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Mythril Subound
Mythril rested Altimeus across the nape of her neck and onto her left shoulder, staring lazily out her dorm room window. In her excitement she had prompted her parents to let her go to the academy a couple of days early, but those two days of only meeting past students and a couple of her teachers had left her bored, waiting for the students who would be ranked with herself to arrive was terribly boring. She stared out towards the large stone gates framing this end of the bridge, it was rather tattered but she supposed that if you couldn’t cross the bridge you probably shouldn’t hope to become a hunter. Mythril stepped down from the window and began dragging Atimeus towards the door, the flat of his blade turning the carpet as she went. “Come on, we have to go see what people are doing.~” Altimeus let out a low monotonous grunt, not really wanting to go anywhere but at the same time wanting to size up ‘the competition’.

“Be a good swordy or else i’ll drag your face through the dirt for a couple of laps.” Mythril smirked as she lifted Altimeus onto her shoulder once again after they had passed through the doorway into the first corridor heading out of her dorm. “I wonder what kind of people are becoming hunters these days.~” “Probably worthless trash, with their inferior quality blades and their holywater pistols, claiming that they will be the best hunters like no one ever was.” Just then a lamp shattered, falling off a small square table conveniently positioned in the corridor in response to this Mythril went back to dragging Altimeus across the carpet as she neared the exit into the dorm foyer area.

Mythril stopped just in front of the archway leading into the foyer to look around, most of the students here were much older than herself, readying their weapons and gear for the new year, things were lively but Mythril was still intent on meeting some of the newer students that would be in her classes. “Come on, hurry up.” Mythril picked up Altimeus and headed for the clear doors exiting into the main hallway, accidentally dragging her sword through the decorative fountain that stood centered in the dorm foyer. “Whoops, so-orry~” Mythril smiled as she continued to take her sword through the corridor, passing hunters organising their stash of weapons within their lockers.

“I should probably find out which locker is mine…” “Why? So you can lock me in it while you go do all the fun stuff? How about no.” Mythril shrugged, it’s not like she’d leave Altimeus behind, he was too useful, but it was always a thought. “Oh well, nearly there.” Mythril stopped once more and perched Altimeus against a wall, reading a notice on the library doors, a notice that she had seen posted in numerous places around the school but had yet to read. “Ah, it looks like all first year hunters along with the other E ranks are to meet in class 1A around lunchtime.” Mythril smiled, she had been eager to see what it is hunter training entailed.

“Well, come on, let’s go.” Mythril picked up Altimeus once more and headed out the front of reception and into the garden area that lined the front of the academy. Mythril looked around, the garden was somewhat peaceful, just the sounds of hunters enjoying early snacks, chatting away without any care or maybe even sharpening blades under the shade of a nearby tree. "I think i am going to enjoy it here." Mythril quipped specifically towards her sword. "It's quite nice don't you agree." Altimeus was too busy looking at all that dirt and those rocks that he could possibly be dragged across if he made one wrong remark. "Uh yeah... nice."

"Well, I guess we just wait for people to show, then again, i could always go wait in the classroom, but that sounds boring." She slunk down against a smooth tree and rested Swordy on a thick patch of grass. Looking towards the bridge she began to wonder why there was even a garden here, it was the last thing she had expected to be on the other side of the bridge. "I wonder if they sell ice-creams in the town over there." She yawned before fixating her eyes towards the bridge and the two hunters that sat guard on this side, she hadn't slept much the previous night.

Aiden stood in front of the main building with a piece of paper in one hand and his bag slung over his shoulder, being supported by his other hand. He looked down at the piece of paper and then looked back up. He turned back and looked at the garden like a confused, lost child. Am I sure I can do this? he thought to himself. I never wanted this in the first place... He let out a sigh and turned back to the building, putting the piece of paper in his pocket. He adjusted the headphones hanging around his neck. Well... I came all the way here, there's no backing out now. Just as he took a step, two older students brushed past him, walking into the building, laughing and talking. He shot a glare at them once they were out of sight. I'm definitely going to hate this...

Entering the building, Aiden frantically looked right and left. He tried to figure out what to do, where he was supposed to go. He pulled out the piece of paper again. He started skimming through it, mumbling what he read. He grunted, sounding annoyed, and rolled the piece of paper up into a ball. He stuffed it into his pocket and decided to go to the reception. He had started to walk over to the desk when a notice caught his eye. E ranks and first years meet at 1A at lunchtime... I still have enough time to get some rest outside... He went out the way he came in. He started walking around. Remember what dad said... Meet people... A grim expression appeared on his face. That means I'll have to talk to people I don't know... He grunted and looked around, trying to find someone as lost as he was.

Chayse
The man was walking confidently and casually towards the seemingly dilapidated bridge, his gloved hand in one pocket while he held a small and old book in the other one. He was wearing the usual things that he would wear, except that he had taken off his helmet, as it wasn't needed at the moment. A dark furred wolf, known as Beo, was walking behind him. He took a quick glance off the book, looking up and noticing that he was at the place. Putting his book back in his pocket, he simply crossed the bridge, whistling as he took a look around the places he went by. As Chayse entered the place, he had noticed that there was a garden here. Hunters were sitting around, eating food, examining their weapons, or even talking to one another. He just stood there for a while, admiring the greenery of the area and such before turning back.

Beo panted as he followed behind his partner, looking around eagerly and wanting to eat something. Chayse noticed this and simply patted him on the head, gesturing that food would come soon. Once he had reached the reception, he just stood there and looked around, now not whispering anymore. He leaned on the desk for a while, before seeing a notice which caught his eye. He read it to himself mentally, while the wolf simply sat on the ground, examining everyone who walked by as he had nothing else to do. "Apparently, newcomers are to meet in the class 1A after lunchtime."

With this information, Chayse looked around for a map of some sort, to at least tell him about where to go, when he noticed one on the wall as well. The man quickly examined it, memorising it easily, just as he did with other books he had read in the past. Smiling, he turned and patted the wolf on the back. "Come on, let's head to the garden. Maybe we can find some other newcomers.". Beo nodded and followed behind him, still panting eagerly with his tongue out. The both of them decided to find a tree to sit next to, mostly because of the shade. They chose one with an average height, leaning to the left a little bit as they sat down next to it.

Chayse leaned on the tree and placed his backpack next to him, just enjoying a rest for a while before opening up the bag and taking up a wooden container of sorts, seemingly made of Oak Wood. Opening it up, he grabbed some meat up and passed it to Beo, who immediately bit it and shook the food all around, before getting to rip a piece off. As the wolf chewed vigorously with it's fangs, the warrior simply took another container out and grabbed a sandwich out, starting to eat as he continued to look around the area, seeing whether there was anyone of interest around or to interact with. 'Maybe there would be somebody I could prank too...', smiling a bit as that thought rang in his mind.

Rokudo arrived at the academy main building, looking left and right so he wouldn't bump into someone and get himself into troubles as well as sudden conversation. He make his way to the Reception without getting caught, he slowly approach the staff and ask about classroom and what does he need to do next, the staff point at one of the poster sticking around the school, "oh.. Alright... Than..ks" he then take a look at the poster ' The first year hunters and the other E ranks are to meet at class 1A around lunchtime ' Rokudo nod to himself slowly and walk out of the main building. After a couple of little tour around the area, Rokudo end up standing quietly in one of the corner near the main building "?... the meeting starts at lunch.. Hmm I have some times to kill" Rokudo look at the number of student nearby, "there sure is a lot of people here.." He cover his mouth under his warm scarf and keeping looking at the area without staring at something on particular. Then a thought came to his mind "hmm.. Maybe I should find some sword-user around here, some of these students might possesses a rare one.. but maybe later.. I don't feel comfortable leaving this corner just yet" he smiles a little and lean back against the wall while continue to watch the area and the people nearby.

Adam stood on the bridge, marvelling at the architecture of the school. He glanced down at his pocket watch. "I'm going to be late!" He exclaimed. He immediately picked up his bag and his lantern and ran into the reception.

"Where do the new students go?" he panted.

"Go wait in the garden with the rest until lunch" said a rather surly receptionist.

"Thanks" Adam said as he walked towards the garden relieved that he made it on time. He looked around at the other students chatting, eating and whatever else they did. He didn't pay much attention. Adam just sat down on a rock an checked the time for the fifth time that day. I'm finally going to save lives, he thought.

His mind wandered to what life at the school would be like. He wondered who his classmates would be, what classes he would take. It was all a very exciting experience.

As Mark crossed the rickety worn bridge he stared at his feet ruminating about his decision to give up his old life to become a demon hunter. The friends he had abandoned, his mother at home worried maybe even lamenting the decision of letting her son go into such a dangerous profession. He couldn't deny his father he had been waiting since the day Mark was born for Mark to become a hunter, how bright his father's eyes shone when Mark agreed to join the hunters. As Mark pondered he began to realize some of the skills he had been taught and the archaic items placed around the house and the strange rituals done daily, they must have been to ward off or destroy demons. As Mark's feet had left the rotted wood and stepped onto the hard stone now abruptly surrounded by a garden maybe to give an uncanny feeling of sanctuary? To Mark his the sight of children with weapons was at mutiny with the tranquility of the garden. Mark's throat was dry as he stepped further into the mysteries of his new life.
As he entered the large structure he he began to reminisce and dig mentally attempting to unravel his next action as duress began to take hold and a myriad of thoughts began to flood his mind. How would I make any friends? I knew my former friends since I was a kid. What if I forget my training? What if I'm late? Late? That's it! Mark scurries around the room looking for some kind of information for new hunters. He saw a poster with the class time and room number, and let out a sigh of relief. A1 at lunch okay I can remember that, now what time is it now? Mark began to panic once more as he wanted to remain silent under the impression that he would find friends after the first class.
((oh yes and SOUND THE BATTLE HORN (maybe?)))

Casey
Skipping along happily over the cobblestone, a young person nibbled on a bagel, on their way to their new home. Merrily hopping to a tune playing in her head, she match the beats with each footfall, a rhythmic pattern finding its way in her gait. With no one stopping her, she marched along the bridge, soon finding herself at the gate. Entering the Academy, she was greeted by a sightly garden, nodding in appreciation to the tall trees and sweet smelling flowers. Opting for a short break, she rested a little by a tree, finishing her bagel. Brushing the crumbs off her hoodie, she sprang up, bunny ears comically bouncing as she did so.

Information being the next thing on his priority list, Cas walked towards the reception, flashing a sweet smile and leaning over the desk as he did so. Learning that newcomers such as himself were to assemble in room 1A for their orientation, Cas was duly informed that there was still plenty of time to kill and was free to explore the academy at his leisure. Nodding at this suggestion, Cas exited to the left, walking through a lengthy corridor before finding himself in a spacious courtyard. It pretty much appeared to be a miniature park, with less greenery than the garden, but more decorative items in display.

The sparkling fountain having caught her attention, Casey ran towards it, peeking inside of it, and after a moments hesitation, touched a finger to its surface, submerging its tip. Swishing it around the water, she enjoyed the coolness of the flowing water, remarking that having a few fish within it couldn't hurt. Amusing herself by watching the rainbows formed by the mist falling from the tiny waterfalls, Casey idly hummed an old, familiar tune, eyes closed in reminiscence of the town she grew up in.

Kelsy had been scrolling through her songs to pick a good one when she noticed the tell tale bridge leading to the school ahead. She decided her arrival called for one of her , which she played even if it was only to relieve the quickly rising tension she could feel within herself. She started across the rickety bridge with the song playing rather loudly in her ear, safely making it to the other side.

The school was not entirely what she had been expecting, with a large and almost ominous castle structure standing in place of what her mind had imagined a much more normal, run of the mill school. Then again, she supposed a place that was primed to train demon hunters would'nt exactly look normal.

She walked quietly toward the large building, finding that the size of the place almost reminded her of her spacious home. At least she had that to look forward to, if nothing else. A majority of people were lounging around shaded areas and what she could guess was a garden, either having lunch or chatting with each other as far as she could see. A few were more involved in their weapons, which she mentally noted, even if such a detail wasn't exactly all that important.

She was reminded, however, that it was supposedly lunch time by the multiple articles of food out. She pulled out her phone to double check this, finding her guess to be fairly accurate. Oddly enough, she did not feel hungry, and this decided she would skip out on that meal for the day. She would just make sure she had a nice dinner in order to make up for it.

With the meal issue settled Kelsy walked into the school, finding the inside feeling just as big as the outside. She lightly smiled to herself at that. The place certainly knew how to make her feel right at home, whether intentionally or not. Before she could start asking around about new students, however, a certain poster on the wall caught her attention. She had no need to walk over to it to get a better look, as her exceptional sight from her one eye was more than enough to read the words on the page. Room 1A, then? she silently thought to herself, briefly checking the time on her phone again. She had some time before the scheduled meeting, though whether that was a good thing or not she wasn't entirely sure.

She switched the song to while she was at it before heading back out, steering herself toward the gardens. Her eye briefly scanned over the crowd again before she settled in the shade of a tree that she shared with someone and his dog, whom she mostly ignored as she fell into the world of music for what little time she had before the scheduled meeting.

Aiden kept walking around the garden. He would sometimes make for some of the students but he would hesitate and wait until they were inside. He raised his leg backwards as if to kick the ground but stopped. He struggled to kick it down as if someone was holding it up. He sighed and slowly lowered it. He looked around and inspected the people from afar. One of the students had something similar to a claymore with them. He looked down at his knife which was hanging from his belt. I feel small... He sighed and started walking, going back and forth, standing out as the nervous and crazy kid. He stopped and looked around again. He sat down on the ground and put his bag in front of him. He unzipped it and stuffed his headphones in it. He looked into his bag, trying to find something. He heaved a sigh and got up with the bag on his back. I'll just kill some time until lunchtime... I mean, I can make friends later, right? Getting up, he slung the bag over his shoulder and walked towards a tree. He reached it and sat in its shadow. He pulled out a book and a pencil from his bag and started scribbling, looking up once in a while, observing the garden like it was the most interesting thing ever. After a few seconds of observing the garden, he'd turn back to his book as if he hadn't seen anything.

Chayse
He turned to notice a person sit next to the tree as well, before turning back to Beo. Unknowingly, unlike other people around here, Chayse didn't seem to feel any pressure that he was new here at all. Maybe his personality just allowed for that. The wolf was busy gnawing on a bone, licking the thing clean. Chayse just took a moment to admire the scenery of the garden, appreciating the view. Sighing, he relaxed for a second with both of his hands behind his head, resting on the tree with his eyes closed. In the meantime, the wolf simply sat next to his partner, looking at the man and just wondering what he was thinking about. Chayse suddenly frowned a bit, thinking to himself quietly with random thoughts.

Man I'm booooored... There's nothing to do... I wish I just had someone to pra-

It was then he smiled back again, smirking mischievously as he had an epiphany. Slowly moving his hand to one of the pouches located in his bag, he calmly opened up one of the compartments, placing his hand inside and wanting to grab some dust before Beo simply growled quietly to him. The wolf had been with Chayse long enough to already know what he wanted to do. The look on the animal's face said it all. Don't screw up on your first day.

With that thought, he closed back the container, realising that playing a prank didn't exactly make a first good impression. Chayse leaned back on the tree, feeling weary because he knew that there was nothing to do currently. He just looked around, eagerly wanting and waiting to do something, anything. His friendly and playful nature didn't allow for boredom though, so he just turned to the teenage girl and spoke to her, wanting to do at least something to keep himself from dying of boredom.

"Hey there, whatcha doing?", he said in a friendly and enthusiastic manner, just wanting something to occupy him, or to even just make a friend, rather than being idle.

The light from outside faintly shone through the small window at the end of the room, giving it a dark shine. However, the few wax candles that had been lit up earlier helped a fair bit to make the blackboards a lot more visible. Honestly, light bulbs were overrated, they were totally unnecessary when putting it into perspective, though it was human nature to want to come up with new genius yet 100% obsolete items to 'help' us in our daily lives. No, wax-candles were by far superior.

However, having been in your own bedroom for over 36 hours without eating tended to make one hungry, so Amaris pulled off the white coat she had been wearing to avoid getting chalk on her clothes and decided to call it a day. It was mid-day, the cafeteria was probably open by now, so she slowly blew out the candles lighting up the room and left it, locking the door after her with the brass key.

The campus was swarming with people, or at least it seemed like it was. Was something happening? She rubbed her eyes lazily and looked around, trying to see someone familiar, though the vast majority of those she saw appeared to be new, or past students in disguise. Or new students that had been past students and also wore disguises... Whoa, a lot of possibilities.

But despite the probability that all the students on campus was past students attending as new students, in disguise naturally, she made her way towards the cafeteria, looking around a little as she walked. A year, huh? Time flies by faster than I appreciate... She thought while studying all the new faces.

Soon enough though, the cafeteria was pretty full compared to how it had been the last year, to be understood seeing all the new (Possibly old) students attending from now on. Of course, the number would probably decrease over the year, not that it mattered much. On the way however, she did notice a note hanging by the cafeteria door saying that E-ranks and first years were to attend in class A-1. Not that she really cared, being un-ranked had its advantages, but she didn't earn much out of not being ranked, so maybe it was worth giving it a shot.

Regardless, it wasn't before lunch, there was still plenty of time. She bought a sandwich with cheese and ham, before leaving the hall, going outside, munching slowly on the white bread.

Aiden dug into his bag again, setting the open book to his side. There was a plain yet skillfully made drawing of the garden on the page that was facing up. He pulled out a pencil case from his bag and opened it. He placed the pencil he was using and pulled out another one that seemed identical to the first one. Damn it... I hate school. He heaved a sigh and adjusted the pencil, keeping it almost parallel to the paper. He swung his wrist back and forth, giving the drawing another dimension. "All done," he exclaimed with glee. He lifted the book up and smiled as he observed his drawing. "That's that. What to do now?"
He looked around again, trying to see someone he could go over to and talk to.

"So this is the famous Crimson Aurora Academy huh? Well it certainly looks impressive. You don't see a castle everyday." Melyssa mused examining the school from the other side of the rotting bridge. "It really is quite a sight but do remember you're here to train not enjoy the view. I'd hate to think of what the higher ups would do to you if you fell behind the others in your class." Melyssa's guardian, Celia, commented causing the girl to shudder a little at the thought. "Well with the training you've given me I won't fall behind that easily. I'll practice no worries." she commented giving the older woman a reassuring grin before hugging her "I'll miss you. Thank you for everything you've done for me." When Melyssa stepped away Celia patted her on the head "I'm sure you'll do well. Have fun and remember to check reception to find out what you need to do." With this the kelpie waved goodbye to her guardian and headed across the bridge to her new home for the next few years.

The girl looked about the garden finding it even more impressive up close. IT was interesting with all the different plants she hadn't seen before. No time for gawking, I need to check the reception area she reminded herself and went to reception. When she arrived she took a brief look around noting the notice about how E ranks were supposed to meet in room 1A around lunch time. She approached the receptionist and talked to them a bit about the school and what to expect, throwing in a bit of small talk as well. At the end of their conversation she got her locker number and wished the receptionist a good day. Well today's going smoothly, oh wait I forgot to ask about getting a dorm key. Oh well I'll ask about it later. The kelpie moved down to where she was told the lockers were, found hers, and put her equipment away keeping only her phone and a few granola bars on her.

She headed back to the garden figuring that everyone seemed to be waiting there so why not join them. She scanned the area searching for possible victims someone to talk to until this introduction thingy starts. Maybe I should just change forms and wait for someone to come to me... No that's a bad idea, someone might try killing me if I did that. So instead she sighed and just found a place to lay under the shade suddenly too lazy to want to approach anyone.

Kelsy quite thoroughly drowned in her music, allowing herself to sink into the beats and rhythms while she gazed off into the gardens. It was something she did quite often at home, and if it weren't for the people there she could probably easily forget that she was away at the Academy. Her fingers silently drummed the tune she was listening to on the side of her leg, a dead giveaway to anyone who was paying attention that she was listening to music.

She probably would've sat there and drowned herself for a while longer if the person she was sitting beside turn, as if to address her. She could'nt exactly hear what he was saying through the headphones, but it was obvious enough that he was trying to say something to her. She pulled her headphones off of her ears, allowing them to rest against her neck as she turned toward the person she had sat next to.

She surveyed the person for a few moments, glancing briefly between him and his dog before responding. "..Hello there." She greeted him, assuming he had said something similar to her when he decided to make conversation.

Vollark walks up to the castle that is Crimson Aurora. "What a nice place." He puts away his sword. "Time to make friends." Vollark walks into the castle and looks around for people. He walks for a little longer and sees a garden and decides to go into it. This is a lovely garden. Although this castle just seems empty. I winder where everyone is. Class, maybe. I'm not sure. Vollark saw a kid standing in the garden with a book. Time to make some friends. "Hey, kid." He says as he walks up to him. (BTW, the kid is Aiden. Just to keep the story moving.)

"Hello, I'm Alex, and I'm new here."
A voice floated from behind him, slowly snapping Cas out of his reverie. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with a young boy, quite obviously a little younger than himself. Smiling serenely, he nodded, replying, "I too am new here. The name's Cas. Nice to meet you." He observed from his body language, that while he had already steeled himself, he was still pretty shy to the idea of making acquaintances. Opting for small talk, Cas shrugged and continued. "Nice place we're in, isn't it? Pretty gloomy look to it, but the flora are alive enough to balance it out." Moving along, Cas glanced back, calling, "Come on, there aren't that many people here. Let's head back to the main garden. There's enough time to kill to check out the other students."

Walking through the corridor once more with Alex in tow, Casey started asking questions. More information couldn't hurt after all, and someone to turn to in the thick of things would be beneficial to both parties. "So, what's your reason for being here? I myself just got sent here by my parents 'cause they were kinda tired of me. Other than that, I'm here for the adventure I guess. Oh, here we are." Finding herself back at the garden, she noticed that a few more people have appeared, some notably standing out amongst the others. A man with a wolf piqued her interest momentarily, but then she shrugged, waiting for Alex to catch up.

Aiden stuffed his book into his bag. Alright... I'll speak to someone and make some friends. How hard could it be? He got to his feet and grabbed the bag, grasping it tightly. He looked around, trying to spot someone he could talk to. He noticed a girl sitting under a tree. He smiled and started walking towards her.
Melyssa looked up lazily form her spot under the shade and noticed a boy approaching her. "Hello there! Coming to talk are you? It's quite boring just sitting here waiting." she greeted him, happy that someone wanted to be in her company.
Aiden let out a nervous smile and sat in front of her, setting his bag down. "H-hi, my name's Aiden," he said with a nervous tone. He extended his arm. "Nice to meet you..."
Melyssa gave the boy a reassuring smile seeing he was a bit nervous and reached out to shake his hand "Nice to meet'cha too Aiden my name's Melyssa." she moved over a bit and patted the spot beside her. "Come sit down it's nice over here and we have quite a bit of time before we have to go to class 1-A."
He crawled over to her side, dragging his bag with him. "So it's your first year too?" he asked. He smiled warmly, feeling more comfortable.
"Yeah, it is. I'm really excited about coming here. I've heard some great stories about this place from my... err... guardian, I suppose you can call her. You get to go on missions and they train you really well. It'll be quite interesting to see what happens in the next few years." Melyssa replied excitedly.
Aiden stared at her, surprised. When she finished, he turned his head back ahead and let out a faint smile. "I guess it will be exciting, but... Some of the stories I've heard were different. I mean... We're going to be fighting demons," he said, his voice muffled by his sleeves as he leaned forwards onto his knees, curled up into a ball. "I'm not really what you'd call a fighter. I guess I'm just a little afraid but that's natural, right? I mean... Not everyone who does this job really makes it to a very old age..."
Melyssa tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Hmm. I suppose it can be scary. We are going against a vicious race that will try to kill us with everyting it's got, but that's sort of what makes it exciting. You never know when you're going to die or what will happen so it forces you to live in the moment. Even if you're not much of a fighter now the school is here to train you and they don't force you to fight so you can take your time. Don't worry too much about it."
Aiden lifted his head and looked at her. "That might be the case for most people but... Well, I'm not really worried about the school making me fight," he said. "My mother used to be a hunter, and a good one too... When she learned that I had powers, she trained me herself for some time. She allowed me to leave home and go to a boarding school as long as I'd go to the Academy the year I turned 16. The problem is, even if I learn how to fight against demons, I don't think I'd be able to take a life, demon or not..." He shuffled uncomfortably and heaved a sigh. "Sorry... I'm rambling... So, how about you? What's your story?"
"It's fine. My story's... rather complicated. Let's just say I've done some bad things when I was younger, terribly awful things, and now I'm paying for them by training to take down the demons that plague our world. I'd prefer not to talk too much about it." Melyssa said, hoping for a change of topic.
Aiden hid his face in his arms again. "Oh... Sorry I brought it up," he mumbled. He rose his head and put his hand next to his knee. "H-hey... Want to see a cool little trick?"
"Sure." Melyssa says quite interested in finding out what he would do. There are quite a bit of abilities out there and she wondered if would use an intersesting one, show off a simple party trick. Either way it'd be something to pass time.
He showed her his palm. "It's not very flashy but..." He concentrated and a jolt of lightning appeared on one of his fingers and flew to another. "Ow! Eheh... Yeah... I need to learn how to control the smaller jolts with precision."
"I would say it's quite flashy, but then again to me lightning is always pretty flashy. I suppose I could show you one of my own little tricks if you wanted. You'd have to open up your mind, though." Melyssa said, thinking the lightning ability could be very useful if they had to fight something in the water. She'd hate to be the victim of that though.
Aiden stared at her, confused. "Uh... Sure, but I don't think I quite understand." He let out a sigh and tried to empty his mind, assuming that's what she meant.
"It'll feel like something's trying to get into your head, just imagine yourself letting it in." Melyssa instructed him and closed her eyes for a bit trying to focus on reaching out to Aiden's mind. She always found it harder to use this in her human form. "Can you hear me? This is a cool little trick don't you think? Don't worry though, I can only use this if you allow me in. Think of a reply if you wish, it works both ways." She sent the thought to his head using her telepathy.
Aiden flinched upon hearing her voice. He turned to her with his eyes open wide. "I... You... How did you....?" The look on his face was that of horror. "This is awesome... You can speak into people's minds..." A smile appeared on his face. He looked like an excited little kid.
Melyssa smiled, finding the boy's reaction cute. "It's just simple telepathy, quite a few races are naturally born with it. It's quite useful in forms you can't speak in. I'll show you that another day, if I used that here I might get attacked."
Aiden nodded. "Right, I understand," he said, smiling. "It's pretty cool, though..." He shuffled where he sat and leaned his back on the tree.

Mythril Sunbound
Mythril sat in the soft grass beneath the shady tree, kicking her feet merrily before stretching both arms upwards, yawning as she did so. “It’s rather nice here actually, but too many peoples i think.” She scratched her cheek, looking around tiredly towards all the people hanging out around the garden area. “I bet you i can guess who is here for the first time.” “I bet that you can’t.” “Easy, he’s new, he’s new here, that one’s new, she’s new.” Mythril went around the garden with her index, pointing towards all the people she figured to be here for the first time. “I doubt the guy in the steaming armor with six rusted blades on his back over there by the huntress with the machete is new.” Mythril gave her sword a disgruntled expression, making a “Hmph” sound while crossing her arms, she was just excited and it wasn't her fault if someone with older looking armor struck her as new.

“Fine, be that way, but i stand by my judgement.” Mythril watched the man on the opposite side of the path, with his rusted swords and eventually settled that he was probably a second or third year hunter at least anyways. “Well, we should head to the classroom soon, the thing with the thing is probably going to happen shortly.” Mythril pointed towards the reception for a couple of seconds before a loud chime was heard, indicating that classes would be starting shortly. “There we go~” Mythril brushed herself off as she stood up, picking up Altimeus as she did so. “Okay, time for class, yay.” She swung her sword onto her shoulder once more, causing a large gash to appear in the tree she was sitting under.

Placing one step in front of the other slowly, she checked back behind her to make sure she hadn't left anything under the tree. “Nope all good.” Talking to herself only, Mythril began to walk towards the large double-glass doors that housed the reception, her classroom was not that far off from the reception anyways, she had made sure she knew where the classrooms were situated the day prior, only for lack of nothing better to do. “People are probably there already, hopefully we are not late.” Mythril picked up her pace as she headed round the corner and into the door. Altimeus caught on the doorway on the way in but Mythril was glad to see he was not the first to cause damage to this doorway, many large scars already existing on the dark, wooden frame.

Inside the room Mythril found a large space closest to her, with a raised rectangle of some sort of lightly coloured stone filling the majority of the space, a desk on wheels and a chair sat at the far end of the rectangle. Many seats sat behind large, curved desks, facing the rectangle, around five layers of the curved surface with chairs located behind them, Mythril assumed that was probably where she should sit and made her way to the second layer up, sitting relatively close to the middle of the row.

Her head darted back and forth at the few students gathered in the room, it didn't seem like she would need any writing utensils, though she wasn't sure, a couple of small bound notebooks were visible but aside from that it did not seem necessary. The chairs were spaced with about ⅔ a chair’s length apart, obviously for weapon holding purposes as some crude weapon stands were built into the concrete walls that separated the levels. Mythril smirked as she stared at the floor beneath her desk, it was surprisingly well carpeted and she even considered removing her shoes for a brief moment before remembering where she was. “I think i’ll like it here.” Mythril realised she shill held Altimeus over her shoulder, swinging the sword around wildly as she turned in her seat, she was glad no one was sitting to her left yet. She slowly sat Altimeus down in the space to her left, resting him against the wall stand-thingy.

Adam jumped at the sound of the bell, he looked around to see what was happening. All he saw were people heading into the school building. I guess we go to class now... he thought, I will just follow some of the other students. Adam got up, grabbed his bag and his lantern and followed another student carrying an excessively large sword. Strange, he thought it seemed like she was talking to that sword for a minute. Adam shrugged, it was none of his business if someone talked to their sword.

While he was thinking he managed to walk to Classroom 1A. I guess this is the place. He entered the slightly musty room and glanced around. There were a few desks, one or two of them were already filled so he chose a spot near the front of the class. He placed his lantern, notebook and pen on the desk and put his bag next to his chair. This is so exciting, Adam proceeded to think of what he would learn as he watched the other students file into the classroom.

Chayse
He looked at her confusedly a bit due to her not responding, before sighing and leaning on the tree again, closing his eyes for a second. Chayse was already losing himself in his own world. Chayse really did feel bored, and boredom was like poison to him. He rested for a few seconds, before Beo nudged him a bit, the wolf gesturing to him that the person beside him had responded. Chayse realised that and immediately jolted back up again, waking back up after his rest which only lasted for a few seconds. Due to him having a short attention span, having a friend to remind you continuously of important things was pretty effective. He shook his head again, waking himself up.

Smirking playfully again, he turned to the girl and spoke to her again, hopefully to make some conversation this time. Chayse didn't really like himself being idle. He extended his gloved hand out, speaking again towards the person. "Name's Chayse, nice to meet ya!". Yes, his happy, enthusiastic and fun nature was definitely contagious.

It was then he heard the bell rang, his attention immediately caught by it. He whispered to himself quietly, happy that there was finally something exciting to do. Haha, yes! Chayse quickly jumped back up, picking up his backpack and slightly tightening his hold on the bag. He turned to Beo, gesturing for him to come along. The wolf simply nodded and followed behind him. The man turned back to the girl, realising that he didn't even have time for a polite handshake. Oh well, he would try to make up for this, after all, first days at things excited him, such as the time he had learned his fighting skills.

He nodded to the girl, speaking to her again in a friendly manner. "Well, see ya at class!". And with that, the man walked away, whistling as he went along a pathway and finally passed the reception. He just suddenly stopped for a second, and thought to himself quietly about whether he memorised the map correctly, as he hit his head continuously with his hand softly, trying to get the memory of it back. Chayse kept swerving his head through some doors, putting his hand close to his chin in a thinking position. Urgh... where is it.... Come on brain... um... Aha! He then just took a turn to the left of the reception and entered the class among all the other doors.

1A was definitely a big auditorium, Chayse just looked at it for a second before taking a few steps down some short stairs, stopping at the second layer and sitting a bit between the right of the row and the middle, but more inclined to the middle. Beo took another desk to his right, sitting on a seat with all his paws on the chair. For a moment, Chayse just looked around and examined the people around him, noticing that there was a girl sitting in the row with a very large sword. He took a few more looks around the class, and even noticed that there was carpet below him. That comfort convinced him that he wouldn't be relaxing his feet on the table... for now at least. So he just enjoyed that luxury and leaned on the chair comfortably, waiting for something to happen as he placed his right elbow on the table and rested his head on his right palm.