Academy of the Almost Gods (IC-CLOSED)

[Joshulia]

It was a ragtag group at first, I mean, thirty "Wizards" isn't much when you're fighting the armies of Hell, Heaven, and the Night, but it turns out, some Angels didn't didn't think we were all that bad as a race. After that we started getting more and more members of more and more variety, mainly young activists rebelling against their assorted hierarchies. Called ourselves the Almost Gods and fancied ourselves Crusaders for a better world, even built huge, walled fortresses to house our warriors. And it worked, it's amazing who'll listen to you when you have an army at your back; we were able to prevent a war that would've killed us all. That was twenty years ago.

No one fights fair. Not Heaven, Hell, or us. You fight the war that hasn't even been declared yet and you goddamn better win. We all knew that going in. But at this point, we're not winning. Hell, we're not even a player.

We lost most our numbers to assassination, betrayal, and just flat out desertion, nearly all our our keeps sit in ruin, and of the original thirty, six remain alive. There's me, Yvette, Tony, Jason, Alek, and Nacy.........Yvette's in an asylum in Belgium, driven mad by torture recived not in Hell, but Heaven. Tony and Jason are in comas, they'd actually just decided to get married when a group of "muggers" left the two most powerful men I know bloodied and dying in a goddamn back alley.

No no, I'm fine, I just haven't thought about it in.....years.

Alek's.....God who knows where, he went off to survey what "may be a new breed of Midnights" popping up in bumfuck Austria, but he never came back. I know he's alive because every so often he broadcasts his thoughts to the six of us. He only screams. And Nacy, sweet Nacy, she was only sixteen when all this started you know, was bitten by a vampire and is currently leading their charge against Humanity. And me, I wasn't the strongest, smartest, or even the tallest, but now I am. And now I have to step up.

So that's why I opened this school. That's why I opened our ranks to.....children. And that's why, if we're gonna survive this, we need all the goddamn help we can.

So, is it a yes, or a no?.........

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DUN DUN DA DA DUN DUN DA DA DUN DUN....Leading off into the Game of thrones theme.......a montage of characters and the actors, preferably in combat........and a sword flies upwards, leaving a trail of blood in its wake before panning up to see the blood now spells "The Academy of Almost Gods"
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"Hello, welcome to the Academy of the Almost Gods, a school focused primarily on both the training and mental bettering of its students! Here are your yearly schedules and older students are free to make their way to block one, or have lunch in the cafeteria. Year ones however are encouraged to stay with me and enjoy the your of our lush campus!

The Academy of Almost Gods

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Class Schedule
Given and/or Used Name Sebastien Krepps
Class B
1. Math and Arithmetic
2. Chemistry and Varying Sciences
3. Supernatural and Mortal History
4. Weaponry
5. Athletics
6. Sport or Athletic (Football)

The Academy of Almost Gods

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Class Schedule
Given and/or Used Name- Moloch
Class D
1. Math and Arithmetic
2. Chemistry and Varying Sciences
3. Supernatural and Mortal History
4. Spiritual Studies
5. Magical Studies
6. Advanced Weaponry

The Academy of Almost Gods

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Class Schedule
Given and/or Used Name- Amina Pickman
Class B
1. Math and Arithmetic
2. Chemistry and Varying Sciences
3. Supernatural and Mortal History
4. Magical Studies
5. Advanced Studies
6. Applied Combat

The Academy of Almost Gods

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Class Schedule
Given and/or Used Name- Tlthonl (pronounced 'Tul-thon-ul', you uncultured bastard), Later-Born Son of Cthulu, Salty
Class A
1. Math and Arithmetic
2. Chemistry and Varying Sciences
3. Supernatural and Mortal History
4. Spiritual Studies
5. Advanced Studies
6. Sports or Athletics (Baseball)

"Alright, everyone ready? Great, time to begin! As you may have noticed, all buildings, academic or otherwise, are partially submerged underground, as well as the fact that a large metallic wall rings the campus. Both are comprised of Iron, a natural defense against magical, supernatural, and earthly attacks. Moving on along the pathway, made of stone mind you, that runs throughout campus, attaching building to building, we can see the three main academic buildings; Sigma, Omega, and Epsilon. Each one is a carbon copy of the other, a simple black rectangular box, excluding the Greek lettering placed directly above it's, otherwise devoid of marking, entrance. Sigma is the academic building where core classes are taught, Omega holds Magical and Spiritual lessons, and Epsilon is basically a huge shooting range and wrestling may for combat and weapons. Next we have the sports field, an area maintained to corral most, if not all, sports one may think up. It's also the Athletics area for those if you who signed up for that abuse. Hehe, I joke, but seriously, those couches creep me the hell out....... Oh look, the Cafeteria, basically a giant can that was cut in half and reinforced with rebar and spray painted plywood. Next are the dormitories, a pair of buildings, Classes A and D in one, and B and C in the other. We hope the A's will rub off of the D's. Speaking of rubbing off, the rooms accommodate two and are coed. Finally we have the staff building. You don't ever go in there. And that's the tour, now get to class before I write you all up for detention. Hahahahah, now.

[Jainun]

September 2nd 2014
Sebastien's Perspective
Main Floor

After the semi boring reception and receiving of the schedule, Sebastien felt a little sick. He was prone to this first day jitters and all that, the fact that his Werewolf instincts told him to run, or maybe it was the ever impending doom that did it, he never knew. He quickly read his schedule and found he'd be in Math class for first period. Always a waste of his bloody time, never gonna use half this shit and it certainly wouldn't save him if he was fighting an angel, unless of course he said the number 666. Luckily he had all of his electives, including football which he'd of course be the star of team, his inhuman strength gave him a very obvious advantage over the mortals.

As an old and bad habit, he ran his sharpened nails along the wall leaving deep grooves, he often did this when he was nervous. Well that and howl in the middle of the night, his roommate would have a hell of a fun time sleeping. Speaking of, he had no idea who his roommate would be, maybe someone he could flirt with and then drive away leading to forever awkward nights. But none of that mattered right now because he must first find his math class.

Quickly scampering and asking questions around the school he finally found his class within the Sigma building just before the beginning bell rang. He sat down in a seat near the back, his enhanced sight and hearing allowed him to take notes as well as any mortal in the front. He sat down waiting for the final bell to ring and for the start of class and the beginning of a new life

[The BaRen]

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"C'mon, you bastard," Nero mumbled, "I need holes, not dents you cunt mother (Insert plenty of cursing)!"

Bang! Bang! Pop!

"Aha!"

Nero shouted with joy, placing a bit of pot over a couple of the holes in the Coke can and using a Zippo lighter to light them. Nero sucked down the delicious wonder plant, blinking after taking the huge hit. Nero looked up from where he was sitting, aka in front of the doors to the cafeteria, eying down everyone that came up with an attitude. "Bitches, bruh," Nero mumbled to himself, taking another hit on the makeshift can pipe. Nero put his headphones over his ears, turning the song that was on: On My Way, Machine Gun Kelly, up to full volume.

[Por]

Another day, another year at the Academy.

Damien Sanguine sighed as he left the assembly, which always bored him to death. Damien went to his first class of the day, which was math, which was also his least favorite class of the day. Damien sighed as he leaned back in his seat in the class room, wondering if this year would be normal, or if something terrible would be happening.

[Lavan Tiri]

So much hot dog. Soooooo much, whispered the voices. Moloch liked the voices. They told him of cheese, and how Jack Bauer put Kate's virginity back. On a whim, Moloch began to skip toward so building or other, pausing occasionally to kick that annoying snake that followed him( it was his leg), or to chew on a random stranger's head. Head so tasty. So much tasty for ZIM! yelled the voices, prompting the Mad God to chew on his own wrist. After a long, convoluted quarter hour, Moloch finally made it into the building. Follow the Skyrim smell, and a slut you shall find!! the voices giggled, as Moloch grinned and followed the smell of mead, entering a yellow eggshell and sitting on a doggie's lap. "Hello. My name's Moloch. For this week, at least. Maybe next week I'll take up hatmakering as a job, but till then, Moloch is me, but I'm not him. A'ight?"

[Vesperis]

It didn't exactly matter where Alemianaedein went, you would know she was there whether you wanted to or not. If she was speaking, you could hear her voice no matter what volume she spoke at. It was clear, melodic, and damn did it stick out in a crowd. If she wasn't speaking, a rare occasion in such a social time at school, you could still hear her. For from every possible spot to hang something off of her backpack, there was something hanging off her backpack. Collectible charms and key chains, glittery things and rows of fake gems. It was her "fae instinct" as her siblings called it. To collect glittery things. They didn't have nearly as many manufactured things in the faerie realm. It delighted the hell out of her, and she had been collecting since she started school there. The only problem was the number of bells and metal pieces would jingle together in a hardly describably symphony of noise. It wasn't annoying per say, but it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Walking along the paths among the throngs of other students, the noise certainly drew eyes to the petite little faerie. She wore a smile on her face and had a runway-like strut. And for a multitude of reasons, only some of them good and moral, she was excited for this year. She found her way to the first class, joyfully reuniting with classmates like a human teenage girl, and wandered in to her first class. Her eyes scanned the room quickly. No one she knew, yet. Might as well be social.

She found herself sitting down in the chair right in front of a boy she was pretty sure she knew at some point. His name was Sebastien, but hell if she could remember. Maybe she had borrowed a pencil from him, or knew a friend of a friend of a friend? It was better than nothing. She placed her elbows on his desk and rested her head in her hands, flashing a smile. She had to look up to even meet his eyes, even sitting down. "Don't I know you?" She asked in a bright tone.

[Lavan Tiri]

It didn't exactly matter where Alemianaedein went, you would know she was there whether you wanted to or not. If she was speaking, you could hear her voice no matter what volume she spoke at. It was clear, melodic, and damn did it stick out in a crowd. If she wasn't speaking, a rare occasion in such a social time at school, you could still hear her. For from every possible spot to hang something off of her backpack, there was something hanging off her backpack. Collectible charms and key chains, glittery things and rows of fake gems. It was her "fae instinct" as her siblings called it. To collect glittery things. They didn't have nearly as many manufactured things in the faerie realm. It delighted the hell out of her, and she had been collecting since she started school there. The only problem was the number of bells and metal pieces would jingle together in a hardly describably symphony of noise. It wasn't annoying per say, but it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Walking along the paths among the throngs of other students, the noise certainly drew eyes to the petite little faerie. She wore a smile on her face and had a runway-like strut. And for a multitude of reasons, only some of them good and moral, she was excited for this year. She found her way to the first class, joyfully reuniting with classmates like a human teenage girl, and wandered in to her first class. Her eyes scanned the room quickly. No one she knew, yet. Might as well be social.

She found herself sitting down in the chair right in front of a boy she was pretty sure she knew at some point. His name was Sebastien, but hell if she could remember. Maybe she had borrowed a pencil from him, or knew a friend of a friend of a friend? It was better than nothing. She placed her elbows on his desk and rested her head in her hands, flashing a smile. She had to look up to even meet his eyes, even sitting down. "Don't I know you?" She asked in a bright tone.

Moloch noted as a pretty girl entered the room. Go and steal her head! We needs some for us cerebellum! yelled the voices, and Moloch cackled. Or did he snort? He bit his thumb to find out, and decided that he'd snorted. Then, after confirming this, he strode over and stuck out his hand to the girl. "Herro, miss lady person."

[Arana]

Luke had spent most of the reception reading, since none of it seemed to be all that important. In order to save himself from having to look up from his book, which happened to be, interestingly enough, Dante's Inferno, whenever something would be pointed out, he'd just look at it through another student's eyes. In other words, he'd just poke into their head and see what it looked like, without having to stop reading. He had hoped to be able to get through class that way, but then he'd probably be expected to pay full attention. Well, there was always after class. When the reception was over, he put in his headphones in and turned on Pandora on his phone. The first song that came on was "Legacy" by Eminem, which was one of the songs he particularly liked. Smiling, he got up and started walking to class, still reading. This proved to be a mistake. When he was walking near the cafeteria, he suddenly found himself on the ground, his book and the contents of his backpack, mostly other books, spilled out on the ground. The fall had also caused his tail to come out from under his clothes, and was now in his face. Brushing himself off, he stood up and started gathering all his books, oblivious to the fact that there was somebody else there.

[Illan]

Vizil Z'Kalis, Son of Poseidon

Vizil was still a bit groggy from his abrupt wake up this morning. One of the frat guys thought it would be funny to slam his face with a damn coconut cream pie and smack him to wake him up. Rather rudely, but he came to expect it with his living conditions. He chuckled a bit, as he usually did. He'd get them back later; that damn Harpy was always a bit of a prankster. But he was a good cook.

Vizil dozed off during the Headmaster's usual speech, but he got the vibe. Same shit, different school year. He's heard the Headmaster speak before, he got the gist of it. He was still a bit exhausted though. He wore a tight fitting waterproof shirt and pants under a grey hoodie with a hexagonal design over it; it was a design he rather liked, and it kept him warm. So that was enough. This, complemented with a pair of cargo pants, didn't look half bad. At least, not on a Merfolk man. He disliked wearing the tight, nearly spandex-like garb under him, but it kept his clothes from getting soaked. So it was alright.

He walked into his first class, Math and Arithmetic. Oh joy. What a wonderful class to have first thing in the morning. Vizil sighed; he enjoyed spiritual and magical classes over these, but he had to put up with them. At least he saw a few familiar faces. He knew nearly everyone on campus; he had an insane memory and capacity to out names with faces. He saw a pair of familiar faces, and approached them.

"Morning, Sebastien, Alem. How art you two?" Vizil said with a very friendly tone. He had an odd fashion of dialect, just one he used naturally. But he didn't mind it, it was....distinguishing. He sat next to the Fae and the human, taking a drink of the bottle of water in his hand he nearly forgot about completely.

[The BaRen]

Luke had spent most of the reception reading, since none of it seemed to be all that important. In order to save himself from having to look up from his book, which happened to be, interestingly enough, Dante's Inferno, whenever something would be pointed out, he'd just look at it through another student's eyes. In other words, he'd just poke into their head and see what it looked like, without having to stop reading. He had hoped to be able to get through class that way, but then he'd probably be expected to pay full attention. Well, there was always after class. When the reception was over, he put in his headphones in and turned on Pandora on his phone. The first song that came on was "Legacy" by Eminem, which was one of the songs he particularly liked. Smiling, he got up and started walking to class, still reading. This proved to be a mistake. When he was walking near the cafeteria, he suddenly found himself on the ground, his book and the contents of his backpack, mostly other books, spilled out on the ground. The fall had also caused his tail to come out from under his clothes, and was now in his face. Brushing himself off, he stood up and started gathering all his books, oblivious to the fact that there was somebody else there.

"Son of a bitch!" Nero shouted, staring at the heresy that had befallen him. "My... My... My pot."

The weed was on the ground. Nero quickly picked it up and putting it back on his can, flashing the guy that had tripped over him a dirty look.

"What the fuck man? Can't you see I'm getting buzzed here?"

Nero hit the aluminum pipe again, puffing out smoke in the direction of the guy, slamming his foot on one of the guys' books.

[Arana]

Luke had spent most of the reception reading, since none of it seemed to be all that important. In order to save himself from having to look up from his book, which happened to be, interestingly enough, Dante's Inferno, whenever something would be pointed out, he'd just look at it through another student's eyes. In other words, he'd just poke into their head and see what it looked like, without having to stop reading. He had hoped to be able to get through class that way, but then he'd probably be expected to pay full attention. Well, there was always after class. When the reception was over, he put in his headphones in and turned on Pandora on his phone. The first song that came on was "Legacy" by Eminem, which was one of the songs he particularly liked. Smiling, he got up and started walking to class, still reading. This proved to be a mistake. When he was walking near the cafeteria, he suddenly found himself on the ground, his book and the contents of his backpack, mostly other books, spilled out on the ground. The fall had also caused his tail to come out from under his clothes, and was now in his face. Brushing himself off, he stood up and started gathering all his books, oblivious to the fact that there was somebody else there.

"Son of a bitch!" Nero shouted, staring at the heresy that had befallen him. "My... My... My pot."

The weed was on the ground. Nero quickly picked it up and putting it back on his can, flashing the guy that had tripped over him a dirty look.

"What the fuck man? Can't you see I'm getting buzzed here?"

Nero hit the aluminum pipe again, puffing out smoke in the direction of the guy, slamming his foot on one of the guys' books.

Luke turned around, having not noticed the kid until now, "Oh shit, sorry... didn't see you sitting there..."

His expression changed when he saw the kid standing on one of his books. Well, now he was pissed. Giving an equally dirt look back, he started picking up the rest of his books. His tail was out behind his back, just kind of lying there.

"Hey, better question, why the hell are you smoking out of a can of soda anyways? Class starts in a few minutes. You really want to be late on the first day? And can you get your foot off my book?"

[Jainun]

It didn't exactly matter where Alemianaedein went, you would know she was there whether you wanted to or not. If she was speaking, you could hear her voice no matter what volume she spoke at. It was clear, melodic, and damn did it stick out in a crowd. If she wasn't speaking, a rare occasion in such a social time at school, you could still hear her. For from every possible spot to hang something off of her backpack, there was something hanging off her backpack. Collectible charms and key chains, glittery things and rows of fake gems. It was her "fae instinct" as her siblings called it. To collect glittery things. They didn't have nearly as many manufactured things in the faerie realm. It delighted the hell out of her, and she had been collecting since she started school there. The only problem was the number of bells and metal pieces would jingle together in a hardly describably symphony of noise. It wasn't annoying per say, but it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Walking along the paths among the throngs of other students, the noise certainly drew eyes to the petite little faerie. She wore a smile on her face and had a runway-like strut. And for a multitude of reasons, only some of them good and moral, she was excited for this year. She found her way to the first class, joyfully reuniting with classmates like a human teenage girl, and wandered in to her first class. Her eyes scanned the room quickly. No one she knew, yet. Might as well be social.

She found herself sitting down in the chair right in front of a boy she was pretty sure she knew at some point. His name was Sebastien, but hell if she could remember. Maybe she had borrowed a pencil from him, or knew a friend of a friend of a friend? It was better than nothing. She placed her elbows on his desk and rested her head in her hands, flashing a smile. She had to look up to even meet his eyes, even sitting down. "Don't I know you?" She asked in a bright tone.

Sebastien watches the girl walk into the room and wow was she a beauty, he quickly sat up straighter as she sat in front of him. She looked very familiar, probably from another class last year. She's been here the same amount of time as he's been here, her name was a long one that he couldn't remember. He catches his breath as she turns around and looks at him, yea he's definitely seen her before. She meets his eyes and smiles with bright white teeth "Don't I know you?" I stare for a second and the regained my composure and smile. "Yea, I believe we've met before, I'd definitely remember a face like yours, although I'm sorry to say I don't remember your name correctly" Saying this just before the school party animal or more specifically, fish, Vizil walks in

[Por]

Damien looked around the room and laughed a bit as the fairy girl entered. Actually, it was so much her entering, as that one kid's line. It was an old, but still effective one. Damien looked at the faces, recognizing them from the past four years of seeing them around. He didn't really know them, he had mostly hung out with students that no longer attended the Academy, mostly due to death.

Damien sighed and shot the fae a smile before closing his eyes to take a nap.

[Vesperis]

Moloch noted as a pretty girl entered the room. Go and steal her head! We needs some for us cerebellum! yelled the voices, and Moloch cackled. Or did he snort? He bit his thumb to find out, and decided that he'd snorted. Then, after confirming this, he strode over and stuck out his hand to the girl. "Herro, miss lady person."

Alem's eyes softly wandered over to the boy who extended his hand to her. She gave a friendly, if not playful, grin in his direction and took his hand for a hand shake. It was one of a diplomat, though not nearly as strong in her small hands.

Sebastien watches the girl walk into the room and wow was she a beauty, he quickly sat up straighter as she sat in front of him. She looked very familiar, probably from another class last year. She's been here the same amount of time as he's been here, her name was a long one that he couldn't remember. He catches his breath as she turns around and looks at him, yea he's definitely seen her before. She meets his eyes and smiles with bright white teeth "Don't I know you?" I stare for a second and the regained my composure and smile. "Yea, I believe we've met before, I'd definitely remember a face like yours, although I'm sorry to say I don't remember your name correctly" Saying this just before the school party animal or more specifically, fish, Vizil walks in

Her smile was bright as ever as she returned to the gaze of the boy she had been talking to a moment ago. His composure had changed just slightly, and she found it absolutely wonderful. A slight bashful laugh tugs at her lips at his comment and she leans in just a tiny bit more. That is, until another familiar voice caught her ear.

Vizil Z'Kalis, Son of Poseidon

Vizil was still a bit groggy from his abrupt wake up this morning. One of the frat guys thought it would be funny to slam his face with a damn coconut cream pie and smack him to wake him up. Rather rudely, but he came to expect it with his living conditions. He chuckled a bit, as he usually did. He'd get them back later; that damn Harpy was always a bit of a prankster. But he was a good cook.

Vizil dozed off during the Headmaster's usual speech, but he got the vibe. Same shit, different school year. He's heard the Headmaster speak before, he got the gist of it. He was still a bit exhausted though. He wore a tight fitting waterproof shirt and pants under a grey hoodie with a hexagonal design over it; it was a design he rather liked, and it kept him warm. So that was enough. This, complemented with a pair of cargo pants, didn't look half bad. At least, not on a Merfolk man. He disliked wearing the tight, nearly spandex-like garb under him, but it kept his clothes from getting soaked. So it was alright.

He walked into his first class, Math and Arithmetic. Oh joy. What a wonderful class to have first thing in the morning. Vizil sighed; he enjoyed spiritual and magical classes over these, but he had to put up with them. At least he saw a few familiar faces. He knew nearly everyone on campus; he had an insane memory and capacity to out names with faces. He saw a pair of familiar faces, and approached them.

"Morning, Sebastien, Alem. How art you two?" Vizil said with a very friendly tone. He had an odd fashion of dialect, just one he used naturally. But he didn't mind it, it was....distinguishing. He sat next to the Fae and the human, taking a drink of the bottle of water in his hand he nearly forgot about completely.

"Sebastien! That was your name, now I remember!" She said to Sebastien before turning to Vizil. Especially sitting down, Alem had to look up to meet his face. It was one of the few things that bugged her about being with people who were not of her kind, they were always so damn tall. "Vizil! I'm feeling wonderful, thank you! " Her voice rang out like a chorus, filled with the feeling of pure happiness and a drizzle of sweetness. She tossed a lock of hair behind her back. "Did you two enjoy your break?"

[Por]

Vizil was one person that Damien remembered easily. Once he entered, Damien couldn't help himself, he had to walk over and say hey. He joined the group, flashing his school-famous smile at all three.

"Hey Vizil, Sebastian," he said, acknowledging the two, "And, hold on, I'm GOING to say your name. Alem....an... Alema... Ummm... Yeah, I give up."

Damien smiled and looked at everyone in the classroom.

[Vesperis]

Vizil was one person that Damien remembered easily. Once he entered, Damien couldn't help himself, he had to walk over and say hey. He joined the group, flashing his school-famous smile at all three.

"Hey Vizil, Sebastian," he said, acknowledging the two, "And, hold on, I'm GOING to say your name. Alem....an... Alema... Ummm... Yeah, I give up."

Damien smiled and looked at everyone in the classroom.

Alem grinned and almost laughed at the sound of Damien trying to repeat her name. She placed her head in her hands once more and blinked innocently. "Aw, but it's so simple." She tilted her head to the side slightly. "Alemianaedein." She said in a speed and accent that let you know that, no matter how slowly or how many times she repeated it, you would only have a failing grasp on the confusing syllables. "Pretty sure you always called me Alem though."

[Jainun]

Moloch noted as a pretty girl entered the room. Go and steal her head! We needs some for us cerebellum! yelled the voices, and Moloch cackled. Or did he snort? He bit his thumb to find out, and decided that he'd snorted. Then, after confirming this, he strode over and stuck out his hand to the girl. "Herro, miss lady person."

Alem's eyes softly wandered over to the boy who extended his hand to her. She gave a friendly, if not playful, grin in his direction and took his hand for a hand shake. It was one of a diplomat, though not nearly as strong in her small hands.

Sebastien watches the girl walk into the room and wow was she a beauty, he quickly sat up straighter as she sat in front of him. She looked very familiar, probably from another class last year. She's been here the same amount of time as he's been here, her name was a long one that he couldn't remember. He catches his breath as she turns around and looks at him, yea he's definitely seen her before. She meets his eyes and smiles with bright white teeth "Don't I know you?" I stare for a second and the regained my composure and smile. "Yea, I believe we've met before, I'd definitely remember a face like yours, although I'm sorry to say I don't remember your name correctly" Saying this just before the school party animal or more specifically, fish, Vizil walks in

Her smile was bright as ever as she returned to the gaze of the boy she had been talking to a moment ago. His composure had changed just slightly, and she found it absolutely wonderful. A slight bashful laugh tugs at her lips at his comment and she leans in just a tiny bit more. That is, until another familiar voice caught her ear.

Vizil Z'Kalis, Son of Poseidon

Vizil was still a bit groggy from his abrupt wake up this morning. One of the frat guys thought it would be funny to slam his face with a damn coconut cream pie and smack him to wake him up. Rather rudely, but he came to expect it with his living conditions. He chuckled a bit, as he usually did. He'd get them back later; that damn Harpy was always a bit of a prankster. But he was a good cook.

Vizil dozed off during the Headmaster's usual speech, but he got the vibe. Same shit, different school year. He's heard the Headmaster speak before, he got the gist of it. He was still a bit exhausted though. He wore a tight fitting waterproof shirt and pants under a grey hoodie with a hexagonal design over it; it was a design he rather liked, and it kept him warm. So that was enough. This, complemented with a pair of cargo pants, didn't look half bad. At least, not on a Merfolk man. He disliked wearing the tight, nearly spandex-like garb under him, but it kept his clothes from getting soaked. So it was alright.

He walked into his first class, Math and Arithmetic. Oh joy. What a wonderful class to have first thing in the morning. Vizil sighed; he enjoyed spiritual and magical classes over these, but he had to put up with them. At least he saw a few familiar faces. He knew nearly everyone on campus; he had an insane memory and capacity to out names with faces. He saw a pair of familiar faces, and approached them.

"Morning, Sebastien, Alem. How art you two?" Vizil said with a very friendly tone. He had an odd fashion of dialect, just one he used naturally. But he didn't mind it, it was....distinguishing. He sat next to the Fae and the human, taking a drink of the bottle of water in his hand he nearly forgot about completely.

"Sebastien! That was your name, now I remember!" She said to Sebastien before turning to Vizil. Especially sitting down, Alem had to look up to meet his face. It was one of the few things that bugged her about being with people who were not of her kind, they were always so damn tall. "Vizil! I'm feeling wonderful, thank you! " Her voice rang out like a chorus, filled with the feeling of pure happiness and a drizzle of sweetness. She tossed a lock of hair behind her back. "Did you two enjoy your break?"

A soft laugh past through the fae's lips and Sebastien could see her lean forward slightly. Then the party fish waltzes into the picture "Morning Sebastien, Alem, how are you two?" Feeling slightly disappointed he realizes that the fae apparently named Alem is talking to him. "Oh yea your name's Alemianaedein, right...how'd I remember that? Anyways, to answer both your questions, it was good, except for an embarrassing little thing at the beginning of Summer and I'm doing well Vizil, I was doing even better just a moment ago in fact" Glances at Alem "So, Vizil how's the life of the party, oh and yo Damien, how's it hanging mate?"

[Joshulia]

The sharp click of boots began to fill the, relatively small, classroom; it's volume growing ever so steadily until it was cut off, rather abruptly. A moment passed before the sound's owner entered the room: a tall, white haired man, hardened with age despite appearing no older than 30. The boots were present, a worn leather pair, joining the rather ramshackle plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a dark pair of jeans. The air seemed to crackle with electricity the moment he arrived, silencing any conversations that hadn't already done so. He then began speaking in a tone that suggested both experience dealing with crowds, and one unburdened by them. "Welcome to Almost Gods Academy. A school that trains the best fighters, mages, and tacticians to ever come out of the four realms. We host hundreds, if not thousands, of species here, blah blah blah, diversity, blah blah blah, lucky, blah. Now, let's dispense with the formalities, my name is Ralevon, Jean Ralevon, and there are only a handful of reasons you'd come to this school. Some involve power hungry teens hoping to rule the world, others duty, and some, a select few, are simply here because they have nowhere else to go. I fall into the category as well. Any reason it is, I'll bet it has nothing to do with math. So, everybody up, grab your bags, were heading outside." Eager for the sunlight, almost hungering for it, the wizard walked over to, and pushed open the double doors that led into his classroom. The force caused them to slam open, and allowed the Headmaster to begin striding down the hall, not actually bothering to check if the students were following.

[Illan]

"My break was alright, face got covered in shaving cream every other day, my underwear was strung up on the house's flagpole. Damn newbies thinking they're hot stuff." Vizil said with a chuckle. It was always funny in retrospect, fun times were had. Much more fun than the quietness of the old village, but sometimes he liked to go back to that mindset. It was comforting, relaxing. He looked up from his water bottle and smiled at the Faerie, very widely. "How about thou, Alemianaedein? Thou seems awfully cheerful." He said with his continued grin, not skipping a beat with the name.

"Oh, an outside class? Wonderful! Let us go then, shall we?" Vizil said with happiness. Sun was much better for his body than the building was.

[Por]

Vizil was one person that Damien remembered easily. Once he entered, Damien couldn't help himself, he had to walk over and say hey. He joined the group, flashing his school-famous smile at all three.

"Hey Vizil, Sebastian," he said, acknowledging the two, "And, hold on, I'm GOING to say your name. Alem....an... Alema... Ummm... Yeah, I give up."

Damien smiled and looked at everyone in the classroom.

Alem grinned and almost laughed at the sound of Damien trying to repeat her name. She placed her head in her hands once more and blinked innocently. "Aw, but it's so simple." She tilted her head to the side slightly. "Alemianaedein." She said in a speed and accent that let you know that, no matter how slowly or how many times she repeated it, you would only have a failing grasp on the confusing syllables. "Pretty sure you always called me Alem though."

"I'm gonna get it one of these days." Damien said with a wink and a chuckle, "How are you, this fine day?"

Damien flashed his smile at the other two, before a look of astonishment took over his face as Sebastian said her name with ease. Damien just rolled his eyes and flung his hands in the air, laughing.

[Vesperis]

The sharp click of boots began to fill the, relatively small, classroom; it's volume growing ever so steadily until it was cut off, rather abruptly. A moment passed before the sound's owner entered the room: a tall, white haired man, hardened with age despite appearing no older than 30. The boots were present, a worn leather pair, joining the rather ramshackle plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a dark pair of jeans. The air seemed to crackle with electricity the moment he arrived, silencing any conversations that hadn't already done so. He then began speaking in a tone that suggested both experience dealing with crowds, and one unburdened by them. "Welcome to Almost Gods Academy. A school that trains the best fighters, mages, and tacticians to ever come out of the four realms. We host hundreds, if not thousands, of species here, blah blah blah, diversity, blah blah blah, lucky, blah. Now, let's dispense with the formalities, my name is Ralevon, Jean Ralevon, and there are only a handful of reasons you'd come to this school. Some involve power hungry teens hoping to rule the world, others duty, and some, a select few, are simply here because they have nowhere else to go. I fall into the category as well. Any reason it is, I'll bet it has nothing to do with math. So, everybody up, grab your bags, were heading outside." Eager for the sunlight, almost hungering for it, the wizard walked over to, and pushed open the double doors that led into his classroom. The force caused them to slam open, and allowed the Headmaster to begin striding down the hall, not actually bothering to check if the students were following.

Alem laughed along with Damien at the meere sound of people getting her name right. They didn't have the accent quite down, but it did in fact sound like her name. At least it was said phonetically. Two out of three got close enough, and she considered that a feat on it's own. In the now crowded room, a new face showed itself. She wasn't particularily paying attention until the speech came. Her attention was instantly drawn to the person who announced himself as Jean Ralevon. He was in as fast as he was out, and it absolutely piqued Alem's interest.

She grabbed up her bag, the cluster-fuck of charms jingling as she did so, and stood up. "I've heard stories about this teacher! I thiiink we should follow him." She seemed to trot off with the rest of the class, some restless and ready to get up, others confused and tired, but all following him out the door.

[Por]

The sharp click of boots began to fill the, relatively small, classroom; it's volume growing ever so steadily until it was cut off, rather abruptly. A moment passed before the sound's owner entered the room: a tall, white haired man, hardened with age despite appearing no older than 30. The boots were present, a worn leather pair, joining the rather ramshackle plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a dark pair of jeans. The air seemed to crackle with electricity the moment he arrived, silencing any conversations that hadn't already done so. He then began speaking in a tone that suggested both experience dealing with crowds, and one unburdened by them. "Welcome to Almost Gods Academy. A school that trains the best fighters, mages, and tacticians to ever come out of the four realms. We host hundreds, if not thousands, of species here, blah blah blah, diversity, blah blah blah, lucky, blah. Now, let's dispense with the formalities, my name is Ralevon, Jean Ralevon, and there are only a handful of reasons you'd come to this school. Some involve power hungry teens hoping to rule the world, others duty, and some, a select few, are simply here because they have nowhere else to go. I fall into the category as well. Any reason it is, I'll bet it has nothing to do with math. So, everybody up, grab your bags, were heading outside." Eager for the sunlight, almost hungering for it, the wizard walked over to, and pushed open the double doors that led into his classroom. The force caused them to slam open, and allowed the Headmaster to begin striding down the hall, not actually bothering to check if the students were following.

Alem laughed along with Damien at the meere sound of people getting her name right. They didn't have the accent quite down, but it did in fact sound like her name. At least it was said phonetically. Two out of three got close enough, and she considered that a feat on it's own. In the now crowded room, a new face showed itself. She wasn't particularily paying attention until the speech came. Her attention was instantly drawn to the person who announced himself as Jean Ralevon. He was in as fast as he was out, and it absolutely piqued Alem's interest.

She grabbed up her bag, the cluster-fuck of charms jingling as she did so, and stood up. "I've heard stories about this teacher! I thiiink we should follow him." She seemed to trot off with the rest of the class, some restless and ready to get up, others confused and tired, but all following him out the door.

Damien shrugged, and and followed after Alem and the teacher, changing his appearance slowly. His muscles became more pronounced as some joints switched. Before long, a horse was trotting after them. Damien, being a New Animal God, had the ability to turn into animals, and he used it whenever possible.

Before long, however, he realized that a horse was just too big, so he returned to normal.

[Jainun]

The sharp click of boots began to fill the, relatively small, classroom; it's volume growing ever so steadily until it was cut off, rather abruptly. A moment passed before the sound's owner entered the room: a tall, white haired man, hardened with age despite appearing no older than 30. The boots were present, a worn leather pair, joining the rather ramshackle plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a dark pair of jeans. The air seemed to crackle with electricity the moment he arrived, silencing any conversations that hadn't already done so. He then began speaking in a tone that suggested both experience dealing with crowds, and one unburdened by them. "Welcome to Almost Gods Academy. A school that trains the best fighters, mages, and tacticians to ever come out of the four realms. We host hundreds, if not thousands, of species here, blah blah blah, diversity, blah blah blah, lucky, blah. Now, let's dispense with the formalities, my name is Ralevon, Jean Ralevon, and there are only a handful of reasons you'd come to this school. Some involve power hungry teens hoping to rule the world, others duty, and some, a select few, are simply here because they have nowhere else to go. I fall into the category as well. Any reason it is, I'll bet it has nothing to do with math. So, everybody up, grab your bags, were heading outside." Eager for the sunlight, almost hungering for it, the wizard walked over to, and pushed open the double doors that led into his classroom. The force caused them to slam open, and allowed the Headmaster to begin striding down the hall, not actually bothering to check if the students were following.

Alem laughed along with Damien at the meere sound of people getting her name right. They didn't have the accent quite down, but it did in fact sound like her name. At least it was said phonetically. Two out of three got close enough, and she considered that a feat on it's own. In the now crowded room, a new face showed itself. She wasn't particularily paying attention until the speech came. Her attention was instantly drawn to the person who announced himself as Jean Ralevon. He was in as fast as he was out, and it absolutely piqued Alem's interest.

She grabbed up her bag, the cluster-fuck of charms jingling as she did so, and stood up. "I've heard stories about this teacher! I thiiink we should follow him." She seemed to trot off with the rest of the class, some restless and ready to get up, others confused and tired, but all following him out the door.

Shouldering his back pack, Sebastien follows Alem out the door, both eager and worried about this class and the teacher. As they continue to walk he plugs in his headphones and listens to some Green Day. And ca little curious, he watched Damien change form from human to horse and back to human, he wonders if he'll be able to do that one day.He studies Alem a bit more closely as they walk, in a way that'd be hard to explain if she turned around at this moment, but he doubted she'd look at him.

[Aona]

In which Tlthonl is late, for once

The reason being petty, as it usually was with Kdulituog. His older sibling never fully realized his potential, the spawn noted. Which was probably why he was sending him family-speak unchecked. Father-Mother would have been furious had it known.

WHERE ARE YOU
"I'm at school, Brother, you know this." His answer was irate, concise. They had gone over this many, many times before. He wished these calls would come in before he was walking to class.
OH OKAY YOU SHOULD COME KILL WITH ME
"I do not do that anymore, Kdul."
WHY
"Because I am training." The occasional glance from a student as to why a squid-man was talking to himself surfaced in front of Salty, but he chose to ignore them, as he usually did.
OH OKAY WELL I WANT TO GO SEE MOTHER-FATHER SO I WILL DO THAT
"It's aslee.....okay. Sure, Kdul. You go do that."
WE WILL GO HUNTING OTHER DAY
"Sure."

The creature tuned out at this time, and looked up at the clock outside the school yard. 5 minutes late. He closed his slimy, rather muscle-like eyelids and sighed deeply, which sounded surprisingly old and British. Bad habit. Still, it meant he was late, and this would simply ruin the rest of his day. He then noticed his entire class was outside. Again, another day-ruiner. He also noticed other students noticing Alem. He didn't notice the pixie herself, to be honest, but the other's desperate attempts at courting were amusing, at least. Walking up casually to listen to the rest of the teacher's spiel, he muttered to the pixie he now stood next to.

"You're awful. Teasing the poor children like this." He mock scoffed in mock pity.

[Illan]

Vizil walks along amicably at first, simply thinking. Tranquil thoughts, like cherry blossoms blooming or a gentle snowfall. Gods know why he did, but he sure as hell didn't. Some form of tranquility came over him looking out the window at the morning sun over the landscape of new students walking about. He knew he wouldn't leave the Academy for quite a bit, and that was just fine.

"So, Seb, Damien, how's it going so far?" The Merfolk asked in a kind, friendly, and all around jolly tone, chuckling to himself as Damien turned from human to horse and then to human again.