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Errant zoned out for a few seconds, missing most of the conversation after whatever Sylvia had said, but eventually the group nears the cafeteria and it comes into sight. For the most part, only Night Class students were in sight. He enters into the cafeteria, looking around for an area to sit. Eventually, his gaze stops on that of a table fit for four and he extends his arm, pointing towards it for the sake of his friends.
"That'll sit all of us, if that's alright." Errant turns and heads in the direction of the table. He brings his right arm hand up to the cigarette at his lips. He takes a final inhale, a rather deep one that reduces a majority of what was left of the cigarette to ash, before he removes it from between his lips. Taking the bud in between his thumb and middle finger, he flicks it into a garbage container as he passes. As the half breed arrives at the table, he sits down and brings his arms upward, hooking the fingers together. Errant pushes his arms upward and stretches; at the same time, he releases a long yawn, tension escaping the teenagers body. "Damn, that was nice...."
He looks down at the table as food begins to arrive, plates of all sorts of breakfast things, you know; bacon, pancakes, waffles, fruits, juices, all that good stuff. Other plates and utensils are piled up at the various table. Errant begins to stack his plate with eggs, bacon, apples and strawberries, and the half elf pours a cup of orange juice for himself. With a nod, he waits for his friends to sit. "Manners." He reminds himself, setting his napkin onto his lap.
((I don't mean to step out of line, but I see no reason to wait for a mod to say "Food is served" with everyone knowing it's going to happen. Hopefully that'll suffice for everyone.))
(( So, the whole one to two post thing for classes... Is that a rule we have to follow, or a suggestion? If it is a rule, I'll brb whenever class ends ))
((I think it's a minimum but of course you shouldn't hang around if the rest are moving on))
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((It was an intended rule to avoid having people wait on the other class. Since the day class is waiting on the night class anyway, you can break it.))
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(( Cool, I thought it would be something like that. ))
Kylar had tried paying attention to whatever the teacher was talking about, narative devices or something, he really did. However, this teacher's voice was so tiring, he had to struggle to stay awake, let alone pay attention to something or another. He stifled a yawn and slowly drifted of to sleep...And then his head whipped up. He was doing this weird head bob thing for awhile, where he fell asleep for like two seconds then had to whip his head up to avoid smacking into the desk. It wasn't fun
He decided to make up a game to pass the time. Whenever the teacher said a word starting with A, he would think of another word starting with A. It wasn't very challenging normally, but when you actually were thinking about it, and drowsy, it wasn't too bad. Problem with that stragegy was once he really got into it he wasn't drowsy, and as such it wasn't very taxing anymore. He comtemplated going back to his shadow tournaments, but figured getting hit in the head once was enough. Sighing, he focused on the teacher once more, trying to find anything worth the time. It's the first time in this class, how many things can she possibly think to talk about.
Lugaid entered the cafeteria. It was large, with many tables and benches. Mostly Night students were there. Errant pointed out a table for them, before he sat down and began eating. Lugaid joined him. The food there was very different from what he normally had. He recognized some of the fruits and berries that the elves gathered, and took only those, eating each one at a time.
Once Adam and Sylvia had sat down, Lugaid spoke. "So Sylvia," He said. "I am Lugaid." He paused to let it sink it. "See, i have magic, and i didnt know if i'd be running into any day students here. See, they dont know about, us" He referenced to the whole cafeteria, "and i dont want to be the one to break it to them. I can show you some magic once we get back to the dorm if you'd like."
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Adam walked into the cafeteria shortly after Lugaid. The scent of the food was much stronger now, and it all smelt very appetising. Adam's mouth began to water slightly. He subconsciously followed his friends, looking at the tables of food on the way. There was a good selection of breakfast goods, ranging from fruit to bacon to pancakes and pastries. It reminded Adam of a buffet, in fact it did seem like a buffet. Adam was so absorbed with the task of trying to decide what he was going to eat that he barely noticed that Errant had chosen a table and him and Lugaid had sat down. Adam had almost walked right past his friends before he realised. He stopped and quickly took a seat next to Lugaid.
Adam noticed his friends beginning to put food on their plates, Errant choosing a selection of cooked food with some apples and strawberries and Lugaid taking a selection of fruit from the food on the table in front of them. Adam surveyed the food again, disregarding any decision that he had made before he sat down. It took a few moments before Adam spotted a piece of food that caused him to instantly make a desicion. Within seconds a flakey pastry filled with some variety of jam was in his claw-like fingers. Adam always had a bit of a sweet tooth. He overheard Lugaid explain his situation to Sylvia, telling her about his magic. In all honesty Adam was a little jealous of Lugaid's magical affinity as he didn't know any magic himself. But any envy he felt he kept to himself as sweet pastry entered his mouth.
"This is quite a selection isn't it?" Adam commented, referring to the food.
Adam was happy, not only from the breakfast in front of him but for the fact that he had friends once more. So far his wishes for this new school have been coming true. He didn't have to hide his lycanthropy, at least not from the night students. This naturally lead to friends, something which Adam's life had been lacking in the past few years. He smiled, not bothering to hide his teeth now as there were only night class students here as far as he could tell and besides it was hard to hide your teeth and eat at the same time.
As Lugaid continued eating, he overheard Adam noting the amount of items to eat. Lugaid gave a hesitant sigh. "True," He began. "but im not familiar with much of this. In the Draconian village, i always had meats with spices, and occasionally plain bread. In the Elven colony, it was fruits and vegetables. I dont know what half the things here are called."
Lugaid continued with his berries, refilling his plate when he ran out. "So, what was your past like, Sylvia?" Lugaid asked. She was the only one Lugaid didnt know about. He would be mostly indifferent to any abilities she may have had, he was just curious. Awaiting her answer, Lugaid began rolling a blueberry between his thumb and forefinger.
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As Lugaid continued eating, he overheard Adam noting the amount of items to eat. Lugaid gave a hesitant sigh. "True," He began. "but im not familiar with much of this. In the Draconian village, i always had meats with spices, and occasionally plain bread. In the Elven colony, it was fruits and vegetables. I dont know what half the things here are called."
Lugaid continued with his berries, refilling his plate when he ran out. "So, what was your past like, Sylvia?" Lugaid asked. She was the only one Lugaid didnt know about. He would be mostly indifferent to any abilities she may have had, he was just curious. Awaiting her answer, Lugaid began rolling a blueberry between his thumb and forefinger.
((Please don't redirect without asking me first, it's impolite.))
((Speaking of *cough cough* I'm sick.
Seriously though, I'm ending breakfast tomorrow, so keep it rolling guys. Don't wanna push, but I can't keep the day students waiting.))
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"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
The hall was astonishingly big, perhaps even bigger than the one Sylvia had been in to the previous day. The entire school complex was gargantuan, that was more or less obvious, but it definetely wouldn't give off the looks of such a place behind the solid stone walls. The hall itself roofed long tables made of wood, and each one of those tables was accompanied by matching in pattern, shape and colour benches. In front of the what seemed to be endless amount of table rows was a stage, a square area that was elevated a few feet above the main level of the floor. On top of each and every table laid circular platters stuffed with food - plenty of delicious food. Drinks and refreshments sided with the main menu. Either the students of the morning classes had a pretty small appetite, or dedicated school staff have been refilling those platters with more food regularly. Which seemed to be a much more appealing option, since it translated into more food to eat.
Sylvia took a seat, on the other side of the table so that she could be able to see the three of her companions eye to eye. And it was then, much to her surprise, that the kid Sylvia couldn't recall claimed to be Lugaid. What kind of shapeshifting magic has been used to give him such a different appearance? A dragon made human. Heh, I'm more than sure that we probably have students here that are just that, in terms of race. Sylvia thought. The magic that boy was using though, it was much more sophisticated than what could Sylvia comprehend. She would definetely ask him more information about that, once they had gotten back to the dorms, since Lugaid didn't seem to be very willing to talk about it inside the hall. Looks like the common room is really gonna turn into the ground zero of all new knowledge. She said to herself, inside her mind.
"You really don't have to hide your appearance, Lugaid." Sylvia said. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff around the dorms these couple of days." She commented, shrugging her shoulders. "I bumped into a green girl yesterday while I was out searching for my room, before I got to the common room. Boy, wasn't she scary." She exclaimed. "This might sound a bit racistic, I know, but well... I mean, it did happen..." She took a break to fill the plate in front of her with some fresh fruit, spherical and black, that looked just as exotic as they looked tasty, shrugging as she recalled the looks of that girl. She did have some very nice characteristics, which would definetely stand out hadn't it been for the colour of her skin. There was nothing more about that to think of though.
As Sylvia chugged down a nice big cup of orange juice, sating her hunger which has been around for more than twenty four hours, she turned her head a few degrees on the other side just in time to make eye contact with Adam. He had started eating breakfast himself, glugging down content like crazy. They all were a hungry bunch. Sylvia smirked, as she saw through what Adam had been hiding behind a scarf during their walk to the hall. Pointy teeth. "Say, Adam." She initiated. "Tell me more about your condition." The question was put in a blunt manner. Though, they were all here for a reason, therefore Adam could be talkative about his quirks without having to worry about the reception he would receive in return. "I know that Lugaid has something to do with dragons, as I also know that Errant can play with smoke. He's got pointy ears, too." Sylvia voiced. "And I think that my eyes caught on a few sharp teeth of yours."
Diplomacy was not a task that she was good at handling efficiently. But none of them had really any reason not to talk about the reason they were here. A bunch of weirdos they all were, after all - and Sylvia knew that perhaps, she was not the biggest, unlikely to what she had thought about herself when she first read the letter from the principal.
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((Sorry, GG. And Mafia, i do believe that Lugaid asked Sylvia something. If you could just put that in somewhere before you ask Adam about his thing.))
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(( Right. Sorry 'bout that, Scarf, I'll just insert a new IC post here. ))
Sylvia snapped out of her train of thoughts as a new question, this time coming from Lugaid, was directed towards her. "My past?" She asked. It was only but expected, after all the others had went through explaining their own stories of their past back in the common room, on the previous night. But Sylvia's one was long - she would probably need some time to go through the entire story. After a painfull lot of thinking, and a couple of seconds spent in silence, Sylvia finally replied: "It's not really that interesting." The answer was uneasing her. But she needed a much more cozy environment if she would ever want to tell them about her past. "Perhaps it is a story for another moment, maybe a more fireplace appropriate moment." Winking at Lugaid, she said. "Let's go through that story once we hit some hot chocolate back in our common room. We should go there, that is, as soon as we are done with breakfast." The students of the morning classes would probably be busy 'till later on that day, which meant that they had a whole nice eight hours or more to spend doing other stuff before the night classes started.
((Sorry Mafia, but Adam never actually put on the scarf and he isn't gulping down masses of food either))
Adam listened to Lugaid as he mentioned what kind of food he had available during his life. While living with other Draconians, Lugaid has access to meat flavoured with various spices. While at the Elven village, he had the opposite, varying fruits to eat. It was another thing that had been changed by Lugaid running away from his home and finding a new, better one. Adam's friend's life was interesting, though he did feel sympathy for him for all bad experiences that he had gone through as well.
Lugaid had also asked Sylvia about her past. But before that she commented on Lugaid's use of magic. She said that he didn't need to hide his appearance. While that was true here, with the other night class students, there was the problem of the day class students who were humans and probably not aware of the supernatural world like Adam used to be. Sylvia mentioned that she had met a green girl yesterday and mentioned that she wasn't scary. Judging by Sylvia's comments, Adam thought that she probably would not react that badly to learning of his lycanthropy. This did make Adam happy, he didn't have to hide what he was around these people.
Sylvia had taken a few seconds before answering Lugaid's question about her past. She claimed that it was not that interesting, and said that it was a story more suited to being told by the fireplace. Adam couldn't help but feel curious about this, she said that they could go through her story with some hot chocolate in the common room. She also said that they should go there after breakfast.
Then came a question for Adam, originating from Sylvia. She asked about his condition bluntly, mentioning the characteristics of Lugaid and Errant before noting Adam's pointed teeth. Had she asked this yesterday, Adam would have tried to dodge the question, probably with minimal success. But now, Adam thought that people didn't react that badly to learning about his lycanthropy. So he decided to tell her.
"I am a lycanthrope" Adam answered about as bluntly as hoe the question was asked, "I became one about three years ago."
Tyrrum walked into the main hall, hoping he wasn't late. There seemed to be enough food still. Tyrrum however didn't know what half of the food was, he sat down next to a kid with blue hair (Azarius) and grabbed a plate of pancakes and a biscuit along with fruit and some jelly. "Good Morning" Tyrrum said, striking casual conversation.
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((I honestly dont know what to think about this app, I'm going to have to discuss it with the other mods privately))
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Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
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As his three companions spoke, Errant ate his breakfast. He was relatively silent due to the fact he was eating to refill all that energy he wasted doing literally nothing of importance. After some time, Sylvia brought him up, along with his abilities and his ears. Looking up at her, he couldn't help but frown. Raising a hand to the side of his head, he gently slides the hair back behind his ears to reveal that they are not pointed, but slightly tipped. After doing so, he finishes his strawberries and takes another long sip of orange juice. Once he finishes his breakfast, the half elf grabs his napkin and begins to wipe his face and hands down, thoroughly cleaning himself of the breakfast.
"My ears have a slight tip to them, as a half breed, I do not have the conventional pointed look, as my kin do." Errant brings his hair back down to cover his ears and he clears his throat. "And I wouldn't really call it playing with smoke, it's more a.... manipulation, sort of thing. As the ability to fill a person to the point of bursting wouldn't really be playing with smoke. But I suppose in a twisted way, it could be." The half breed shrugs and slips his hand into his bag, grabbing at his cigarettes and lighter once more. He sets his cigarettes onto the table before him and begins to play with his lighter, flicking it open and then closed, over and over. He looks over to Lugaid as well. "You know, I am aware all you guys did the whole, past stories, bonding thing... but not everyone is comfortable with their past. Miss Sylvia here may be one of those people; should probably think on these sorts of things before asking, my friend." He stands up and gently pats his friend's shoulder while also grabbing his cigarettes from the table and he then puts them into his pocket. He steps away from the table and looks towards the exit. "I'm done, so I'm gonna head back to the dorms. I want to check out the common room, since I didn't really have time yesterday. Thanks for hanging out guys, it was nice. Anyone want to join, or you guys still eating?"
Errant sticks a hand into his pocket and then removes it, a cigarette coming with. He brings it up to his lips and places it within. He then raises his lighter and ignites that bad boy, lighting the cigarette. The half elf takes a satisfying drag of the cigarette before looking back to his friends, waiting for some form of answer.
((as of right now I'm going to say no geo, while the rest of your app is fine (well maybe not the changing into other people), the biography is not. I dont quite understand how you can be friendly and bubbly if you were raised by WOLVES, heck, she never learned how to talk. The second thing being that this is a private school, you cant just walk in, you have to be invited.))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
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((Seconded. To expand on what Krazaz said, your bio says you were left in the forests near the school, which have been stated as having deadly creatures in them which would have eaten you alive within seconds.
Also, you described her as having superb social skills, despite never having left the forest and never communicating with any other humans.
Finally yo described your father as having just dumped you in the woods when he saw wolves. So, he carried his daughter into the woods, at night, on his way back from work, and then just dropped his child and ran?))
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((Haven't though about it yet. Won't be for a long while yet anyway, Day class is only on their first.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
((^this, I mean come on I'm stuck in the future and can't post ))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
Errant zoned out for a few seconds, missing most of the conversation after whatever Sylvia had said, but eventually the group nears the cafeteria and it comes into sight. For the most part, only Night Class students were in sight. He enters into the cafeteria, looking around for an area to sit. Eventually, his gaze stops on that of a table fit for four and he extends his arm, pointing towards it for the sake of his friends.
"That'll sit all of us, if that's alright." Errant turns and heads in the direction of the table. He brings his right arm hand up to the cigarette at his lips. He takes a final inhale, a rather deep one that reduces a majority of what was left of the cigarette to ash, before he removes it from between his lips. Taking the bud in between his thumb and middle finger, he flicks it into a garbage container as he passes. As the half breed arrives at the table, he sits down and brings his arms upward, hooking the fingers together. Errant pushes his arms upward and stretches; at the same time, he releases a long yawn, tension escaping the teenagers body. "Damn, that was nice...."
He looks down at the table as food begins to arrive, plates of all sorts of breakfast things, you know; bacon, pancakes, waffles, fruits, juices, all that good stuff. Other plates and utensils are piled up at the various table. Errant begins to stack his plate with eggs, bacon, apples and strawberries, and the half elf pours a cup of orange juice for himself. With a nod, he waits for his friends to sit. "Manners." He reminds himself, setting his napkin onto his lap.
((I don't mean to step out of line, but I see no reason to wait for a mod to say "Food is served" with everyone knowing it's going to happen. Hopefully that'll suffice for everyone.))
(( So, the whole one to two post thing for classes... Is that a rule we have to follow, or a suggestion? If it is a rule, I'll brb whenever class ends ))
((I think it's a minimum but of course you shouldn't hang around if the rest are moving on))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((It was an intended rule to avoid having people wait on the other class. Since the day class is waiting on the night class anyway, you can break it.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
(( Cool, I thought it would be something like that. ))
Kylar had tried paying attention to whatever the teacher was talking about, narative devices or something, he really did. However, this teacher's voice was so tiring, he had to struggle to stay awake, let alone pay attention to something or another. He stifled a yawn and slowly drifted of to sleep...And then his head whipped up. He was doing this weird head bob thing for awhile, where he fell asleep for like two seconds then had to whip his head up to avoid smacking into the desk. It wasn't fun
He decided to make up a game to pass the time. Whenever the teacher said a word starting with A, he would think of another word starting with A. It wasn't very challenging normally, but when you actually were thinking about it, and drowsy, it wasn't too bad. Problem with that stragegy was once he really got into it he wasn't drowsy, and as such it wasn't very taxing anymore. He comtemplated going back to his shadow tournaments, but figured getting hit in the head once was enough. Sighing, he focused on the teacher once more, trying to find anything worth the time. It's the first time in this class, how many things can she possibly think to talk about.
Lugaid entered the cafeteria. It was large, with many tables and benches. Mostly Night students were there. Errant pointed out a table for them, before he sat down and began eating. Lugaid joined him. The food there was very different from what he normally had. He recognized some of the fruits and berries that the elves gathered, and took only those, eating each one at a time.
Once Adam and Sylvia had sat down, Lugaid spoke. "So Sylvia," He said. "I am Lugaid." He paused to let it sink it. "See, i have magic, and i didnt know if i'd be running into any day students here. See, they dont know about, us" He referenced to the whole cafeteria, "and i dont want to be the one to break it to them. I can show you some magic once we get back to the dorm if you'd like."
Adam walked into the cafeteria shortly after Lugaid. The scent of the food was much stronger now, and it all smelt very appetising. Adam's mouth began to water slightly. He subconsciously followed his friends, looking at the tables of food on the way. There was a good selection of breakfast goods, ranging from fruit to bacon to pancakes and pastries. It reminded Adam of a buffet, in fact it did seem like a buffet. Adam was so absorbed with the task of trying to decide what he was going to eat that he barely noticed that Errant had chosen a table and him and Lugaid had sat down. Adam had almost walked right past his friends before he realised. He stopped and quickly took a seat next to Lugaid.
Adam noticed his friends beginning to put food on their plates, Errant choosing a selection of cooked food with some apples and strawberries and Lugaid taking a selection of fruit from the food on the table in front of them. Adam surveyed the food again, disregarding any decision that he had made before he sat down. It took a few moments before Adam spotted a piece of food that caused him to instantly make a desicion. Within seconds a flakey pastry filled with some variety of jam was in his claw-like fingers. Adam always had a bit of a sweet tooth. He overheard Lugaid explain his situation to Sylvia, telling her about his magic. In all honesty Adam was a little jealous of Lugaid's magical affinity as he didn't know any magic himself. But any envy he felt he kept to himself as sweet pastry entered his mouth.
"This is quite a selection isn't it?" Adam commented, referring to the food.
Adam was happy, not only from the breakfast in front of him but for the fact that he had friends once more. So far his wishes for this new school have been coming true. He didn't have to hide his lycanthropy, at least not from the night students. This naturally lead to friends, something which Adam's life had been lacking in the past few years. He smiled, not bothering to hide his teeth now as there were only night class students here as far as he could tell and besides it was hard to hide your teeth and eat at the same time.
As Lugaid continued eating, he overheard Adam noting the amount of items to eat. Lugaid gave a hesitant sigh. "True," He began. "but im not familiar with much of this. In the Draconian village, i always had meats with spices, and occasionally plain bread. In the Elven colony, it was fruits and vegetables. I dont know what half the things here are called."
((*cough*
*cough*))
Lugaid continued with his berries, refilling his plate when he ran out. "So, what was your past like, Sylvia?" Lugaid asked. She was the only one Lugaid didnt know about. He would be mostly indifferent to any abilities she may have had, he was just curious. Awaiting her answer, Lugaid began rolling a blueberry between his thumb and forefinger.
((Please don't redirect without asking me first, it's impolite.))
((Speaking of *cough cough* I'm sick.
Seriously though, I'm ending breakfast tomorrow, so keep it rolling guys. Don't wanna push, but I can't keep the day students waiting.))
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis
The hall was astonishingly big, perhaps even bigger than the one Sylvia had been in to the previous day. The entire school complex was gargantuan, that was more or less obvious, but it definetely wouldn't give off the looks of such a place behind the solid stone walls. The hall itself roofed long tables made of wood, and each one of those tables was accompanied by matching in pattern, shape and colour benches. In front of the what seemed to be endless amount of table rows was a stage, a square area that was elevated a few feet above the main level of the floor. On top of each and every table laid circular platters stuffed with food - plenty of delicious food. Drinks and refreshments sided with the main menu. Either the students of the morning classes had a pretty small appetite, or dedicated school staff have been refilling those platters with more food regularly. Which seemed to be a much more appealing option, since it translated into more food to eat.
Sylvia took a seat, on the other side of the table so that she could be able to see the three of her companions eye to eye. And it was then, much to her surprise, that the kid Sylvia couldn't recall claimed to be Lugaid. What kind of shapeshifting magic has been used to give him such a different appearance? A dragon made human. Heh, I'm more than sure that we probably have students here that are just that, in terms of race. Sylvia thought. The magic that boy was using though, it was much more sophisticated than what could Sylvia comprehend. She would definetely ask him more information about that, once they had gotten back to the dorms, since Lugaid didn't seem to be very willing to talk about it inside the hall. Looks like the common room is really gonna turn into the ground zero of all new knowledge. She said to herself, inside her mind.
"You really don't have to hide your appearance, Lugaid." Sylvia said. "I've seen a lot of weird stuff around the dorms these couple of days." She commented, shrugging her shoulders. "I bumped into a green girl yesterday while I was out searching for my room, before I got to the common room. Boy, wasn't she scary." She exclaimed. "This might sound a bit racistic, I know, but well... I mean, it did happen..." She took a break to fill the plate in front of her with some fresh fruit, spherical and black, that looked just as exotic as they looked tasty, shrugging as she recalled the looks of that girl. She did have some very nice characteristics, which would definetely stand out hadn't it been for the colour of her skin. There was nothing more about that to think of though.
As Sylvia chugged down a nice big cup of orange juice, sating her hunger which has been around for more than twenty four hours, she turned her head a few degrees on the other side just in time to make eye contact with Adam. He had started eating breakfast himself, glugging down content like crazy. They all were a hungry bunch. Sylvia smirked, as she saw through what Adam had been hiding behind a scarf during their walk to the hall. Pointy teeth. "Say, Adam." She initiated. "Tell me more about your condition." The question was put in a blunt manner. Though, they were all here for a reason, therefore Adam could be talkative about his quirks without having to worry about the reception he would receive in return. "I know that Lugaid has something to do with dragons, as I also know that Errant can play with smoke. He's got pointy ears, too." Sylvia voiced. "And I think that my eyes caught on a few sharp teeth of yours."
Diplomacy was not a task that she was good at handling efficiently. But none of them had really any reason not to talk about the reason they were here. A bunch of weirdos they all were, after all - and Sylvia knew that perhaps, she was not the biggest, unlikely to what she had thought about herself when she first read the letter from the principal.
((Sorry, GG. And Mafia, i do believe that Lugaid asked Sylvia something. If you could just put that in somewhere before you ask Adam about his thing.))
(( Right. Sorry 'bout that, Scarf, I'll just insert a new IC post here. ))
Sylvia snapped out of her train of thoughts as a new question, this time coming from Lugaid, was directed towards her. "My past?" She asked. It was only but expected, after all the others had went through explaining their own stories of their past back in the common room, on the previous night. But Sylvia's one was long - she would probably need some time to go through the entire story. After a painfull lot of thinking, and a couple of seconds spent in silence, Sylvia finally replied: "It's not really that interesting." The answer was uneasing her. But she needed a much more cozy environment if she would ever want to tell them about her past. "Perhaps it is a story for another moment, maybe a more fireplace appropriate moment." Winking at Lugaid, she said. "Let's go through that story once we hit some hot chocolate back in our common room. We should go there, that is, as soon as we are done with breakfast." The students of the morning classes would probably be busy 'till later on that day, which meant that they had a whole nice eight hours or more to spend doing other stuff before the night classes started.
((Sorry Mafia, but Adam never actually put on the scarf and he isn't gulping down masses of food either))
Adam listened to Lugaid as he mentioned what kind of food he had available during his life. While living with other Draconians, Lugaid has access to meat flavoured with various spices. While at the Elven village, he had the opposite, varying fruits to eat. It was another thing that had been changed by Lugaid running away from his home and finding a new, better one. Adam's friend's life was interesting, though he did feel sympathy for him for all bad experiences that he had gone through as well.
Lugaid had also asked Sylvia about her past. But before that she commented on Lugaid's use of magic. She said that he didn't need to hide his appearance. While that was true here, with the other night class students, there was the problem of the day class students who were humans and probably not aware of the supernatural world like Adam used to be. Sylvia mentioned that she had met a green girl yesterday and mentioned that she wasn't scary. Judging by Sylvia's comments, Adam thought that she probably would not react that badly to learning of his lycanthropy. This did make Adam happy, he didn't have to hide what he was around these people.
Sylvia had taken a few seconds before answering Lugaid's question about her past. She claimed that it was not that interesting, and said that it was a story more suited to being told by the fireplace. Adam couldn't help but feel curious about this, she said that they could go through her story with some hot chocolate in the common room. She also said that they should go there after breakfast.
Then came a question for Adam, originating from Sylvia. She asked about his condition bluntly, mentioning the characteristics of Lugaid and Errant before noting Adam's pointed teeth. Had she asked this yesterday, Adam would have tried to dodge the question, probably with minimal success. But now, Adam thought that people didn't react that badly to learning about his lycanthropy. So he decided to tell her.
"I am a lycanthrope" Adam answered about as bluntly as hoe the question was asked, "I became one about three years ago."
Tyrrum walked into the main hall, hoping he wasn't late. There seemed to be enough food still. Tyrrum however didn't know what half of the food was, he sat down next to a kid with blue hair (Azarius) and grabbed a plate of pancakes and a biscuit along with fruit and some jelly. "Good Morning" Tyrrum said, striking casual conversation.
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((I honestly dont know what to think about this app, I'm going to have to discuss it with the other mods privately))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
As his three companions spoke, Errant ate his breakfast. He was relatively silent due to the fact he was eating to refill all that energy he wasted doing literally nothing of importance. After some time, Sylvia brought him up, along with his abilities and his ears. Looking up at her, he couldn't help but frown. Raising a hand to the side of his head, he gently slides the hair back behind his ears to reveal that they are not pointed, but slightly tipped. After doing so, he finishes his strawberries and takes another long sip of orange juice. Once he finishes his breakfast, the half elf grabs his napkin and begins to wipe his face and hands down, thoroughly cleaning himself of the breakfast.
"My ears have a slight tip to them, as a half breed, I do not have the conventional pointed look, as my kin do." Errant brings his hair back down to cover his ears and he clears his throat. "And I wouldn't really call it playing with smoke, it's more a.... manipulation, sort of thing. As the ability to fill a person to the point of bursting wouldn't really be playing with smoke. But I suppose in a twisted way, it could be." The half breed shrugs and slips his hand into his bag, grabbing at his cigarettes and lighter once more. He sets his cigarettes onto the table before him and begins to play with his lighter, flicking it open and then closed, over and over. He looks over to Lugaid as well. "You know, I am aware all you guys did the whole, past stories, bonding thing... but not everyone is comfortable with their past. Miss Sylvia here may be one of those people; should probably think on these sorts of things before asking, my friend." He stands up and gently pats his friend's shoulder while also grabbing his cigarettes from the table and he then puts them into his pocket. He steps away from the table and looks towards the exit. "I'm done, so I'm gonna head back to the dorms. I want to check out the common room, since I didn't really have time yesterday. Thanks for hanging out guys, it was nice. Anyone want to join, or you guys still eating?"
Errant sticks a hand into his pocket and then removes it, a cigarette coming with. He brings it up to his lips and places it within. He then raises his lighter and ignites that bad boy, lighting the cigarette. The half elf takes a satisfying drag of the cigarette before looking back to his friends, waiting for some form of answer.
((as of right now I'm going to say no geo, while the rest of your app is fine (well maybe not the changing into other people), the biography is not. I dont quite understand how you can be friendly and bubbly if you were raised by WOLVES, heck, she never learned how to talk. The second thing being that this is a private school, you cant just walk in, you have to be invited.))
Arguments happen, they just do, you can't stop it, no matter how much power you have, even if it takes years to settle, when it does, everyone is stronger for it. Rivalries can be made into friendships if you let them.
Some ideas are meant to be made into reality, but most need to be burned at the stake.
Hating the things you love
((Seconded. To expand on what Krazaz said, your bio says you were left in the forests near the school, which have been stated as having deadly creatures in them which would have eaten you alive within seconds.
Also, you described her as having superb social skills, despite never having left the forest and never communicating with any other humans.
Finally yo described your father as having just dumped you in the woods when he saw wolves. So, he carried his daughter into the woods, at night, on his way back from work, and then just dropped his child and ran?))
9:45
English has ended, it is now recess.
"The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury." - Marcus Aurelis