Flutura

“Oh. That's a shame...” Flute replied, watching with interest as he procured a glove with which to shake her hand with and mentally filing it away as a pretty good idea. “Nice to meet you. Your... Highness?”

Or is it Majesty? Majesty-Highness. Hignesty. Maghness. I don't know...

“If there's a mistake in you being here you can talk with the teachers...” Flute pointed out after shaking his hand—her grip somewhat frail as her bugs briefly skittered over his glove before returning to her form. “But either way you're welcome here. Everyone is, right?”

Eventually her own curiosity overwhelmed her, and she soon pointed at his... everything with a look of borderline child-like intrigue.

“Are you made of candy? That's pretty cool.”

Tim - Homeroom

Tim's eyebrow twitched as the bugs crawled around his gloved hand. He did not like bugs. Not one bit. At least not since his transformation a few months ago. Dreadful parasites, they were. Ants, flies, even beetles. They all had started to swarm him ever since that day, trying to get a piece of all those sugary goods on and inside his body. His parents had spent a lot of money in zappers, repellents, and even a couple of visits by pest control. But now, he was on his own. He had been very close to pulling his hand away and screaming in a high-pitched and undignified way, but for the sake of chivalry, he soldiered on.

"I- I am, indeed, made of candy", he replied, regaining his composure. "Partially, at least. What kind of Candy King would I be otherwise?" He smirked proudly, as if that had made sense to anyone else other than him. "But, please," he added, "do not eat me or my clothing. You or your... bugs."

An awkward pause followed.

"I mean, I assume they're yours. I saw them crawling around for a second there. Ick."

Flutura

“They're mine. They're cute. I like them,” Flute smiled, either missing or outright ignoring his expressions of disgust as she nodded at him. “I won't eat you. I'll stop them, too. It's not nice to eat people. I'll let them eat cattle and stuff, though. They get really hungry.”

She absentmindedly adjusted her hoodie, tightening some of the bandages near her neck as she did so in order to cover up some of the marks caused by her bugs burrowing out from her skin. Toeing the ground in a loss as to what to do, she eventually let her gaze fall to the floor as she idled back over to her seat; giving the supposed Candy King naught but a sheepish mumble in farewell.

“I'm going over here...”

He was pretty cool looking, she thought, but he didn't seem to like her all too much. Which was sad, because she didn't want that. Unfortunately she couldn't think of anything else to say, despite a million questions whirring about in her brain.

None of them sounded very nice, though. Like ‘how do you exist’ and ‘why hasn't anyone eaten you yet.’

Edited by Enirboreh on Jan 7th 2021 at 10:39:41 AM

Lewis quirked an eyebrow at the arriving 'king', flowing his torc into the shape of a crown to match.

"Ah man, our class has two people being transformed into the subject of their powers? Well anyway, heya royal boy."

Nathan

"Aah!" Nathan nearly jumped out of his skin at a sudden voice right next to him. He turned, breathing a slight sigh of relief when he saw it was just Deedee. "O-oh...s-sorry...I get...n-nervous..."

When she asked him if he could give her nightmares...well, he was pretty sure she was asking that, it was kind of hard to tell...Nathan bit his lip and shook his head. "N-no...I'm sorry, but...m-my powers don't work that way...they summon fears and nightmares..." He swallowed, averting his eyes. "S-sorry..."

Then the teacher arrived, asking if he was okay. Nathan bit his lip again, looking at his feet. "I-I'm good...th-the smell was just...overwhelming, is all..."

God, this was a disaster. Why had he thought introducing himself would be a good idea? "S-sorry if I worried you..."

Xavier

Hovering away from the window, he took note of the new entrants. One was a boy made of candy, who smelled almost sickeningly sweet. Then came another boy, who seemed a lot more normal.

At 'Timotheus's proclamation, Xavier murmured under his breath: "Those who think they need no help are often those who need it the most."

Xavier turned himself towards Matsuki. "Hello. Don't worry about being late, class hasn't properly started yet. We're going around introducing ourselves. Xavier Mayberry, resident ESPer, at your service."

Deedee

Her smile grew thinner as the boy spoke. After what felt like an eternity, she forced out an acknowledging "Ah." before yawning loudly and adding, with less mirth than she hoped for, "I lose nothing asking, anyhow, do I? But we should really go back inside. I'm alright, by the way, thank you."

She figured a little too late that it may have been more polite to wait for him before getting to the classroom again, but halfway in, figured it was too late to backtrack. It wasn't like she felt too inclined to do so, anyways. Something inside her was disappointed, while something else was angry at that disappointment, culminating in her being mad that she'd nag herself for her own feelings. It was confusing and unnecessary and, honestly, she was way too tired to deal with it all.

Deedee maneuvered her way around the chairs, slumping on one close to a window. The air was still sickenly sweet, but at least it wasn't Deluxe Coconout Pine Tree anymore, and there was a nice breeze coming from the outside. She put both arms on top of the table, let her head fall on them, and promptly fell asleep.

The slightest sound would wake her up, anyways, so what what's the harm?

Matsuki

Well, it seemed there was wannabe royalty in this class.

Matsuki really didn't care for that kind of thing. It reminded him of all the wrong people. However he decided he wasn't going to openly comment or anything. Chalk it up to him not wanting to make a scene, especially not when he was so new to the area. He didn't want to alienate anyone. It might just be the way this guy was expected to act...

Well, it seemed there was still apt room here in class. He managed to find a seat, and as he headed for it, he looked at Xavier, and breathed audibly. Wiping sweat off his forehead, Matsuki said, "Yeah, thank you, that's...that's a relief. My name's Matsuki Kyonori, I moved here with my mom. I have magic I can use, and I uh, I have wings that I prefer not involving."

Fiona

After Deedee fumbled her way out of her arms, Fiona nearly went after her. Maybe it was nothing, but she was clearly worked up about something. But then the candy kid and some punk walked in before she could make it to the door. The kid looked damn tasty, and the only thing stopping her was she didn't need to eat. At all. At all at all. And the other thing is it would be wrong, but that was obvious.

...she could really use a sundae right about now.

By the time she got herself back in gear, Deedee was already back in the room, and sleeping on her desk. For all that talk about not being able to sleep, she went out like a light. If she could, she'd jump right in, but her body only ever slept whenever it felt like it. Which was, what, 3-4 hours a week? And whenever she did sleep, it was like marching through the flames of hell.

Whatever. She needed something to keep herself from another downward spiral. She walked over to Matsuki, willing to talk to anyone if it gave her something to do. He looked like some scrawny-ass punk next to her, with nothing else standing out. But in this class, that made him all the more suspicious. And she was right on the money.

"That so? Gotta say, you don't look like some angel or whatever you're supposed to be, yeah? Sure you didn't come to the wrong school or something?"

Tim - Homeroom

The self-proclaimed Candy King watched as the strange bug girl walked off with an indistinct mumble. Did he say something wrong? Was his chivalry not up to par? He quickly put those thoughts aside, feeling somewhat relieved she had gone away. It wasn't her fault, necessarily, but he didn't want any of those creepy-crawly creatures anyone near him. In any case, he had hidden his apprehension quite well. Or so he thought. In reality, he had become pale as a ghost during the course of the conversation, but don't tell him that. He let out a quiet sigh.

But his calm was short-lived. He swore he had heard the kid in the floating chair say something about him. But that wasn't what set him off.

"Royal boy?!"

He could understand the ignorance of the masses, not recognizing a king like him. He could excuse an honest mistake by his teacher, addressing him by the wrong name. But that sort of disrespect by a commoner was something he was not going to tolerate. He grabbed one of the enormous wafer tubes on his back, his beloved royal scepters, and loudly stomped one end against the ground, attempting to elicit some sort of commanding presence.

"Is that a way to address a royal? Where did they teach you etiquette?"

Deedee

She jolted awake like a lightbulb being powered by a million watts and shouted "REM SLEEP!", before coming back to her senses. As much as was normal for her, at least. Her eyes stung and she wasn't sure if she could feel her fingertips, but at least she had forgotten whatever convinced her a nap was a good idea. That's good, isn't it?

Deedee wasn't sure what woke her up, as class didn't seem to have started yet, but saw the elegant popsicle elegantly mad and jumped to conclusions. She strained her neck a little bit to properly adress the small group that was with him, boldened by the fact she knew half of them already. "I interrupted, sorry. I haven't heard you two's names yet, though." She made a general gesture to the tall Asian guy and Lollipop. "The name's Deedee. Can't rest, not even in my dreams. Get it? Since I can't—yeah you get it."

Matsuki

A sigh and then looking around.

One of the girls in the class was scrutinizing him, and wondering about his wings. Honestly, he preferred not having them out for a reason. Things never went well if they were out, for...more than one reason. And she seemed to think he was an angel or something. Whatever Matsuki was, he really, truly doubted he was an Angel.

"Oh yeah. Seraph Academy, Bay City, school for problem students?" Matsuki said aloud. He looked around the rest of the room, thinking about the other students who were sitting elsewhere Well, there are plenty of cute girls here at least. Hopefully I can at least enjoy my time here.

"Ah, I can show em, but you guys have to stay back. Don't be touching my wings, no matter what."

Edited by NickTheSwing on Jan 7th 2021 at 7:02:51 AM

Fiona

Fiona stepped back, giving angel boy a wide berth. "Fine by me. Show us whatcha got, yeah?"

Lewis let off a little laugh as his own hastily-formed silver crown lost composure for a moment before reforming.

"I mean you're royal and you're a boy. It isn't a wrong statement is it?"

He flicked his wrist and the crown flowed into his palm.

"Wasn't disputing your claim or making fun of your powers either. So chill out, stress is bad for the transfiguration..."

Matsuki

Well, considering what usually happened when the wings came out, Matsuki was feeling understandably a bit of trepidation. Usually someone just couldn't help themselves for some reason. He breathed, getting ready to physically intervene in case someone went for it.

Once he made enough room for them, he willed them out. He felt as usual a prickling sense of pain beforehand and then folding out through two openings in the back of Matsuki's shirt, they fully showed. Extending out from Matsuki's back were a pair of utterly, outstandingly gorgeous wings, bright gold enough to shine...

But there was a sharpness to that shine. And as they moved back and forth, stretching, it was obvious. And yet there was a supernatural allure to those wings. A prenatural want to touch them. Ohh but they looked so soft, so wonderful...

One

"I am fine, please do not be concerned at the glitches within my speech system! And although nobody may want these, they are still Miss Raleigh's property! If anything she may still want them back, and I have made it my purpose to help retrieve them again!"

The robot found themself being lifted up, as if the very air was conspiring to make them defy gravity, right as they said that, looking around in confusion as to what could be causing it. They didn't detect any form of hold on their body directly, leaving them simply rising into the air with an armful of sickly-sweet smelling air fresheners with a dumbfounded look on their face.

"No! Miss Raleigh's air fresheners!" They called out as a few of the assorted smell things fell back to the ground below from the simple act of being lifted, only for many more to follow as one of their arms promptly shot out to the side. They fired their foot thrusters into full force with a roar, briefly tugging against the pulling force against them, only for the engines to sputter and die out before they could even get close. Thus, when the class once again caught sight of One as they were levitated back into the class, their face was contorted almost as if they were on the verge of tears as they dumped the remaining air fresheners on the floor.

"Please forgive me Miss Raleigh, I could not carry them all and my arm encountered several errors when I was being lifted back into class. I only desired to return your air fresheners to you."

Well, everyone seemed to be doing introductions, and there was one boy who seemed to be...quite extravagant in his presence and demeanour. One turned away from their teacher, facing their new friends, as they thought of them.

"Hello everyone. My name is One. It is nice to meet you."

They put on their best smile. That's what humans did when introducing themselves in contexts like this, right? Not that their smile was really good, considering how much the robot fell into the uncanny valley.

Flutura

Flute had resigned herself to just taking a break from saying ‘hi’ to everyone new for now, but the shine from out of the corner of her vision attracted her (rather appropriately) like a moth to a flame. Upon idly realising ‘oh hey that guy has wings’ she found herself standing up, steadily padding over to him as she let a few of her curious flies scout ahead of her.

As... alluring as the wings were, her bugs were faster than her, and she didn't want to be rude. So she allowed the insects to try and land upon the wings, perhaps seeing if they were as soft as they felt.

“Your wings look pretty. Hi. I'm Flute.”

Tim - Homeroom

Inadvertently, the silver boy's comments had only suceeded in digging himself in deeper. Tim was boiling. What an affront. Never had he seen such a blatant flouting of basic protocol and social norms. He smashed his wafer tube against the floor once again, this time cracking it at the base.

"I don't believe my ears! You claim to recognize my status, and yet refuse to show respect! I am to be addressed only as "Your Majesty", or "Your Highness". I must warn you that this sort of irreverence is considered a crime of lesé-majesté, which can be punished by lengthy prison sentences and even death, depending on the country."

Of course, Tim had left out the fact that he didn't, in fact, rule over any country. It's something that seriously bothered him, but he figured he would get things sorted out in time. Couldn't be that hard to set one up. It was all a matter of finding some unoccupied land, and maybe building a candy palace of his own making. He even had thought of a name: "Candy Land". He didn't know why his parents had laughed when he told them.

He was snapped out of this pipe-dream by the voice of Deedee. He had been too lost in thought to register what she had exactly said to him, but to not respond would have been inelegant and very awkward to boot. So, turning over to the sleepy girl, he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

"Can you believe this pleb?", he said, gesturing towards Lewis.

Way to go, Tim.

Deedee

The group was still talking about something, Royal Lollipop was still mad, and now New Guy had big, beautiful wings on his back. She took a step towards them, hit her stomach on her table, and stepped back. It was mesmerizing to look at them; like some sort of visual trick you can't look away from. The sun made the nicest colors when it hit them, and they didn't look specially weak or soft. It also made her stomach churn, and she found herself swallowing hard. Those were not normal wings, were they? Did he say they could touch them? A couple of Flute's bugs were curious about them, too. She figured it was safer to let them go first.

In the meantime, she occupied herself with popping her fingers and shaking her head at Lollipop. "That's Leader, don't mind him." she didn't know the guy—She couldn't recall his name, or half of the class's names for that matter—but avoiding arguments was second nature for her by now. She smirked and lowered her voice, nudging at Caramel Kid. "Wings though, he's kind of cute, isn't he? Do you think he's related to Principal Angel? ...do you think he has wings too?"

Robot,—One, their name is One— seemed safe and sound. Good. Still just half standing, she waved a 'hi' at them, and began humming a tune she didn't know she still remembered.

Fiona

As soon as Fiona saw Matsuki open his soft, golden wings, she was in awe. She wasn't all that into art or anything, but it was like poetry in motion. She wasn't sure if she'd ever seen anything that beautiful. Least not in person. And even if it wasn't, all he had to do was think and they'd pop in or out like magic. He had the best of both worlds.

And it pissed her the hell off.

She resisted the urge to reach out and touch them, her anger and frustration blocking out everything else. She walked back over to Deedee, almost on impulse. If she didn't talk to someone, she'd probably try and tear those things off without a second thought. Even her visor was glaring as she grumbled, fingers digging into the palms of her fists.

She noticed Deedee waving over to One, and, uh, crap. Totally forgot about him. Again. She really didn't want to deal with him right now, but after that stunt, she couldn't take her eyes off them for five minutes without him jumping into the trash compactor, could she?

"Ya know, One, most people don't go leaping through windows cuz someone tossed out a buncha air fresheners, yeah? Like, seriously, they smell like shit! Did you think to ask if anyone wanted them back? Jeezus..."

Edited by kkhohoho on Jan 9th 2021 at 3:55:37 AM

Matsuki

For his part, Matsuki tried to moved backward as Flute started moving toward him, the bug girl seemed entranced by his wings. He remembered the stories of moths and fire, and started trying to tell her, "Stop...you—-you really don't know what you're doing..." He barely even noticed Fiona's angry reaction. "I'm...I'm Matsuki Kyonori...and you uh, you don't want to do that."

He also didn't notice the scout flies moving in.

And the moment the flies touched Matsuki's wings, the seemingly soft pinions sliced right through them as the small insects bubbled and dissolved from the poison inlaid on the wings.

Yes, in truth Matsuki's wings were an inviting, deceptive lie. Every one of those soft looking feathers was impossibly sharp, such that when Matsuki shifted a bit against the wall, his feathers sliced into the wall and left several deep gashes in it.

Edited by NickTheSwing on Jan 9th 2021 at 2:14:21 AM

Flutura

“...o-oh.”

Flute evidently hadn't been expecting this to happen, and halted her approach entirely once she registered what Matsuki had done to the wall. She blinked at him, then took a nervous step back—dragging her gaze away from both the wings and the corpses of her bugs as more insects replaced the ones lost on her skin.

“...Sorry. I didn't know...”

I liked those bugs. They were cute.

...

Flute sighed to herself, biting her lip uncertainly as she stared down at her feet. She could hardly blame anyone but herself for that. Though she was at least partially grateful that she'd had enough sense to use her bugs in place of herself to investigate.

“...It's okay though. Sorry. I shouldn't have done that.”

Lewis let off another loud laugh, spinning the silver back into a crown.

"Man, you're a riot you know that? But whatever, heya Your Majesty. Probably doesn't take a think tank to figure your powers does it?"

Homeroom

Just outside of the room, Rebecca smiled at Nathan. "Don't apologize. My job is to make all of you feel comfortable. If Timothy's smell is that overwhelming, we'll just find a workaround. I think One managed to salvage an air freshener or two. If that helps. I might have to talk to one of the other teachers."

With that, Rebecca walked her way back to the desk, noting with some concern the gashes Matsuki's wings had carved into the wall. Was it too much to expect to get through the first day without property damage?

"Alright! I trust you've all had time to introduce yourselves. Now, before we do anything else, does anyone have any questions or concerns? As your homeroom teacher, I'll be primarily responsible for you while you're here, so I'll do everything in my power to help with whatever you need."

Nathan

"Ah...I-I'll be fine, really...j-just...first day nerves, is all...th-thank you for offering..."

Nathan followed Rebecca back into the classroom, silently taking his seat again. When she asked if anyone had any questions, he paused to think.

Well...there's where we'll be sleeping...and what the classes are...and...um... There was one thing he really wanted to know about, but he wasn't sure it If would be appropriate to ask...and also he was too scared to.

Seraph Academy's existence had been a bit...controversial. The most common complaint levied against it was that it was basically "supervillain recruiting grounds". Nathan wanted to know what the precautions for that sort of thing were.

But he was too scared to ask. His hands stayed in his lap.