Academy of the Almost Gods (IC-CLOSED)

[Lavan Tiri]

From the awning of the building, Parat watched with a sharp grin. He had witnessed the beginning of the fight, as well as a bunch of kids punching each other in a math class, so he was all smiles. All while munching on a pretty goddamn delicious apple. He realized this was his math class about halfway through, but hey, he was still eating.

Finishing the apple, he tossed it towards the grass and hopped down, applauding jubilantly. "That was awesome! Boring at first, but damn, you really got him there at the end." He patted the sea creature on the shoulder. "You look good man. A bit red, but good. Of course, Alem should tell you that, not me." he winked.

He turned to the teacher. "My apologies for remaining unseen, Professor. I'm pretty shy. I was in the "classroom", if you can call the courtyard that, though, so......" he grinned and made finger-guns, clicking his tongue. "I'll show up early tomorrow. Promise." with that, he returned to the other students.

"Tlthonl." he nodded, shit-eating grin on his face. He actually didn't have an issue with the Cthuluspawn.

The creature looked at him dully. "Hi, Parat. Good entrance, really. I was really impressed."

Parat nodded, snapping his fingers into a pose. He seemingly ignored the blatant sarcasm. "Rule number one about being Parat, man. Gotta make an entrance."

Moloch huffed. "Puh-leez. I would've come in on fire, riding a chariot made from souls of the damned, wielding my cattle prod. You………you snarked off to a teacher. No points, hand over your troublemaker card." Molch held out his hand, gesturing for Parat to hand him the "card".

Card is good. Good is fish. Fish is love. Love is Shrek. Shrek is love, Shrek is life.

Moloch sighed. Sometimes, the voices pissed him off.

[Arana]

Luke sighed when the fight ended. He had been enjoying it, as well as being glad to not be part of it. Hearing that they were to gather with their classes, he flew down to where the more powerful and intelligent looking people were. Seemed there were several of them. There was a fairy, a fish guy, and... angels. Several of them. They seemed pretty powerful too... perhaps archangels? He had never been so close to one before, and despite the fact that he knew they were on his side, it made him a bit uncomfortable. Ignoring that, he started talking to a random student in his class.

"Hey. That was weird, right?"

[Charmera]

Lawn, Math Class
Ariel Sylvari

Ariel was rather shocked that the girl would ask such a personal question, but never the less she decided to tell her. "I'm a Nephalem, if you must know." She replied, politely. It was then that the professor announced a death match to partake between two students. Rather stunned to hear such a thing uttered from the mouth of a supposed educator, Ariel waved farewell to Cyll and took off towards the gathering crowd. Watching in rapture, Ariel couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted at the sight as the students beat each other senseless.

Cyll nodded, giving the other girl another curt nod of farewell, smile on her face. That was until she heard about the death match. She floated over, watching the match until it's violent conclusion. She was a little shocked by the teachers advocating such brutality, but then again, she wasn't exactly a stranger to brutality of that kind. She had seen three of her siblings literally torn apart and devoured on the same day, and it was a particularly peaceful day.

After the match, she floated over to where Class B seemed to be congregating, hoping that her fear aura and shocking appearance wouldn't make them too uncomfortable.

"Um... Hi..." She said nervously to the group.

[Aona]

Lawn, Math Class
Ariel Sylvari

Ariel was rather shocked that the girl would ask such a personal question, but never the less she decided to tell her. "I'm a Nephalem, if you must know." She replied, politely. It was then that the professor announced a death match to partake between two students. Rather stunned to hear such a thing uttered from the mouth of a supposed educator, Ariel waved farewell to Cyll and took off towards the gathering crowd. Watching in rapture, Ariel couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted at the sight as the students beat each other senseless.

Cyll nodded, giving the other girl another curt nod of farewell, smile on her face. That was until she heard about the death match. She floated over, watching the match until it's violent conclusion. She was a little shocked by the teachers advocating such brutality, but then again, she wasn't exactly a stranger to brutality of that kind. She had seen three of her siblings literally torn apart and devoured on the same day, and it was a particularly peaceful day.

After the match, she floated over to where Class B seemed to be congregating, hoping that her fear aura and shocking appearance wouldn't make them too uncomfortable.

"Um... Hi..." She said nervously to the group.

Parat, who had moved into the Class B mob, was spinning one of his pistols idly, a permanent smug on his face. Hearing the greeting, he smiled. "Welcome to the party, Cyll-pill! Don't look so modest, most all of us are Year Four anyway...you're among family! Well, a dysfunctional, battering, villainous family. But still, we send christmas cards and stuff." His customary grin shined brightly, sharp teeth gleaming. His eyes were just barely visible through the thick goggles.

"Good to have you onboard, though. Nothing like a floating wolf-head demigod to ward off monsters. Not that we want them warded off. Eh, you get the point." He waved his hand dismissively, growing bored of explaining himself.

[Charmera]

Cyll nodded, giving the other girl another curt nod of farewell, smile on her face. That was until she heard about the death match. She floated over, watching the match until it's violent conclusion. She was a little shocked by the teachers advocating such brutality, but then again, she wasn't exactly a stranger to brutality of that kind. She had seen three of her siblings literally torn apart and devoured on the same day, and it was a particularly peaceful day.

After the match, she floated over to where Class B seemed to be congregating, hoping that her fear aura and shocking appearance wouldn't make them too uncomfortable.

"Um... Hi..." She said nervously to the group.

Parat, who had moved into the Class B mob, was spinning one of his pistols idly, a permanent smug on his face. Hearing the greeting, he smiled. "Welcome to the party, Cyll-pill! Don't look so modest, most all of us are Year Four anyway...you're among family! Well, a dysfunctional, battering, villainous family. But still, we send christmas cards and stuff." His customary grin shined brightly, sharp teeth gleaming. His eyes were just barely visible through the thick goggles.

"Good to have you onboard, though. Nothing like a floating wolf-head demigod to ward off monsters. Not that we want them warded off. Eh, you get the point." He waved his hand dismissively, growing bored of explaining himself.

Cyll smiled a stark contrast from her glaring wolves. Her wolves were on standby as they seemed to focus their vision on Parat, though a few of them glanced at some of the other class members, red eyes gleaming as they stared. "We're not that dysfunctional Parat. Though then again, I come from a family where brothers and sisters regularly tore each other apart for scraps, so what would I know?" She responded with a shrug.

"Also, Cyll-pill?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I really hope that does not catch on...

[Westeastern Dicantia]

Belatedly, Violet removed herself from the conversation she had been having and walked over to the other class A students, backpack, and euphonium in tow. "Hey guys, how's it going? I didn't hear that we were supposed to regroup," she said to nobody in particular. Honestly, she was glad the fight was over.

[Utceforp]

Parat, who had moved into the Class B mob, was spinning one of his pistols idly, a permanent smug on his face. Hearing the greeting, he smiled. "Welcome to the party, Cyll-pill! Don't look so modest, most all of us are Year Four anyway...you're among family! Well, a dysfunctional, battering, villainous family. But still, we send christmas cards and stuff." His customary grin shined brightly, sharp teeth gleaming. His eyes were just barely visible through the thick goggles.

"Good to have you onboard, though. Nothing like a floating wolf-head demigod to ward off monsters. Not that we want them warded off. Eh, you get the point." He waved his hand dismissively, growing bored of explaining himself.

Cyll smiled a stark contrast from her glaring wolves. Her wolves were on standby as they seemed to focus their vision on Parat, though a few of them glanced at some of the other class members, red eyes gleaming as they stared. "We're not that dysfunctional Parat. Though then again, I come from a family where brothers and sisters regularly tore each other apart for scraps, so what would I know?" She responded with a shrug.

"Also, Cyll-pill?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I really hope that does not catch on...

"It's tempting, but I'll try not to use it." Amina said, with a small half-smile on her face. She had seen Cyll a few times before - the giant wolf heads tended to draw the eye just a little bit - but she had never interacted with her that much. "Also, you think we're not dysfunctional Did you see what just happened between the mer-kid and the demon? I tend not to agree with Parat on principle, but given the circumstances I think "dysfunctional" is a good description. Ralevon is just the inmate that happens to be running the asylum." She said, chuckling.

[Hetland 2]

Cal finally managed to get his Wendigo spirit, though he was still freakishly hungry and quietly moved towards the B group. As he settled in near the back of the group he paused as he felt a huge rumble in his stomach. A body shaking grumble. It seemed that despite having the Wendigo under control, it was still wildly unpredictable.
And wildy prone to attention seeking behavior, much to Cal's chagrin.

[Charmera]

Cyll smiled a stark contrast from her glaring wolves. Her wolves were on standby as they seemed to focus their vision on Parat, though a few of them glanced at some of the other class members, red eyes gleaming as they stared. "We're not that dysfunctional Parat. Though then again, I come from a family where brothers and sisters regularly tore each other apart for scraps, so what would I know?" She responded with a shrug.

"Also, Cyll-pill?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I really hope that does not catch on...

"It's tempting, but I'll try not to use it." Amina said, with a small half-smile on her face. She had seen Cyll a few times before - the giant wolf heads tended to draw the eye just a little bit - but she had never interacted with her that much. "Also, you think we're not dysfunctional Did you see what just happened between the mer-kid and the demon? I tend not to agree with Parat on principle, but given the circumstances I think "dysfunctional" is a good description. Ralevon is just the inmate that happens to be running the asylum." She said, chuckling.

Cyll turned her floating body to Amina. Three of her wolves heads turned to face her, bobbing up and down as they seemed to size up the ghoul, similarly unfamiliar with Amina as the ghoul was with Cyll. Cyll continued her friendly smile, glad to be in the swing of things once again. "Fair enough. That beat down was fairly brutal after all..." She commented, shrugging. "Speaking of the fight, the demon guy, he's new isn't he?"

Cal finally managed to get his Wendigo spirit, though he was still freakishly hungry and quietly moved towards the B group. As he settled in near the back of the group he paused as he felt a huge rumble in his stomach. A body shaking grumble. It seemed that despite having the Wendigo under control, it was still wildly unpredictable.
And wildy prone to attention seeking behavior, much to Cal's chagrin.

Cyll did not hear the growl, but two of her head did, turning to regard Cal while Cyll was distracted. They seemed to stare at him, as if trying to determine if he was a threat or not, sniffing the air as they looked at him.

[Joshulia]

Azrael hated his brothers.

Probably because that's what he was forced to call them since.....who knows how long.

The other Archangels, he meant.

Did you know the only Archangel mantle that could be taken up after the previous died is Death's? Gadreel, Azrael's predecessor, unable to cope with the voices of the dead that battered his skull day and night, killed himself, suiciding into a giant bloody cross at the Gates of Heaven. It was hard to do, but Death can in fact be killed, something Azrael was all too aware of in his early years. That's actually what set him apart from most of his brethren, they thought they were Untouchable: Immortal.........hardly.

Back in reality, Azrael glanced about the area, noting several students but not really sizing them up. After years of knowing what exactly he could do, he was confident he needn't actually worry about his fellow man. Instead he walked quickly over to the Class A group, his footsteps silent to other's loud crunching. The Archangel shoved his hands into his pockets and bore a clam yet vaguely intrigued look on his face as he waited for the Fight Club/Math Class Director to instruct them further.

[Hetland 2]

Cyll did not hear the growl, but two of her head did, turning to regard Cal while Cyll was distracted. They seemed to stare at him, as if trying to determine if he was a threat or not, sniffing the air as they looked at him.

The Wendigo seemed momentarily cowed but resurged, momentarily taking control of Cal's body causing its skeleton-esque appearance to phase in and began snarling at the dog-things. Thankfully, Cal regained control before the Wendigo outed him too much.
He looked away, trying to hide in his oversized coat and hat.

[Aona]

"It's tempting, but I'll try not to use it." Amina said, with a small half-smile on her face. She had seen Cyll a few times before - the giant wolf heads tended to draw the eye just a little bit - but she had never interacted with her that much. "Also, you think we're not dysfunctional Did you see what just happened between the mer-kid and the demon? I tend not to agree with Parat on principle, but given the circumstances I think "dysfunctional" is a good description. Ralevon is just the inmate that happens to be running the asylum." She said, chuckling.

"Exactly!" Parat shouted enthusiastically, giving an exaggerated thumbs-up.

"We're all, more or less, stuck here. So we might as well have as much fun while we're here as possible, right? Kill things, learn to kill things, and go to parties. That, my friends, is the life." He smiled mischievously once more.

---

Azrael hated his brothers.

Probably because that's what he was forced to call them since.....who knows how long.

The other Archangels, he meant.

Did you know the only Archangel mantle that could be taken up after the previous died is Death's? Gadreel, Azrael's predecessor, unable to cope with the voices of the dead that battered his skull day and night, killed himself, suiciding into a giant bloody cross at the Gates of Heaven. It was hard to do, but Death can in fact be killed, something Azrael was all too aware of in his early years. That's actually what set him apart from most of his brethren, they thought they were Untouchable: Immortal.........hardly.

Back in reality, Azrael glanced about the area, noting several students but not really sizing them up. After years of knowing what exactly he could do, he was confident he needn't actually worry about his fellow man. Instead he walked quickly over to the Class A group, his footsteps silent to other's loud crunching. The Archangel shoved his hands into his pockets and bore a clam yet vaguely intrigued look on his face as he waited for the Fight Club/Math Class Director to instruct them further.

Tlthonl was bored, as usual. The conversation drifted from topic to topic, all as foreign a discussion point to him as the last. He found quite nothing to do. He looked to his side. Azrael greeted his gaze, hands stuffed in his pockets. Tlthonl looked down at his own robes.

No pockets. Damn it all.

"You seem disinterested." He casually mentioned to the archangel, his own disinterest dripping in his voice.

[Joshulia]

"You're Cthulhu's kid, right? I heard you were here, never actually believed the rumors....." His sentences had started off strong, pausing slightly after the question before continuing on when he cast a reassuring glance at the student's tentacles. Then, however, he trailed off, distracted by a number of things ranging between the fact that a pipe just died and trying to remember what he'd had for breakfast. "Oh yeah, wait...no, not disinterested, just, uh, bored out of my mind." He quickly followed, slightly laughing and allowing a slight smile to grace his face.

[Aona]

"You're Cthulhu's kid, right? I heard you were here, never actually believed the rumors....." His sentences had started off strong, pausing slightly after the question before continuing on when he cast a reassuring glance at the student's tentacles. Then, however, he trailed off, distracted by a number of things ranging between the fact that a pipe just died and trying to remember what he'd had for breakfast. "Oh yeah, wait...no, not disinterested, just, uh, bored out of my mind." He quickly followed, slightly laughing and allowing a slight smile to grace his face.

"Kid? I suppose that's one way to put it, yes. Technically more of a mental spawn, but yeah, 'kid' works."

He nodded sagely. "Honestly, I feel the same way too much. Perhaps some variety, besides this meaningless hubbub would do us all well. Socializing is all well and good I suppose, but not if there isn't a direct topic to discuss." His eyes changed to a slightly lighter tone.

"Such as how stupid socializing is."

[Arana]

"You're Cthulhu's kid, right? I heard you were here, never actually believed the rumors....." His sentences had started off strong, pausing slightly after the question before continuing on when he cast a reassuring glance at the student's tentacles. Then, however, he trailed off, distracted by a number of things ranging between the fact that a pipe just died and trying to remember what he'd had for breakfast. "Oh yeah, wait...no, not disinterested, just, uh, bored out of my mind." He quickly followed, slightly laughing and allowing a slight smile to grace his face.

"Kid? I suppose that's one way to put it, yes. Technically more of a mental spawn, but yeah, 'kid' works."

He nodded sagely. "Honestly, I feel the same way too much. Perhaps some variety, besides this meaningless hubbub would do us all well. Socializing is all well and good I suppose, but not if there isn't a direct topic to discuss." His eyes changed to a slightly lighter tone.

"Such as how stupid socializing is."

After awhile, Luke decided it would be a good idea to talk to somebody, and went over to the guy with the tentacle face. The fact that the archangel was so near by made him a bit nervous, but he just tried to ignore him, tucking his tail and wings in to appear more normal.

"Hi, my name's Luke, first year. You?"

[Charmera]

"It's tempting, but I'll try not to use it." Amina said, with a small half-smile on her face. She had seen Cyll a few times before - the giant wolf heads tended to draw the eye just a little bit - but she had never interacted with her that much. "Also, you think we're not dysfunctional Did you see what just happened between the mer-kid and the demon? I tend not to agree with Parat on principle, but given the circumstances I think "dysfunctional" is a good description. Ralevon is just the inmate that happens to be running the asylum." She said, chuckling.

"Exactly!" Parat shouted enthusiastically, giving an exaggerated thumbs-up.

"We're all, more or less, stuck here. So we might as well have as much fun while we're here as possible, right? Kill things, learn to kill things, and go to parties. That, my friends, is the life." He smiled mischievously once more.

Cyll shrugged. "I do have to say it is fun here. It beats regular school by a mile." She replied, smiling. "Though I've been to almost no parties, these guys don't tend to make crowded spaces easy for me." She gestured to her wolves heads while talking.

Cyll did not hear the growl, but two of her head did, turning to regard Cal while Cyll was distracted. They seemed to stare at him, as if trying to determine if he was a threat or not, sniffing the air as they looked at him.

The Wendigo seemed momentarily cowed but resurged, momentarily taking control of Cal's body causing its skeleton-esque appearance to phase in and began snarling at the dog-things. Thankfully, Cal regained control before the Wendigo outed him too much.
He looked away, trying to hide in his oversized coat and hat.

The two wolves heads were not cowed by the Wendigo, seeing this as a challenge to their mind master. They barked in response, bearing fangs before Cyll whirled to them, giving them the mental command to stand down. She didn't see the Wendigo form herself, so she was unaware of what caused them to react.

"Sorry, they get like that sometimes." She said, her smile becoming more nervous and embarrassed.

[Aona]

"Exactly!" Parat shouted enthusiastically, giving an exaggerated thumbs-up.

"We're all, more or less, stuck here. So we might as well have as much fun while we're here as possible, right? Kill things, learn to kill things, and go to parties. That, my friends, is the life." He smiled mischievously once more.

Cyll shrugged. "I do have to say it is fun here. It beats regular school by a mile." She replied, smiling. "Though I've been to almost no parties, these guys don't tend to make crowded spaces easy for me." She gestured to her wolves heads while talking.

Parat's face flickered, and appeared to show genuine concern and stress. He pointed at her with one of the butts of the pistols, his face seeming to be solving a serious problem.

"We need to change that. Like, soon. Wolves are awesome additions to parties."

[Joshulia]

"You're Cthulhu's kid, right? I heard you were here, never actually believed the rumors....." His sentences had started off strong, pausing slightly after the question before continuing on when he cast a reassuring glance at the student's tentacles. Then, however, he trailed off, distracted by a number of things ranging between the fact that a pipe just died and trying to remember what he'd had for breakfast. "Oh yeah, wait...no, not disinterested, just, uh, bored out of my mind." He quickly followed, slightly laughing and allowing a slight smile to grace his face.

"Kid? I suppose that's one way to put it, yes. Technically more of a mental spawn, but yeah, 'kid' works."

He nodded sagely. "Honestly, I feel the same way too much. Perhaps some variety, besides this meaningless hubbub would do us all well. Socializing is all well and good I suppose, but not if there isn't a direct topic to discuss." His eyes changed to a slightly lighter tone.

"Such as how stupid socializing is."

"Eh, I like socializing, it's the introductions I hate though," Azrael replied, letting his gaze drift to the groups massing in front of them, the shows of strength and witty remarks came by the boatload, words were precious things, why waste them on mindless droning, "by the way, I'm Azrael, nice you meet you Mind Spawn of a God Monster."

[Charmera]

Cyll shrugged. "I do have to say it is fun here. It beats regular school by a mile." She replied, smiling. "Though I've been to almost no parties, these guys don't tend to make crowded spaces easy for me." She gestured to her wolves heads while talking.

Parat's face flickered, and appeared to show genuine concern and stress. He pointed at her with one of the butts of the pistols, his face seeming to be solving a serious problem.

"We need to change that. Like, soon. Wolves are awesome additions to parties."

Cyll was taken aback by the concern in his face. It went without saying not many people would mind if the floating and slightly creepy wolf girl wasn't at their party... or near them at all. "Okay..." She replied, her head cocking slightly. "How exactly are wolves a good addition to parties? Not that I would mind going to one..."

[Aona]

"Eh, I like socializing, it's the introductions I hate though," Azrael replied, letting his gaze drift to the groups massing in front of them, the shows of strength and witty remarks came by the boatload, words were precious things, why waste them on mindless droning, "by the way, I'm Azrael, nice you meet you Mind Spawn of a God Monster."

"Oh, please. So formal. Tlthonl. Privileged."

He spun around to the first year. "And don't you think you get an extra introduction. Welcome to the Academy, if you aren't dead or insane in a week, you and I will get along just fine. What made you join?"

---

"Um. Excuse me. How are wolves NOT a good addition to a party??" Parat asked, shocked by her reluctance. "They're WOLVES! They're, like, the ultimate badasses. And an extra floating badass chick isn't a bad addition either. All parties need a little bad-assery. And I can only provide so much." He grinned his toothy grin once again.

[Charmera]

"Um. Excuse me. How are wolves NOT a good addition to a party??" Parat asked, shocked by her reluctance. "They're WOLVES! They're, like, the ultimate badasses. And an extra floating badass chick isn't a bad addition either. All parties need a little bad-assery. And I can only provide so much." He grinned his toothy grin once again.

Cyll blushed slightly at the compliment, a small smile appearing on her face once again. It wasn't exactly the most conventional compliment, but Cyll didn't care, it was still nice to hear. "Thanks... but I'm not that 'badass'... I mean you have angels and demons here. And your a gunslinging robot. Thats pretty awesome." She replied, sure she could be especially fierce in combat or when she was pissed and she was basically a floating pack of hive minded wolves controlled by her, but she didn't exactly consider herself impressive. Part of her problem was her especially low self esteem, the other part being her pent up rage. "Though I guess I can't exactly make the party worse..."

[Hetland 2]

Cyll blushed slightly at the compliment, a small smile appearing on her face once again. It wasn't exactly the most conventional compliment, but Cyll didn't care, it was still nice to hear. "Thanks... but I'm not that 'badass'... I mean you have angels and demons here. And your a gunslinging robot. Thats pretty awesome." She replied, sure she could be especially fierce in combat or when she was pissed and she was basically a floating pack of hive minded wolves controlled by her, but she didn't exactly consider herself impressive. Part of her problem was her especially low self esteem, the other part being her pent up rage. "Though I guess I can't exactly make the party worse..."

Cal walked up closer to the group, "I-its alright... I'm used to animals hating me. And people too..." He was still mostly tucked into his oversized clothes.
"Sorry... But... I guess I'm in group B."

[Lavan Tiri]

"Eh, I like socializing, it's the introductions I hate though," Azrael replied, letting his gaze drift to the groups massing in front of them, the shows of strength and witty remarks came by the boatload, words were precious things, why waste them on mindless droning, "by the way, I'm Azrael, nice you meet you Mind Spawn of a God Monster."

"Oh, please. So formal. Tlthonl. Privileged."

He spun around to the first year. "And don't you think you get an extra introduction. Welcome to the Academy, if you aren't dead or insane in a week, you and I will get along just fine. What made you join?"

"Pssh. Don't listen to Salty. Insane people are fun to be around!" Moloch laughed, picking up his hat and replacing it on his head. "I mean, look at me! Batshit crazy, anf everyone likes me!" He grinned evilly, green eyes glittering with amusement. "And those who don't tend to vanish into the belly of Niffilheim."

[Jainun]

After nodding several times, he noticed the girl looking into his eyes. She's mine he thinks smugly. Then he hears the proctor mention punching they're partner in the the face. He sees Violet raise her arm and punch him straight in the nose. As he falls back one thought is going through his mind "I like this girl" and as he hits the ground "A lot"

He gets up slowly and looks Violet in the eyes "You know there could've been a better way to agree with me" Now pulling back his arm he punches her in the face, not very hard but enough to show he doesn't fuck around "I have to admit, this class is starting to grow on me"

"Meh," she replied, massaging the new red spot on her cheek, "Math is kind of a trivial thing to me. I've always just...known the answer. It's a weird thing, ya' know? Having all the laws of nature at your control. Speaking of which, what do you do? I mean, you don't outwardly scream Demon, or Midnight or anything." Her eyes slowly transitioned from a muddy green, to bright red, settling on a contemplative shade of cerulean as she tilted her head to one side like a cockatoo. I wonder what sport this guy does...I'l ask him later. Gods, I hope he's not one of those obnoxious football guys, she thought. There would be no point in starting another Drum Corps vs. Pro Football debate.

Having one of his usual day dreams, Sebastien snaps back to attention and moves back over to Violet. "Sorry my mind tends to drift off at odd moments" he sighs awkwardly "oh and I'm a werewolf, I try to keep out of that form most of the time, I usually lose my sense of humanity when I'm a beast" he notices her eyes changing colors "That's really cool, what you do with your eyes, speaking of, what form of New God, Midnight, or Demon are you?"

Alexandria hates fighting usually, so she disappeared and ditched class and went sightseeing. This had become a regular occurrence for her last year and old habits die hard. She liked pulling little pranks on those who weren't in class as well. But seeing as there was no one around she simply hid where she always does. The Cafeteria lobby

[Aona]

Cyll blushed slightly at the compliment, a small smile appearing on her face once again. It wasn't exactly the most conventional compliment, but Cyll didn't care, it was still nice to hear. "Thanks... but I'm not that 'badass'... I mean you have angels and demons here. And your a gunslinging robot. Thats pretty awesome." She replied, sure she could be especially fierce in combat or when she was pissed and she was basically a floating pack of hive minded wolves controlled by her, but she didn't exactly consider herself impressive. Part of her problem was her especially low self esteem, the other part being her pent up rage. "Though I guess I can't exactly make the party worse..."

"Of course not! THAT'S what I like to hear!" Parat exclaimed jubilantly. "Of course, we'll now need to confirm that." A mischievous grin spread to his face, complimenting the sun's glint on his goggles. Stretching his arms outwards and upwards, he exclaimed loudly:

"It's decided! We must have an amazing first-week-of-the-year party! And it will be amazing!"