly gets replaced with casual excitement. Tossing the book aside as he teleports a little to the left to line up diagonally with them, he sweeps his right arm from front to side as he gives a little bow. Outstretching his left leg a bit and rubbing a small ice crystal between his right index and pointer fingers, Samson speaks with fake uncertainty "I don't know... This was just to be between me and my student..." Reappearing next to Wylan with his left arm draped around his neck like an overexcited friend Samson continues with a more devious and interested voice "How about this, bodyguard-sama will be on my student's team. If we win, I get ask any question I want of bodyguard-sama. The two of you don't get to join the fight if you reject though..."

Heather walked into the library and inhaled deeply through her nose. She loved the smell of old books an old libraries, and was eager to begin reading again. She went to the section on elemental powers, and began browsing for plant manipulation.

After finding a few books, and nearly collapsing under the the weight of them all, she walked towards a table in the middle of the room and began to read. But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard some lads talking about fighting, and how today hadn't been very fun. Heather for up from her desk and walked over to the lads.

"So, we've only been here for..." Heather glanced at her watch, "nearly two hours, and already people want to fight... Interesting."

"I know, right? Typical male culture. If testosterone were electricity, I'd never have to fret about power sources. Ever. Again."

The source of this voice, a boy with the height of a ten-year-old, the physique of a sixteen-year-old, and the beard of a fourty-year-old, was sitting across the table from Heather, visibly smirking behind the giant tech encyclopaedia he had propped up on his knee. As he finished his sentence, the gears in his head visibly started to turn.

"Actually... that's a great idea! Testosterone-powered machinery! Just picture it - you could turn a bus full of chavs into enough energy to power the National Grid for five days! It's genius, I tell you, genius!"

The last ultra-emphatic cry of "genius" saw Alban leap to his feet, staring at the ceiling with a disturbingly ambitious glint in his eye.

and since everyone is there

Susan, having decided on her nest, decides to explore the academy. She comes across the library... and the inhabitants. There isn't much else to do, so she might as well read. But now there are people. Well, this is problematic, but... she tries to sneak past everyone, sidling across the wall. Unfortunately, her glow gives her presence away.

"First day in a new place and they all run to a library. What a world."

Mr.Waller was taking this precious time to enjoy the peaceful murmer of the Academy outdoor area, knowing it wouldn't be the same until just next year. The promise of future raucous and activity reminded him of his first day here, which for some reason, had him feeling cathartic.

"I just hope they get along in there.", he continued. If anyone were to enter the outside stadium with him, it'd seem as if a ghost were talking; by now he's stilled himself against the outer fence long enough for his power to kick in. It was a difficult pattern, apparently, so his body went for full camouflage amongst it's surroundings. Only a human sized shadow betrayed his location now.

edited 23rd Jun '14 11:55:30 AM by goodisgood

Heather rolled her eyes and picked up her books, visibly buckling under the weight. "I'm dumping these in my room and then heading outside. I have some plants to manipulate." She headed outside the library, using her foot to generate a vine to open the door.

edited 23rd Jun '14 12:25:01 PM by PeacefulApocalypse

Wylan looked over at Ein Woe, who seemed to consider this for all of ten seconds.

"Very well, I find this to be a tasteful use of my time. However, should I win, then you," He gestured at Samson, "must inform me of the source of your power."

All of a sudden, Woe started to give off a tremendous energy, almost a primal sense of dread spreading out from near him, even people who just arrived in the library would feel a dark, dangerous sense. This might be able to be said to be Ein Woe's killing intent, and even in such a match, it was obvious it was just flaring out of him in waves.

Wylan, however, did not seem too affected by it. He just outright smiled and nodded, "You guys go ahead and do so."

Spontaneously bursting into deranged laughter as his body takes on poses to reflect his derangement, Samson speaks with utter glee "Very well bodyguard-sama, I've been wanting to finish our fight anyways!" Teleporting over to his student, Samson speaks with exaggerated tone and motions "I'm so sorry, but our test fight will have to be postponed due to bodyguard-sama." Warping around a few times, he finally calms down as settles on facing Woe. "Should we conduct this where we met, or do you have a better idea?"

Ein Woe gave a rather creepy grin, and stated, "The Stadium seems like an interesting place...I believe a clash should be conducted there."

Yes, this one...definitely worth picking at some point. But not right now. Now is simply a time to enjoy.

With that, he went off running for the stadium area, fully expecting to see Samson running along beside him.

Wylan decided to go off there as well, to make sure Woe did not injure Samson too badly. His bodyguard was apparently a pretty dangerous fighter, as far as Wylan remembered. He recalled Woe defeating someone who could create eight phantom copies of himself. That was one incredibly skilled takedown...