Elfen High (IC)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"Saka...Moko? Snot-puller? Ah, whatever." Alan/Alastor thought to himself. However, on the outside he simply smiled at Kyousuke. "Bah. This fellow's shitting his pants. I guess human instincts ARE that much developed. I guess I could kill him whenever I wanted. Then again, not what I came here for." He thought to himself.

He walked forward and pulled Kyousuke's hand, shaking it afterwards. "Nice to meet you, Kyousuke." He said. Finally, he went to his bed where his bag was lying, and started pulling out quite a few things. Most looked pretty much normal, but a few things didn't, namely a small mirror with a socket of sorts on the side, and a small necklace with a glowing green stone that Alan put on and hid underneath his black T-shirt, which was underneath his blue coat.

He put the mirror on the table and then turned to Kyousuke. "Well, I'm going to explore this place. Wanna come?" He asked casually.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Damian shook his head. 'You would like it if I put the gun down, wouldn't you?', he asked, as he placed the barrel of the revolver to Calliel's head. 'I made sure that no one was in the room two times, yet I still did not see you. And, I did not hear you follow me or enter the room. So what are you? A demon mabye?'

Calliel seemed offended. "A demon? Let me tell you, I am no demon Damian." He seemed to make a decision. "I am an angel. Lord Michael sent me here to investigate any supernatural activity at this school. I am telling you because if Lord Michael disapproves of my choice, he can easily erase this encounter from your mind, or kill you as a last resort."

[Vortiaganica]

"Sure. Let me put something more practical on."

Ranatunga took some clothes out of his bag. Removing his robes quickly, his simple boxer shorts and singlet were visible only for a few seconds.

He was quite the quick dresser.

His black jacket was quite slick, and clean, with a hood, and he had put on some black trackpants. Strangely enough, he put the jacket over his singlet and zipped it up.

Sachin raised an eyebrow at the speed Ranatunga had put his clothes on, and the jacket he put over his singlet. Meh, other people's fashion choices weren't his problem. He went as he was, and then opened the door. "Let's go check the school out." he said, walking out into the hall. "So, you got the letter saying you were eligible, or did you pay your way in?"

"I got a letter delivered. I've never heard of this place before, to be honest, but one of my old teachers told me that this school was a good place to further myself. I'm not sure how he meant it, though, he's the kind of person who likes to be a little cryptic. And you?"

[New East Ireland]

Damian shook his head. 'You would like it if I put the gun down, wouldn't you?', he asked, as he placed the barrel of the revolver to Calliel's head. 'I made sure that no one was in the room two times, yet I still did not see you. And, I did not hear you follow me or enter the room. So what are you? A demon mabye?'

Calliel seemed offended. "A demon? Let me tell you, I am no demon Damian." He seemed to make a decision. "I am an angel. Lord Michael sent me here to investigate any supernatural activity at this school. I am telling you because if Lord Michael disapproves of my choice, he can easily erase this encounter from your mind, or kill you as a last resort."

Damian chuckled, and began to lower his revolver. 'Mabye we can help each other', Damian said, as he thought over his plan. After a brief moment, he looked back at Calliel. 'I am also here to investigate this schools apparent supernatural source. Since you are an angel, I believe that you may be able to help me, as I can help you.'

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel seemed offended. "A demon? Let me tell you, I am no demon Damian." He seemed to make a decision. "I am an angel. Lord Michael sent me here to investigate any supernatural activity at this school. I am telling you because if Lord Michael disapproves of my choice, he can easily erase this encounter from your mind, or kill you as a last resort."

Damian chuckled, and began to lower his revolver. 'Mabye we can help each other', Damian said, as he thought over his plan. After a brief moment, he looked back at Calliel. 'I am also here to investigate this schools apparent supernatural source. Since you are an angel, I believe that you may be able to help me, as I can help you.'

Calliel gave a shrug. "Works fine with me." He said. "You are a demon hunter? I have heard they exist in this world in small numbers."

[New East Ireland]

Damian chuckled, and began to lower his revolver. 'Mabye we can help each other', Damian said, as he thought over his plan. After a brief moment, he looked back at Calliel. 'I am also here to investigate this schools apparent supernatural source. Since you are an angel, I believe that you may be able to help me, as I can help you.'

Calliel gave a shrug. "Works fine with me." He said. "You are a demon hunter? I have heard they exist in this world in small numbers."

Damian nodded, as he placed his revolver back into his bag. 'My adoptive father, Professor Abberline, taught me. I used my family's money to buy most of my supplies', he told Calliel. He sat down on the bed, and looked up at his angelic friend. 'You know Calliel, mabye you should avoid telling people that you serve the Archangel Michael. It kind of gives your identity away.'

[The Nuclear Fist]

Lilith smiled and nodded, quite obviously drained by the whole encounter. As Aleister left the room, she spun on her heals to face the two. Angrily, she opened her mouth as if to berate them, only to notice that they weren't there. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at the ceiling. Flustered, she muttered under your breathe.

"You bastards better be hiding."

And with that, she adjusted her neat cap and walked briskly, hoping that she would be able to get prepared before the room began to fill with the students. As she walked through the halls, her heels clacking upon the floor, giving a strange echo as she wandered the halls, looking for her classroom. Finally, she found the door marked 'C-7', and knew it was her's. Happily, she entered and walked towards her desk, only to be visibly horrified as she noticed Mr. Black and Mr. White sitting in the back, chairs on two legs and their feet propped up on a desk. That was never good.

"Why the fuck are you in here?" She asked, her voice slightly cracking and clearly on the verge of snapping. Almost casually, the pair yawned and looked over at Lilith, and then at each other. The pair scratched the back of their heads, and Mr. White adjusted his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. As Lilith began to tap her foot on the floor in anger, Mr. Black began to speak.

"Well, we are-" He began.

"Your protectors. That gives us-" Said Mr. White.

"A certain jurisdiction. After all, we need-" Explained Mr. Black, the two nodding as they spoke.

"To be able to protect you from any and all potential threats. Isn't that right, Mr. Black?" Said Mr. White, looking over to the man.

"Indeed it is. Lilith is fragile and delicate, and we need to keep her safe. To keep us safe." He explained, as they both turned to face Lilith. Exasperated, she mouthed the word 'fine' and pointed to the floor, telling them to sit normally. Losing their cheshire grins, they both sat normally in the blink of an eye, one hand placed over the other as they lie upon their laps.

At least they chose to comply. That's always good. Lilith thought as she removed today's lesson plan from her pocket, and placed it upon her desk. Afterwards, she wrote her name upon the chalkboard, and sat down, crossing her legs. Today was going to be a long day. She knew it.

[Nature-Spirits]

As Baelvan walked through the halls to get a textbook he was missing he ran into a couple of young boys (and found out after skimming over their thoughts that their names were Sachin and Ranatunga; Huans had such cluttered minds) and said,
"Hello. You can call me Mr. Ether. I teach botany here at Elfen High. And you are?..."

[Ameriganastan]

Laz had taken to exploring the halls again. He had apparently broken the string on his yo-yo...so he was enjoying it as a snack, taking bites out of it like regular people would a candy bar.

"Fun to play with and it tastes good. Genius."

He continued on walking, but stopped for a moment, the wheels in his simple head apparently turning for once.

"What class am i supposed to be going to exactly?"

[Olthar]

Pari finally arrived at her class, out of breath from running, the strain of having to carry her extremely heavy books with her. Even after a year of carting around those text books, she still wasn't used to it. She figured she'd never be. She wondered just how the school expected their students to deal with such punishment. The sooner she could learn how to cast a strength-boosting spell, the better.

After taking a brief moment to rest, Pari looked up at the sign near the door.

"C-7, History and Mythology."

This class was apparently supposed to have a new teacher this year, though Pari didn't know anything about him, or maybe her? Opening the door, she saw that she wasn't actually that late at all. In fact, aside from two strange men at the back of the room, she seemed to be the first student to arrive.

"<You said I'd be late. You made me run through the halls for this?>" Pari quietly growled to the familiar on her shoulder.

Whiskers shrugged about as well as a rat can shrug and replied, "<Hey, it's not my fault I can't read clocks.>"

Sighing, Pari began walking over to the desks, first starting to take account of the teacher. She looked quite young, actually. Pari was surprised she was even a teacher. She didn't look much older than the other humans who went to school here. Deciding that it was probably just one more thing that she didn't understand about humans, Pari took her seat near the front of the class. Normally, she'd have sat in the back, hoping that the distance and seclusion would prevent, or at least hinder people from examining her illusionary disguise too hard, but she just got a bad feeling about the two men in the back. Whoever they were and what they were doing in a high school, she didn't want to know.

Pari breathed a sigh of relief to finally be able to put down her heavy bag. Sifting through it, she grabbed out her history book and a notebook to prepare for today's lesson. She'd hoped that she could do better this year and actually receive half-way decent grades. Looking up at the board, she saw the words "Miss Lilith" scrawled at the top. Immediately, she began wondering what significance they played before realizing that they were probably the teacher's name. She seemed to remember the teachers doing that last year, as well.

By now, Whiskers had crawled down Pari's arm onto the desk and was now playing with her "eraser," a magical device that had the ability to remove one's writing from text, or so she came to understand. For having such powerful magic, Pari was surprised that it was so easy and inexpensive to acquire. Though, that was probably because this one was defective. She tried using it to remove the text from one her school books last year, and it wouldn't work. It seems to only affect the text she, herself, wrote.

While waiting for the other students to arrive, Pari continued to marvel at the wonders of the human world that she had seen over the past couple years of her adventure.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It was time for a coffee break. Finally.
As He walked through the halls he ran into a couple of young boys (and found out after skimming over their thoughts that their names were Sachin and Ranatunga; Huans had such cluttered minds) and said,
"Hello. You can call me Mr. Ether. I teach botany here at Elfen High. And you are?..."

"My name is Sachin Mankar." the Indian boy introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, sir." he said, extending a hand for a shake.
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Calliel gave a nod. "You are probably correct. I am new to this planet though. I did see two humans, a male and female, who were hugging. A few seconds later, the male human slapped the female human's rear. Did she do something wrong? If so, I didn't see it. I have been mulling over that the whole day."

[Vortiaganica]

"I am Ranatunga. Ranatunga Buddha."

Ranatunga nodded his head respectfully, but curtly.

[Nature-Spirits]

It was time for a coffee break. Finally.
As He walked through the halls he ran into a couple of young boys (and found out after skimming over their thoughts that their names were Sachin and Ranatunga; Huans had such cluttered minds) and said,
"Hello. You can call me Mr. Ether. I teach botany here at Elfen High. And you are?..."

"My name is Sachin Mankar." the Indian boy introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, sir." he said, extending a hand for a shake.

"I am Ranatunga. Ranatunga Buddha."
Ranatunga nodded his head respectfully, but curtly.

"Nice to meet you Sachin. You too Ranatunga."
Baelvan looked at his watch and excused himself, walking to the storage room. He wondered if there were any new teachers this year.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Pari finally arrived at her class, out of breath from running, the strain of having to carry her extremely heavy books with her. Even after a year of carting around those text books, she still wasn't used to it. She figured she'd never be. She wondered just how the school expected their students to deal with such punishment. The sooner she could learn how to cast a strength-boosting spell, the better.

After taking a brief moment to rest, Pari looked up at the sign near the door.

"C-7, History and Mythology."

This class was apparently supposed to have a new teacher this year, though Pari didn't know anything about him, or maybe her? Opening the door, she saw that she wasn't actually that late at all. In fact, aside from two strange men at the back of the room, she seemed to be the first student to arrive.

"<You said I'd be late. You made me run through the halls for this?>" Pari quietly growled to the familiar on her shoulder.

Whiskers shrugged about as well as a rat can shrug and replied, "<Hey, it's not my fault I can't read clocks.>"

Sighing, Pari began walking over to the desks, first starting to take account of the teacher. She looked quite young, actually. Pari was surprised she was even a teacher. She didn't look much older than the other humans who went to school here. Deciding that it was probably just one more thing that she didn't understand about humans, Pari took her seat near the front of the class. Normally, she'd have sat in the back, hoping that the distance and seclusion would prevent, or at least hinder people from examining her illusionary disguise too hard, but she just got a bad feeling about the two men in the back. Whoever they were and what they were doing in a high school, she didn't want to know.

Pari breathed a sigh of relief to finally be able to put down her heavy bag. Sifting through it, she grabbed out her history book and a notebook to prepare for today's lesson. She'd hoped that she could do better this year and actually receive half-way decent grades. Looking up at the board, she saw the words "Miss Lilith" scrawled at the top. Immediately, she began wondering what significance they played before realizing that they were probably the teacher's name. She seemed to remember the teachers doing that last year, as well.

By now, Whiskers had crawled down Pari's arm onto the desk and was now playing with her "eraser," a magical device that had the ability to remove one's writing from text, or so she came to understand. For having such powerful magic, Pari was surprised that it was so easy and inexpensive to acquire. Though, that was probably because this one was defective. She tried using it to remove the text from one her school books last year, and it wouldn't work. It seems to only affect the text she, herself, wrote.

While waiting for the other students to arrive, Pari continued to marvel at the wonders of the human world that she had seen over the past couple years of her adventure.

Lilith noticed a student walking in to the classroom, looking quite distressed at the sight of Mr. Black and Mr. White. The young girl looked looked quite drained as she set down her heavy load of books. Not that Lilith could blaim her. Lilith couldn't understand why they were forced to carry around so many heavy books. Maybe it was a way to build muscle strength?

Hoping to calm make everything good, Lilith walked towards the student, and put her hand out as if to shake. With a warm smile, Lilith began to speak.

"Hello. I'm Ms. Lilith. And you are?" She asked, wanting to get to know the student. Considering she had a strange quality to her, almost magical, it would be good to know who she was. At the very least, it would help to ease Mr. Black and Mr. White, who were both staring at what was going on with great intensity. They probably picked up the same oddness as Lilith did, and thought she was a threat. But then again, they thought everyone was a threat. Which naturally lead to some unfortunate and awkward situtations.

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Mr. Black and Mr. White looked at the newcomer, suspicion pooled in their narrowed eyes. Something was strange about this one, and they would not hesitate to kill if she posed a threat. Lilith was the black heart of Belial, after all. And protecting her was the most important thing they could do. Of course, they were fully aware that not everyone was a threat. However, they were quite inept at figuring at who was and wasn't a danger. This led to several bad situations, such as the incident with the mailman and his sudden lack of a respiratory system. Or the girlscout, with her sudden gain of a sideways spine.

Does she look threatening, Mr. White? Thought Mr. Black.

Well, to be frank, maybe. Mr. Black. Mr. White thought, nodding.


OOC: Sorry for the terrible post. I kept wanting to turn it into a spontanious song and dance number, and this is all I could manage without Mr. Black and Mr. White breakdancing.

[Ameriganastan]

Lazrian searched around confusedly. The last three doors he had opened had led to a bathroom, a janitors closet, and outside. He finally stumbled upon one that looked right.

"Hmm...this looks like the right door. Has...hast...his...history and...some other big word that looks teachy. Yeah, this is probably it."

He stepped inside, not baffled by the door this time, and surveyed the other people. Two stiffs in suits, some chick, some teacher looking chick and some fuzzy creature that made him feel hungry.

"Ooh, that thing looks yummy. Good thing i already have a snack."

He took a seat up front and finished his yo-yo, letting out a small burp...and a small puff of smoke as he did.

"Oh. Excuse me."

[Nature-Spirits]

Lafma Eytherghymn, the younger brother of Baelvan Eytherghhymn, woke up. It was time for a new year of school.
He checked his watch (he, also, had finally managed to find one that didn't have any exterior metal parts) and jumped out of bed when he saw how late it was.
I'm going to be late for work! he thought as he quickly dressed.
Once dressed he ate some toast and visualised an empty bathroom stall, and starting to feel constricted, continued his visualisation. Everything went dark, he heard the entire Universe at once (it was pretty loud), and suddenly he was in a quiet, empty bathroom stall in Elfen High.
He walked out of the bathroom and hurried towards his classroom. He opened the door and looked around. Someone was missing a textbook so he went to get an extra one from the storage room.
In the storage room he saw his brother, also getting an extra textbook for a student. Of course, their aliases had last names, so no one knew that they were brothers, but they still stuck together.
"I'm going to do the Introduction to Botany today. You?" said Baelvan.
"Today I'm going to introduce them to Metaphysics and I'm thinking of having a lesson on Cosmology and a lesson on Ontology as well soon. I'm hoping to go onto the Philosophy of Religion by the end of the month."
They talked like this as they walked back to their respective classrooms and parted ways at an intersecting hallway.
Lafma arrived back at his classroom and seeing that all the desks were taken he began his lesson.
"Hello. I am Mr. Grym, and I teach Philosophy. Today we will be focusing on Metaphysics in particular. Now..."
He droned on, occasionally asking his students what they thought about the subject, trying to get the students thinking.

[Olthar]

Lilith noticed a student walking in to the classroom, looking quite distressed at the sight of Mr. Black and Mr. White. The young girl looked looked quite drained as she set down her heavy load of books. Not that Lilith could blaim her. Lilith couldn't understand why they were forced to carry around so many heavy books. Maybe it was a way to build muscle strength?

Hoping to calm make everything good, Lilith walked towards the student, and put her hand out as if to shake. With a warm smile, Lilith began to speak.

"Hello. I'm Ms. Lilith. And you are?" She asked, wanting to get to know the student. Considering she had a strange quality to her, almost magical, it would be good to know who she was. At the very least, it would help to ease Mr. Black and Mr. White, who were both staring at what was going on with great intensity. They probably picked up the same oddness as Lilith did, and thought she was a threat. But then again, they thought everyone was a threat. Which naturally lead to some unfortunate and awkward situtations.

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Mr. Black and Mr. White looked at the newcomer, suspicion pooled in their narrowed eyes. Something was strange about this one, and they would not hesitate to kill if she posed a threat. Lilith was the black heart of Belial, after all. And protecting her was the most important thing they could do. Of course, they were fully aware that not everyone was a threat. However, they were quite inept at figuring at who was and wasn't a danger. This led to several bad situations, such as the incident with the mailman and his sudden lack of a respiratory system. Or the girlscout, with her sudden gain of a sideways spine.

Does she look threatening, Mr. White? Thought Mr. Black.

Well, to be frank, maybe. Mr. Black. Mr. White thought, nodding.


OOC: Sorry for the terrible post. I kept wanting to turn it into a spontanious song and dance number, and this is all I could manage without Mr. Black and Mr. White breakdancing.

Pari stared at Miss Lilith's outstretched curiously for a few seconds before remembering what this particular human gesture meant. Grasping the hand and shaking as furiously as her weak frame could (which wasn't much), she smiled happily before responding.

"Glad to meet you, Miss Lilith. My name is Pari," she cooed excitedly, "And I'm really excited about the class."

After releasing her grip, she continued enthusiastically, "History is one of my favorite subjects. I love learning about the past. As my grandpa would always say, 'Ye halfta learn about tha past if ye want ta learn about tha future.' Of course, I don't really know what he means by that, but I just thought I should bring it up. It seemed relevant, and maybe you understand it. Do you understand it?

Before an answer could be given, however, another student entered, oddly enough, while munching on some sort of plastic disk-like object. Without looking back, Pari knew that the others in the room were staring at him, even the two men at the back of the room. It was relieving to have them no longer boring a hole through her with their eyes, but she was sure it was only a temporary reprieve. She still didn't understand those two and was actually becoming somewhat intimidated by them.

Whoever this newcomer was certainly wasn't human, that was for sure. Pari wondered how such a creature could walk around so blatantly without getting slaughtered by the humans, though maybe the people here might do just that, the two strange men certainly seemed high-strung enough for it. In any event, this...creature made Pari feel very uncomfortable, and Whiskers was utterly mortified at the prospect that he might be eaten. Pari tried to calm him by sending soothing emotions through their empathic link, but she was too disturbed, herself, for it to be of much use. Maybe this class wouldn't turn out quite as well as she would have hoped.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Alastor/Alan had asked Kyousuke if he wanted to go explore the school with him, but just then a familiar sound rang through the building. Alan quickly took his timetable and looked at it. His next class was History and Mythology, and he was GOING TO BE FREAKING LATE!

"Fuck! By Lucky I'm not going to be late!" He thought to himself as he waved goodbye to Kyousuke and ran for classroom C-7. Once there, he opened the door and barged in, carrying his backpack over his shoulder. He looked around and saw two men at the back of the room, a young teacher, a female student, and some dullwit lunching on a yo-yo.

"S-sorry for being late!" He said, sounding genuinely regretful. "May I come in, Miss?" He asked afterwards

"Good Lucky, what's become of our glorious race." Were the thoughts that immediately ran through Alan's head after seeing the fool eating the yo-yo.

[The Intellectual Institute]

"A, ah..."
Kyousuke tried to respond to Alan's request, but the bell rung.
Hey... The bell rung.

With no care in his eyes, he strolled into the classroom where his roommate had gone to with an apathetic look striking his face. It's pathetic, first day and already late, although Kyousuke could care less. Without trying to avert any attention toward him, he tried to take a seat at the back.

There's kind of a dense feeling in the air. Hopefully, no one noticed me. No, it may be actually more important that they don't care to notice me.
Hopefully... Hopefully... Hopefully... S-Someone is watching me isn't it?!
---No wait, no one shouldn't need to pay attention to me.

Kyousuke had a prickling at the nape of his neck, as if someone was watching him, wanting to grab his hand and envelop him. It wasn't an angel, not a demon, nor anything other. It could be explained as "The Divine" watching over him. But that too, might be preposterous.

"Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme. Don'tlookatme." He echoed these words silently, as if he were mumbling. His words trembled at each breath he made. His paranoia going out of control with a room of people.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Alastor/Alan heard Kyousuke's almost religious mumbling. He chuckled inside of his own minds. "Heh. Humans can be so pathetic. Maybe I'll pull a prank on him later." He thought to himself as he looked at the two men on the back of the room. "Odd bunch. Look kind of faimiliar... Nah, I'm probably delusional. My 'Therapy' did get interrupted." He thought. Finally, he looked back at the teacher. She seemed rather young to be a history teacher. "Eh, well, I've seen a couple younglings beat L'Enfer senseless." He thought to himself. This class was rather entertaining to him, if only because of his own musings.

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Shyla had arrived to Elfen High quite early. She could but admire the sights around her, and when she saw the school her jaw nearly dropped. It was quite nice. To think she had been accepted into such a place...

However, she shoved these thoughts away. On each of her hands she carried her bags. Being physically frail it wasn't exactly easy, but it was nothing she couldn't bear either. Besides, she was rather excited that she was actually going to attend to classes in this place.

With that in mind, she walked into the building and looked for her dorm, the number of which she had memorized. Once she arrived in dorm 17, she opened the door and found it empty. She sighed of relief as she put her bags down and laid on her back on the bed. She rested for a while before she began setting up her things around her dorm, leaving half of it clear in case she acquired a roommate later on.

Once this was done, she checked her timetable, and smiled when she saw what her first class was. Mythology. She liked that class, especially because she could hear about all sorts of fantastical animals, and animals were creatures she was rather fond of. She walked towards the Mythology classroom.

Once there, she saw another student with a blue coat standing by the door. "Excuse me." Shyla said. "Oh, right." Alan replied as he stepped to the side. Shyla then took a seat near the front.

[Kaledoria]

"You look lost," Che greeted an albino girl who looked at the floor plan next to the entrance hall.
"Yes, I'm new here, I ... wait, how did you know, I'm Russian?"
"I didn't," Che tried to smile. That was another sometimes confusing point of his ability. "But that's a complicated thing and the first lesson will start in a few minutes. What course are you looking for?"
"I don't have a timetable yet, I was transfered here just a week ago, it has all been very spontaneous and busy." The girl obviously remembered something unpleasant and Che filled the hole in the story. Probably some spontaneous outburst of magic, that - combined with her strange look - probably forced her to leave her old school. Well, in case of humans who just discovered their abilities, mythology was a good start to slowly get used to the fact, that there were more thinks between heaven and earth then the low-magic world outside admitted.

"Follow my to mythology and history then, that's a good start for you. I heard, they have a new teacher." Che said. He hoped, that with the direly needed new teacher the history department could finally touch a few different times, too. He attended history two years ago already and he didn't need to hear about the ancient Egypt or the rise of the Abrahamic religions again.
Well, he would at least join the first lesson, not only to speak to the new teacher about the topics this semester but also to meet some of the new students (that this was a good class for new students was not only his idea, it was on the timetable for many of them).

They came a little late but that was probably okay on the first day in the first lesson, the room was well filled, mostly with humans or people in human disguise, as Che though thinking of his wings that were currently not visible. They found two empty seats, still and sat down quietly.

[New East Ireland]

Calliel gave a nod. "You are probably correct. I am new to this planet though. I did see two humans, a male and female, who were hugging. A few seconds later, the male human slapped the female human's rear. Did she do something wrong? If so, I didn't see it. I have been mulling over that the whole day."

Damian let out a small laugh. 'No, he didn't. You see, that's what some humans do on this planet... It is a sexual... Gesture. That seems like the best word for it.'

After explaining that to Calliel, Damian sighed and continued going through his bag.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel gave a nod. "You are probably correct. I am new to this planet though. I did see two humans, a male and female, who were hugging. A few seconds later, the male human slapped the female human's rear. Did she do something wrong? If so, I didn't see it. I have been mulling over that the whole day."

Damian let out a small laugh. 'No, he didn't. You see, that's what some humans do on this planet... It is a sexual... Gesture. That seems like the best word for it.'

After explaining that to Calliel, Damian sighed and continued going through his bag.

Calliel looked at the time. "We shall be late. We ought to run to History/Mythology. Let us depart." he then started walking out of the room, toward the class.
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Sachin saw the clock, and phrased it less formally. "Ah, crap, Rana, we'll be late! Let's run!" he then ran toward the class. He and Calliel arrived at the same time and nearly crashed into each other. They apologized, and then sat down in some seats. Calliel noted the young teacher and the two men in the back of the class. Hmm... There was something about them...

[New East Ireland]

Damian let out a small laugh. 'No, he didn't. You see, that's what some humans do on this planet... It is a sexual... Gesture. That seems like the best word for it.'

After explaining that to Calliel, Damian sighed and continued going through his bag.

Calliel looked at the time. "We shall be late. We ought to run to History/Mythology. Let us depart." he then started walking out of the room, toward the class.

Damian sighed, and followed Calliel. 'So what do you know about this place?', he asked in a low voice that still seemed to rise over the loud noise in the halls.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel looked at the time. "We shall be late. We ought to run to History/Mythology. Let us depart." he then started walking out of the room, toward the class.

Damian sighed, and followed Calliel. 'So what do you know about this place?', he asked in a low voice that still seemed to rise over the loud noise in the halls.

Calliel gave a shrug. "Lord Michael told me to investigate this school, stating that it was built on a mago zone. A mago zone," he said, seeing his confusion, "Is basically a place where magic is extremely powerful and high in level. Here, I can accomplish feats that otherwise I could only dream of, and this applies for all who can use magic. Most mago zones were eliminated by the Shining Ones in the Old War, but some still exist. Like this place. Lord Michael was concerned that some other supernatural beings would use this to their advantage, and sent me to keep watch."