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"Kinda," Cas nodded in agreement, "However, this is a school for fighting demons and what not. I guess it's allowed to go off and be weird. Also, you can't exactly judge this school like that. You just said you're a zombie." With a roll of his eyes, Cas looked around, noting that people started milling about in a general direction, which was towards room 1A. Shrugging, he pulled out his pocketwatch, checking the time. "Look at that, seems like it's about time to go. Well, catch you later I guess." Smiling as he began to leave, he turned momentarily, calling out, "I'm perfectly human, by the by. Though I've got a little fire in my blood that could make things interesting at times." After saying this, he let the flow take him, moving along with the crowd towards the classroom.

Falling in step with other people, Casey soon skipped and hopped about, taking off her hood as she went. Feeling mildly bored now that she departed from Alex, she felt that she should seek some other person to meet this time around. As she entered the spacious room that was dubbed 1A, she looked around, the dim interior giving way to shapes and shadows. A variety could be found, tall, short, the strange and the seemingly normal. She noted that the chairs were quite spaced apart, and saw the reason why - a great bunch didn't let their weapons leave their side, and the spaces would allow for easy access to them without having to hold on to them. Pretty clever positioning, she muses. As she hums a new tune, she settles down a random path, weaving amongst the people moving to and fro, picking their seats.

Looking around, Cas found a girl who was generally isolated, smiling to himself. He remarked her incredibly large sword, making note that she was probably very strong despite her seemingly small size. Making note that the bowtie would seem a pretty good match for his bunny ear jacket, he propped it up again, walking down the aisle to take a seat to her right. In a cheery, piping voice, he greeted her. "Hi there! I presume you're new here, considering your presence in this room. The name's Cas, what's yours?"

Rokudo close his eyes while he rest his head against the wall, he start Venture into his mind thinking about his past and his future goal when suddenly an announcement about the new student meeting rang throughout the area. "Oh.. It's time? that was fast.." Rokudo tighten his scarf once more and slowly walk to the 1A classroom.

Once he arrive, he look at each student who've arrived before him one by one, and spot a girl with a large sword beside her. Rokudo slow down his walking pace and glance at the large sword beside the girl, instead of looking at the girl he concentrate more on getting the details of the sword and try to observe the sword from a distance. Then more student starts to arrive at the classroom and walking pass Rokudo, he then decided to find a place to sit first before doing anything else. He walk to the fourth layer and pick a seat at the end of the lane away from the classroom entrance. Once he's settle with taking a seat, he lean backward crossing his arm while looking down at the sword again, "hmm.. That sword...." He quietly speaks to himself and stare at the sword trying his best not to look so suspicious or making the girl aware of him while keeping the sword in his sight.

The chime rang as his back touched the tree. "Eh? Does that mean classes are starting?" He jumped to his feet and turned to Melyssa. "We should hurry. I'll go on ahead. See you in 1A!" He ran off with his bag swinging from side to side around his hip.

He ran into the classroom. He exclaim as he got in through the door, panting and gasping for air. "I'm not late!" He let out a sigh and relaxed until he understood that he'd said that out loud. "Uh... I mean... Hi..."
He stood in the entrance for a few seconds, his face turned red. He realized that he was still standing. He rushed over to the seat in front of the girl with the large sword. As he put his hands on his desk, he let out a small squeak, flinching.

Adam returned to reality from his thoughts, he looked around and noticed the other students had all grouped together. Suddenly feeling very lonely, Adam decided to get up, Who can I sit next to... he thought. Eventually settling on sitting next to a student near the middle of the classroom. Is that a length of metal pipe next to his chair?.

Adam leant over to the student next to him, "Hello, I'm Adam."

The ringing of a bell caught Mark's attention as his body tightened in fear that he was late. Crowds of students began head past him towards the classrooms and Mark began to relax as he assumed that it was a reminder bell, He followed the students until he saw the class A1 still nervous and still at a slight discomfort with all of the weapons being carried by his peers. As he entered A1 he noticed the large size of the classroom which he thought should have been expected with this being a castle. What caught his eyes was the group of students in a group at the back row, his eyes brightened for a moment as he contemplated sitting next to them but decided it would be more comforting to be alone for this orientation. Two desks to the right of the group Mark put down his weapons still sheathed and began to look into his backpack. He was disappointed and shocked at the fact that there was only a long piece of rope, perhaps his creator could have given him actual supplies for school rather than rope. He would have to borrow or buy supplies somehow he thought as he glared at the rope and proceeded to close his backpack and wait for the class to start. Maybe the rope meant something he thought as he eyes emptily stared forward and he remained still lost in his vivid thoughts of how he could use the rope. Maybe I could strange a demon with it or something he continued.

Mythril Stormbound
Mythril realises she is quickly gaining orbitals, people pouring in from all directions suddenly. “Mythril.” she exclaims humbly as she is suddenly asked her name by some strange creature that could be possibly male or female. “Cas huh. Sounds like the name a Genderless Tentacle demon would have.” Mythril tilted her head diagonally staring into nothing, wondering whether this person secretly was just a bunch of tentacles hidden beneath their clothes, they did look suspiciously genderfluid. Altimeus hummed at Mythril in his low, ancient psychic tongue, exclaiming his dissatisfaction with her inappropriate greeting.

Mythril looked around the room, students were entering in no specific intervals but a teacher of sorts was still yet to be seen. “Hmm.” She tried to see if there was anyone at the door but as far as she could tell it was only students filing in. Mythril checked back at her fellow hunters, particularly those sitting next to her who she had ignored for the most part. She particularly noticed their fixation on her sword. Mythril pushed Altimeus down onto a lower slant under the desk as to minimize the amount of ‘view-blocking’ it did, though this was difficult as the sword was at least 3 meters tall.

After a bit of shuffling and pushing Altimeus under the desk, Mythril managed to move the majority of the sword lower than the next desk row behind her.She turned to Caz or whatever her name was. “This is Swordy, made from the blood and ash of a thousand enemies, weighing more than the denseset matter in the world, sharper than the sharpest of gemstones, take a knee peasant.” “Densest” Mythril scowled at the sword, not repeating his correction. “That is how he introduces himself anyways.” Mythril patted the sword lightly. “His name is Swordy” she chimed in a lighter tone, not sure if she had already said that.

Mythril looked towards the door thinking that the teacher had entered, A tall man with glasses and a white lab-coat entered awkwardly with a stack of papers bound in leather under his arm. The man checked the lettering on the door before entering. Mythril shuffled in her seat, sitting upright, unfortunately this effort was wasted as the man simply dropped the papers on the wheeled desk before pushing his glasses up on his nose and hurriedly exiting the room. “I guess that’s not the teacher.” Mythril muttered her words, specifically not directing her words towards anyone.

Mythril shuffled back into a more comfortable position, resting her head on her hands, staring towards the front of the classroom, hoping that it would start soon, she didn't want to get caught up having to talk to the people here, and would much rather just get on with class. She looked hopefully to the doorway once more, but nothing. There was already around 40 students in the classroom, it did not seem as if the entire room would be filling up any time soon. “Hmm.”

Mythril sat up briefly, stretching her arms upwards and yawning, this was getting boring pretty quickly and she wasn't sure how much longer she could last without anything interesting happening, she went back to her resting position and began to wonder what the large rectangle was for, probably demonstrations or fighting or something weird, in fact, Mythril was not even sure of what hunter class entailed, what skills would she need to learn? How would this teaching be relevant for hunting? Why was there a stack of papers on the desk?

"Nice to meet you Alex, Hello Casey" said Adam

I think I have found some new friends he thought

"So what are you talking about?" Adam asked.

White got to the bridge right when a bell rang. He noticed that people started to go into the building. Well crap. He quickly, but normal speed for a human, ran to the building, catching sight of a poster telling him to go to room 1A. He wondered how many people would be there, and if they would all know something about demons. He only knew what his parent's records told him, and that still was not very much.

He arrived at the door, stating in big letters "1A." Oh well, this was it. He pushed open the front door with a breath, and walked in. Trying not to make eye contact with anybody, he sat down at a random seat, next to a girl with a big sword. On instinct, he touched his dagger, but he stopped. The girl wasn't going to hurt him. She seemed nice. He started to twiddle his thumbs, a nervous habit. He wondered if he should talk to the girl. Would she neglect his eyes? He hadn't interacted with many humans, but he decided to give it a try. He turned to his side and said to her, "Nice sword you've got there."

Adam turned around to face Mythril, Isn't she that girl I saw talking to her sword earlier? he thought. Realising he hadn't introduced himself he quickly said "Hello, I'm Adam". He was trying to be polite, but he was starting to feel a little intimidated. Adam was a Lampad after all, and he didn't get to meet many humans, at least ones that were still alive. Lampades usually only saw the spirits of humans as they guided them through to their resting place.

He quickly turned to face the front and glanced around the room nervously. Drinking in every detail of the ceiling. He saw a large iron chandelier covered in old, half-melted candles hung by a large chain that looked like it had been there for at least 50 years. He turned his gaze towards the chalkboard at the front of the room. It had turned a shade of greenish grey from all the years of chalk running across it.

"I've never met so many humans before" said Adam. At least ones that were not ghosts

Should I tell him I'm a Lampad? Probably he thought, I will have to tell him eventually...

Adam pondered this for a minute, thinking it over. After a while he decided that he could tell Alex later.

Melyssa watched Aiden run off as soon as the bell rang, staying in her position for a few more moments. "Huh, guess it's time to get going." She muttered to herself as she slowly got up and followed the crowd of people, leaving behind her comfortable spot in the garden for the hallways in the castle. No big rush, they probably won't start for a few more minutes.Wonder if they'll talk about anything interesting. We'll probably just get some lecture about the school's history, but maybe.... She continued on with this train of thought until she nearly rammed into class 1A's door.

"Well then." The kelpie said this time actually rerouting her path to actually go through the archway rather than into it. Once in she paused for a moment to look around the classroom noting that the school looked just as impressive on the inside as on the outside. She took in several faces, including but not limited to; a girl with a sword taller than her that seemed to attract the attention of nearly everyone in the room, an un-genderable character wearing a bunny hoodie that she found quite cute, Aiden, a figure that didn't quite look human but she wasn't so sure, and a kid wielding a pipe out of all the weapons he could of chosen from. She decided to go up and plop herself down next to Aiden since he was the most familiar presence in the room. "There are quite a few colorful characters in this room, aren't there?"

"Nice to meet you, Myth." Casey smiled brightly at the girl, half-ignoring the spiel about how terrifying the sword was. However, she still unconsciously scooted a little closer to Alex, putting a little more distance between her and the sword. "So, Swordy? Cute name for a relatively cute sword. He's sentient, I presume? That's kinda neat. Any cool tricks he can do?" Curiosity mildly piqued at how a tiny girl can control a sword such as Swordy, Casey rattled off a few questions, fishing for answers, and maybe more interaction. However, Alex seemed to have sidled up to her side, so she sighed for a moment and turned to face him.

"Hi Alex," Cas replied. "Well, I wouldn't say I ran. I'm just really good weaving my way between people. I'll be honest, I was trying to lose you in the crowd. It's a policy of mine to go off and meet other people so that the people I've met have a chance to meet even more people. Kind of noticed that when I was about 15." A brief look of irritation crossed Cas' face as he remembered something, then he shook it off with a smile. "Anyway, hullo to you too, Alex."

Idly toying with her pocket watch, Casey remarked the people that seemingly came out of nowhere, surrounding her almost literally after she picked Mythril as her target. She sighed, counting off the people around them. With Mythril to her left and Alex to her right, she started mapping off the locations of others yet, such as Adam to Alex's right, a boy who has yet to introduce himself, merely making a remark on Swordy to Mythril's left, a boy who let out an adorable squeak to her front, and in front of Casey, a cute girl with a somewhat high born gait, one she was familiar with, being from some sort of noble family herself.

As Alex was rattling off to his side, Cas smiled at his energy. "A little excited, aren't you, Alex? Calm down, we haven't even started orientation yet." Looking past him, Cas waved a little, leaning on his desk. "Hullo. Adam, was it? You seem a little troubled. If it's about your lineage, or history, or race, I'm pretty sure there's no need to sweat it all that much. I must mention to you, Alex is a zombie. That should be a good start." Smiling happily, Cas twisted his head, once more directing his gaze towards Mythril. He examined her features for a brief moment, and garnered that she was quite bored with the wait. However, he felt that things should start up soon enough, and didn't bother to catch her attention yet again for now.

Looking over further, Casey examined the boy next to Mythril, who was in closer proximity to Swordy. She noted a mild apprehension of the sword, or maybe of Mythril, or maybe both, as his hand twitched in what Casey presumed to be his weapon. She smiled at him, quite amused that he managed not to freak out and pull something out and probably sputter an empty threat. She noted the pallor of his skin, though it was less of an unhealthy hue, but more akin to one who has suffered a mild frostbite, something not uncommon in the mountain valley she hailed from during the winter seasons.

A boy over the edge was looking in their general direction, and for a brief moment, Cas caught his gaze. Merely shrugging it off as a coincidence, Cas rolled a little ways forward, scooting in closer to his desk, hanging out a hand right above the princess-y character in front of her. He absentmindedly swished his hand above her head, not sure whether to try and catch her attention, or if he merely wishes to toy with her hair. He sighed at himself, thoughts of the various braids he could apply claiming his mind as he stared at his pocket watch, the time ticking away.

[[Few edits made. It's Alex, not Aiden. Aiden is in front of Mythril. Melyssa is to the right of Aiden, in front of Cas/ey. Alex to the right of Cas/ey, Frozen Boy to the left of Mythril. Adam to the right of Alex. Rokudo to the far left, and Mark to the very far right.]]

"I'm a Lampad" Adam replied to Casey and Alex. "It is our job to guide the souls of the blessed in the afterlife, I'm just a little nervous because I've never seen so many humans that are still corporeal."

So Alex is a zombie, huh. Never met a zombie before. Anyway, I just found some friends!

"What is it like being a zombie?" Adam asked

Hmm. Haven't met new people except for that one frightened man I saw outside of the castle. Didn't looked like he went here. Vollark looks around for a bit and sees a few people. I should probably go converse with those people. Meh, why not. It's not like I have anyone else to talk to. Bill got eaten and all. "Hey, guys." Vollark walks towards the people.

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"Oh hello there, sir.", Alex was scared of that strong man, and he thought it was a teacher. "Have I caused any trouble?", he thought.

(Didn't kow about looking like a normal human. I fixed it though.)
"No? Why would I care if you got into trouble? Anyways, I go to this academy and I am looking for some friends. So, I'm Vollark Dmitri. And you are?" Vollark sticks his hand out to shake it.

White turned to to the man that walked in. Somebody addressed him as "sir". Was he the teacher? It seemed that he wasn't, so he asked, "If you are not the teacher, do you have any idea when he, she, or it, will be here?"

[[Guys, no offense but cool off for a bit.

There is no 'minimum posting requirement' except for "No one liners".

Dangerously approaching that territory.]]

((Ooohh, scary! Don't want to break that :o))

((But OOCing is so fun!))

"Wait," White said slowly to the person who claimed to be a zombie, "you are a zombie?" he shivered. After seeing the cycle of life and death, it just didn't seem natural to be a zombie. It was a bit odd. Under the table, he started to make little animals with snow in his palms. It helped calm him down, but the room dropped a few degrees in temperature.

“Brrr, chilly.” Casey remarks this with a slight pout, feeling the temperature drop by a good bit. She looked around, bunching her jacket closer to her as she merely listened to the four converse. She found it kind of odd that a middle-aged man chose to scoot in the area, considering there were no longer any seats. It didn’t help that he was right behind her as well, which is why she was keeping silent.

Leaning back, his eyes wandered over to the pale boy, mild interest in how he was playing with his fingers beneath the desk. Focusing on the sight beyond Mythril’s sword, Cas saw that there were tiny snow figures in the shape of animals dancing around, amusing Cas greatly.

“Hey, Mr Snowman,” Casey smiled, calling out to the pale white boy in blue. “What are you doing down there, hmm? It’s getting a little colder around here. Tone it down a little, hah.” Casey sighed as a cold breath left her mouth, forming a tiny cloud of mist which dissipated almost instantly

“Hmm, it sure got a bit colder in here. Did someone open the window?”, then he noticed that the pale boy was doing some snow magic and it was interesting. “Hi, I’m Alex. What’s your name? I am new here.”

White didn't notice how much attention he was drawing to himself. He quickly dissipated the animals, causing the temperature to go back to normal. He noticed that he was blushing. He was a tiny bit offended by the Mr Snowman comment, but he ignored it. He looked his neck over to who was talking him and said, “I’m White, and I’m new here too. Nice to meet you.”

“I never saw magic before, its interesting. Are you a snowman?”, Alex asked, going back to Casey’s joke.

White blushed again, “No, I am not a snowman. Otherwise, I would be melting on the spot. I would be more of a puddle.”

“What are you then? It looked awesome. Could you maybe do it again?”, Alex said in excitement of seeing an snow wizard or something like that. He waited for an reaction,
even though he had realised that the person he was talking to was a bit shy, but he knew
the person thing against shyness: Talking unshy to the person! Or something like that…

“Gee, Alex. Really?” Cas looked at him due to his incredulous request. “Hold it up until later. I’d rather not suffer from having colds today. As amusing as it is to watch, White the Snow Wizard shouldn’t really be giving us a show right now.” Shrugging, he turned his head towards White this time, still smiling. “Anyway, pretty impressive stuff, White. Pretty accurate, the figures you made, though a fair bit of their prancing made them look quite silly.” Cas plants his face down onto the desk, sighing. “I should have bought more coffee from Breakfast Brokers after all…”

White held up his hands defensively, “Whoa, I’m not some kinda wizard or something. Otherwise I would have a fancy hat. It’s just in my people. And I could try again, the coldness is just something that is subconscious,” he put his hands on the table and created a miniature elk, inspired by the ones on the tundra. It reminded him of his old life, before his parents were captured.

“Breakfast Brokers? I think I saw that store in town, but the ice cream shop sounded more delicious, I made a stop there before I went here.”, Alex said to Casey. Then White began to talk and he made an great statue of an elk. “Wow, that looks great! I think we were a bit to rude with the snowman and wizard thing, heh…”