Imagicraft: The Prologue {IC}

[Isle of Lithonia]

Celene Saxon
Orientation Hall
Present Day

"Hey bozo! Hey! Earth to moron! Yo bitch"! Celene snapped her head up at the last pair of insults and grinded her teeth in response. She could feel the Skull-Heart's satisfaction in making her irritated. She briefly clutched her chest, and willed the Skull-Heart to silence itself. A pained expression crossed her visage, and the torments of the skull ceased. Of course, she hadn't been sleeping, but was merely disinterested in a majority of the talking. Though she had taken the time to view some of the other students around the hall.

"Truly this is a peculiar place indeed," the crimson eyed necromancer muttered to herself. When she saw a number of students arise from there seats, she hesitated. The fact that so many people brought weapons into a school unnerved her, but Celene acknowledged that she wasn't particularly innocent herself.

"Ah slugging hell," she said before moving and handing over her only weapon to the ChubbyBot. A finely crafted black dagger was removed from her hands, and even though it would be kept safe, Celene couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"It's....not a big deal...I suppose," was all she managed to say before removing herself from the vicinity of the confiscator.

Selene Fischer
Heading to the Dorms
Present

As the silver-haired, grey-eyed, self-styled (although most other people would agree with her) beauty queen walked along, she found her thoughts drifting.

Why had she come to this place? Well, to become a better person, and to influence the world for good (well, for what she saw as good). She also wanted to make a name for herself, to place an eternal mark upon Fantasian society and womankind as a whole. It was her wish to become somebody, to show that any woman can rise from a socially impoverished life and become a mortal goddess. Moreover, her greatest dream was to rid all women of the bonds which hold them down, and cause them to rise to their proper positions as rulers over humanity.

Yet, these grand dreams of hers were not the only things she came here for. She also wanted the more typical things that girls her age long for, like friends and female lovers. (Ok, most girls don't want female lovers. But in Selene's perfect world, all girls would prefer another woman over a man in a romantic relationship any day. But I digress.) Because of her transfer from her old high school to Imagicraft, she had to start her relationships anew. And so, with this new body and abilities, she was determined to bring about all these dreams and desires.

Selene realized that not everything that she longed for would be brought about solely by her own actions. In order to accomplish great deeds, one must work alongside persons of equal ability and drive. And in order to both bring about her higher goals, and to just have romantic and non-romantic relationships with other girls there, she decided to begin building as many useful friendships as possible early on in her new school life.

At that thought, she snapped out of her slight daze and began observing the persons around her. As she looked, her eyes landed upon a most interesting person.

She was a somewhat small girl, maybe around the age of fifteen years. She had crimson eyes, silver hair, and even a maid's uniform (obviously this was Celene). But although the girl was rather cute in her own way as a result, this wasn't what drew Selene's eye. Rather, it was the girl's air of dignity and self-respect. It hit Selene as completely uncharacteristic of a girl as young as this one obviously was, being a virtue that typically belonged only to much older persons. And to Selene, that was a mark of true beauty.

Immediately interested, she walked up alongside the young girl, a friendly smile on her face. "Good morning. I'm Selene Fischer."

[BlackDeath27]

ATHENA MARKALOV
Heading to the Tirtan Dorms
Present Time Of Day One

Following the little drones the nanite possessing girl had been strapped with a neckless that restrained her nano weapon making program. Struggling to get use to the side effect of the overdose Athena had earlier. Recently she had applied for the position of Leader of the discipline committee. In the otaku's mind this would be the first step to getting friends, because about ten percent of the manga she has read the discipline members all became friends.(All which where harem based.) Taking out her cell phone to look and see who else had applied for the job. "Selene? I wonder what she looks like maybe she could be my first friend or enemy who becomes my friend later on?" The head of Clan Prometheus ask her self as she was in the back of the group for being late. Though in the back of her mind she was wondering if the equipment that was pack was going to arrive soon to the dorms. Personally she hoped for a room mate even prayed the night before while working for a roomy.

[Torsiedelle]

Anastasia
Orientation Hall

Having been surprised by the loudness and unruliness of the others around her, the girl in the Crimson clothing seriously hoped that nobody would ruin the fun before it even began. What she didn't feel good about was the fact that NOW they would be stripped of their weapons...

She didn't carry much on her in the way of real weapons. In fact, her only weapon was a blade -- a Katana, which she found along with the clothing on her back, with a cold, razor-sharp blade, and a distinctive golden handguard. The hilt was only a few inches longer than normal, but it helped her to hold it with two hands, her preferred method, and the handle, the same color as her tunic, was also thin enough that she could handle it with ease. This sword was special to her, and she didn't feel one bit comfortable about surrendering it.

So that's how she ended up holding the blade, in its sheath, above her head with both hands, refusing to give it up. "I must protest the action of taking our weapons away from ALL of us, sir!", She said clearly. "After all, the blunder of a few students doesn't mean that all should lose! Should you still wish to take my sword, may I inquire as to what I can do to keep it? If there is a prerequisite or requirement to keep it, I will do my best to follow it. I do not feel comfortable, leaving my sword in someone else's hands! I will endure pain if necessary, to keep this in my possession!"

[Siliarba]

ATHENA MARKALOV
Heading to the Tirtan Dorms
Present Time Of Day One

Following the little drones the nanite possessing girl had been strapped with a neckless that restrained her nano weapon making program. Struggling to get use to the side effect of the overdose Athena had earlier. Recently she had applied for the position of Leader of the discipline committee. In the otaku's mind this would be the first step to getting friends, because about ten percent of the manga she has read the discipline members all became friends.(All which where harem based.) Taking out her cell phone to look and see who else had applied for the job. "Selene? I wonder what she looks like maybe she could be my first friend or enemy who becomes my friend later on?" The head of Clan Prometheus ask her self as she was in the back of the group for being late. Though in the back of her mind she was wondering if the equipment that was pack was going to arrive soon to the dorms. Personally she hoped for a room mate even prayed the night before while working for a roomy.

Ithica
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
present time

Ithica was just following the group, looking at people she could bunk with, even if she only planned to stay in Tritan temporarily. After a bit of looking at everyone she decided the latecomer might be the best target as she was seemingly on her own so chances were she didn't have anyone yet as a roommate.

Ithica: " Hey Elf-lady, you look kinda weird, for an elf, looks good." Just as she said that Ithica realized she was still only at about half size so decided to grow to her maximum length of 5.3 feet if she was to talk to an elf. "I'm still looking for someone to share a room with, even if I might not stay in Tritan for long. Quick list of who I am, a Faery, Duh! I use weather magic, can shrink and grow between very very small and this, I can talk to plants and animals." Ithica whispered for a moment though "They don't always want to talk and when they do it's often difficult to make out, but I got a Troll buddy who's even weirder to talk to so it works out for me." and then returned to a normal voice "I talk a lot, I'm a genius in everything besides technology stuff, technologies weird, magic is fun. Also I've been told I tend to talk a lot, I'm a bit of a prankster, I'm easily distracted and I really talk a lot."

Ithica stopped talking for about 2 seconds before she realized she wasn't finished yet "Also, hi, I should've started with hi, and my name, It's Ithica, have I mentioned I tend to talk a lot?".

Kei, House Excalibur Dorms

Having waved to Revolution as he was tazed by the hot robot, Kei stifled a giggle as she directed Rahk to follow the Chubbybot to House Excalibur, or where all the rejects would be staying for some reason, serving only to segregate the students and probably to keep the students of the 10 Clans away from riff raff or something. Kei rolled her eyes, she was a Socialist, everything should be equal! Of course, most kids her age felt that way, but things change with time. Her ideology wouldn't effect her ability to learn unless of course it meant that her grades would be biased as well.

Having reached their room, Kei hopped down from Rahk's shoulders, her wings brushing gently past him as she turned around.

"Well, big guy, here's our room." She smiled, walking in with nothing but a backpack with a couple changes of clothes.

She slipped her shoes off and threw herself onto the corner bed, designating it as her own.

Rahk
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
Present time

Rahk: "Rahk like room, Rahk call dibs on room with big floor" Having said that Rahk rushed in to the biggest room there was, big in height and width as that was needed for him. And the first thing he did was grab the bed and put it outside of the room, the second thing he did was let himself drop backwards on the hard stone floor "Stone so comfy, Rahk like comfy floor." The floor he let himself fall on had off course broken on impact and there was now a Troll silhouette in the floor of his room, a broken up floor was the best place to sleep in Rahk's opinion anyway.

[The BranRiech]

Kei, Excalibur Dorms

Looking on as Rahk tossed the bed out of the room next door, Kei started to unpack her clothes and was in the process of putting them away. Most of them were collared shirts of some kind, and blue jeans. Kei still hadn't taken to wearing girly clothes, and only wore the appropriate underwear really. She didn't mind because hey, no one could see her underwear. She chuckled at Rahk's antics, and smiled knowing that Revolution could still room with her, and Rahk would get his room as well.

"This place is off the damn walls." She grinned as she fit her clothes in the dresser, sticking a note to it.

Kei's stuff, don't touch, that means you, Revolution.

[Imperial--japan]

Selene Fischer
Heading to the Dorms
Present

As the silver-haired, grey-eyed, self-styled (although most other people would agree with her) beauty queen walked along, she found her thoughts drifting.

Why had she come to this place? Well, to become a better person, and to influence the world for good (well, for what she saw as good). She also wanted to make a name for herself, to place an eternal mark upon Fantasian society and womankind as a whole. It was her wish to become somebody, to show that any woman can rise from a socially impoverished life and become a mortal goddess. Moreover, her greatest dream was to rid all women of the bonds which hold them down, and cause them to rise to their proper positions as rulers over humanity.

Yet, these grand dreams of hers were not the only things she came here for. She also wanted the more typical things that girls her age long for, like friends and female lovers. (Ok, most girls don't want female lovers. But in Selene's perfect world, all girls would prefer another woman over a man in a romantic relationship any day. But I digress.) Because of her transfer from her old high school to Imagicraft, she had to start her relationships anew. And so, with this new body and abilities, she was determined to bring about all these dreams and desires.

Selene realized that not everything that she longed for would be brought about solely by her own actions. In order to accomplish great deeds, one must work alongside persons of equal ability and drive. And in order to both bring about her higher goals, and to just have romantic and non-romantic relationships with other girls there, she decided to begin building as many useful friendships as possible early on in her new school life.

At that thought, she snapped out of her slight daze and began observing the persons around her. As she looked, her eyes landed upon a most interesting person.

She was a somewhat small girl, maybe around the age of fifteen years. She had crimson eyes, silver hair, and even a maid's uniform (obviously this was Celene). But although the girl was rather cute in her own way as a result, this wasn't what drew Selene's eye. Rather, it was the girl's air of dignity and self-respect. It hit Selene as completely uncharacteristic of a girl as young as this one obviously was, being a virtue that typically belonged only to much older persons. And to Selene, that was a mark of true beauty.

Immediately interested, she walked up alongside the young girl, a friendly smile on her face. "Good morning. I'm Selene Fischer."

Celene Saxon
Heading to dorms
Present

Celene had been distraught after the confiscation of her very sentimentally important dagger, and witnessing the various violations by the student body. It had seemed that she was not the only one to was reluctant to give up their weapons. A few people were violated by the Chubbybots, a thought that caused her to inwardly chuckle given the name.

"You enjoying your little fun? Pay attention, there's someone approaching," the Skull-Heart warned her. Celene turned and was surprised to find someone talking to her. Had she actually done something to warrant someones interest? It was an unexpected development, but a situation that required a response nonetheless. Celene plastered on a mechanical smile, and responded with fake, but beautifully crafted enthusiasm.

"Greetings, I am Celene Saxon. I am fourteen years of age and am pleased to make your acquaintance Selene," she said. Moving as a pleb would, she extended her pale hand in greeting as her crimson eyes bore into Selene. It would seem as though they were gauging something about her. Celene didn't stop with the simple greeting though, and proceeded to strike up a relevant subject.

"It is quite unfortunate we were stripped of our weapons. I was particularly fond of my own device. I do see the importance of maintaining peace on campus however as this is still technically a school," she finished, and looked to Selene expectantly.

[Aelarus]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

James pulled his bag along and found the room he had gotten. It was quite spacious, with plenty of wiring and sockets around obviously Kane had pulled some strings for him.

He sat down on the bed farthest from the entrance and began unpacking his things into the drawers next to the bed.

[Terintania]

Robin Hood
House Tritan
8:10

Shortly after James had headed in to his room, Robin peered inside, his bag slung over his shoulder. He hadn't been all too happy when their weapons had been taken away, because he was basically just your boring ol' average dude without his bow, but he understood why they did it, especially after that show with the guns earlier.

"Hi," He said, giving a smile. "Mind of I room in here with you?"

[Isle of Lithonia]

Celene Saxon
Heading to dorms
Present

Celene had been distraught after the confiscation of her very sentimentally important dagger, and witnessing the various violations by the student body. It had seemed that she was not the only one to was reluctant to give up their weapons. A few people were violated by the Chubbybots, a thought that caused her to inwardly chuckle given the name.

"You enjoying your little fun? Pay attention, there's someone approaching," the Skull-Heart warned her. Celene turned and was surprised to find someone talking to her. Had she actually done something to warrant someones interest? It was an unexpected development, but a situation that required a response nonetheless. Celene plastered on a mechanical smile, and responded with fake, but beautifully crafted enthusiasm.

"Greetings, I am Celene Saxon. I am fourteen years of age and am pleased to make your acquaintance Selene," she said. Moving as a pleb would, she extended her pale hand in greeting as her crimson eyes bore into Selene. It would seem as though they were gauging something about her. Celene didn't stop with the simple greeting though, and proceeded to strike up a relevant subject.

"It is quite unfortunate we were stripped of our weapons. I was particularly fond of my own device. I do see the importance of maintaining peace on campus however as this is still technically a school," she finished, and looked to Selene expectantly.

Selene Fischer
Walking with Celene
Present

Selene took the girl's hand, shaking it gently. Her hands are smooth, just as I thought. "The pleasure is mine, Celene. Wait, do you spell your name with an 'S', or a 'C'?"

She listened to the girl's ever so slight frustration with getting her weapon taken away, which Selene sympathized with. Of course, she was able to keep her Rose Katana, but losing her Throwing Thorns really bothered her. They were just as useful to her as her sword, and she had spent many hours slaving over them 'til they were completed. But rules are rules.

Yet, she knew something that might interest this girl. Celene seemed as if she might be the warrior type. And our heroine could always use fellow Enforcers...

So, she answered Celene. "I know what you mean. It is rather frustrating to lose one's weaponry, especially if they have more value to you than just as a tool of combat.

"But if you really would like to get your weapon back, I'm one of the Enforcers for the Disciplinary Committee, and I could introduce you to the Chairwoman later.* If you volunteer to join as an Enforcer, the school will allow you to carry one weapon with you at all times, so you could get your 'device' back."

An almost dark smile crossed her face as she looked ahead. "Plus, if you want to help keep the peace in this school, and get these out of control kids back in line, then joining me on the Disciplinary Committee would be a good option for you. I don't know about you, but the chaos back there merely proves that we need people who are willing and able to restore order to this school."

She walked a little further, and then asked in a more bright tone, "I'm not sure whether you would mind or not, but would you like rooming together? You seem to be the kind of young lady that isn't going to just lay down and take this crap, and I would like to get to know you better. Of course, if you don't want to, then I won't bother you about it further. But I think that you and I will be able to get along quite well."

*Somehow Selene magically realized that Athena had been chosen, and not herself. Although she still hadn't met Athena as of yet.

[Aelarus]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

James looked up as an older boy spoke to him.

"Sure, make yourself at home. I'm James.", he said gesturing to the other half of the room and then getting up to shake his hand.

The guy was quite ordinary looking, he hoped he wouldn't be getting anyone with overly odd powers that might break something with them, "You don't have like...super bomb abilities built into you or anything right?"

[Terintania]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

James looked up as an older boy spoke to him.

"Sure, make yourself at home. I'm James.", he said gesturing to the other half of the room and then getting up to shake his hand.

The guy was quite ordinary looking, he hoped he wouldn't be getting anyone with overly odd powers that might break something with them, "You don't have like...super bomb abilities built into you or anything right?"

Robin Hood
Tritan dorms
8:10

"Thanks," Robin said, smiling. He made his way over to the other bed and placed his bag down on it. "I'm Forrest Fyre. You can call me Robin, though, if you'd prefer," He said, not caring whether people called him by his real name, or by the name of the person he had become. He shook James' hand, then started unpacking his bag.

At his question, he chuckled. "Don't worry. I don't even really have a superpower. I'm masterful with a bow, like Robin Hood, but that's it. Beyond that I'm basically just an ordinary dude.

[Aelarus]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

"Oh, so you're Robin Hood? That's neat.", James said, then thought for a moment. "So, Forrest, do you perhaps know much about technology?"

James began thinking to himself. All of these Fantasians were golden opportunities to practice a bit and build some unique tools that he wouldn't be making for a regular military. This guy could probably do with a neat bow that helped him do more with his shooting skills.

OOC: You know which one I'm talking about.

[Terintania]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

"Oh, so you're Robin Hood? That's neat.", James said, then thought for a moment. "So, Forrest, do you perhaps know much about technology?"

James began thinking to himself. All of these Fantasians were golden opportunities to practice a bit and build some unique tools that he wouldn't be making for a regular military. This guy could probably do with a neat bow that helped him do more with his shooting skills.

OOC: You know which one I'm talking about.

"Yeah. And who are you?" Robin asked, not quite able to tell just from looking at him (Assuming he's not wearing an Iron Man suit, considering it's a weapon). "I don't know a ton, but I'm fairly technologically adept. I mean, at the level of most teenage boys in modern times. I couldn't like, invent things or anything."

He finished unpacking his clothes, which were all styled after the Robin Hood he had become, because he thought those outfits were cool.

[Aelarus]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

James started at the question, "Well, I'm from the Stark family. I wasn't actually morphed into a Fantasian like I'm assuming you were, but my dad...was...well, he was turned into Howard Stark, so I'm not exactly sure but I guess that makes me Tony Stark and Iron Man. I've done some reading up on him, and I'd like to build myself an armor suit since that would be cool, but mother says I'm not allowed to until I get older."

He began fiddling with some pieces of wiring in his bag. Talking about his dad always made him a bit upset. He was killed in a car accident, but that's not what Kane told him had happened. His version of the story was much worse.

[Terintania]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

James started at the question, "Well, I'm from the Stark family. I wasn't actually morphed into a Fantasian like I'm assuming you were, but my dad...was...well, he was turned into Howard Stark, so I'm not exactly sure but I guess that makes me Tony Stark and Iron Man. I've done some reading up on him, and I'd like to build myself an armor suit since that would be cool, but mother says I'm not allowed to until I get older."

He began fiddling with some pieces of wiring in his bag. Talking about his dad always made him a bit upset. He was killed in a car accident, but that's not what Kane told him had happened. His version of the story was much worse.

Robin Hood
Tritan dorms
8:10

"I don't imagine it would be allowed here, anyway, since they don't allow weapons, and Tony' Stark's suit is like, one big weapon. Even without the guns on the hands and whatnot, it enhances his strength, which could be seen as a weapon," Robin said, lounging back on his bed. "Being a Fantasian is weird. It's like you've got two lives and sometimes it's hard to tell which one is your real life. All the memories are all just a real to me. I managed to work out that it's most likely that I'm Forrest and not Robin, but there are still some things that I get mixed up."

[Aelarus]

James Stark
Imagicraft Orientation Hall
8:07, April 24, 2014

"Well, I've never had a life outside of this, but I do get those weird headaches and flashbacks that everyone else does. I'm pretty sure they won't let me build a suit, and anyway, it'll be small and difficult to manage when I'm still as short as I am."

He went back to unpacking, "Well, I'm going to check who our neighbours are."

[Imperial--japan]

Selene Fischer
Walking with Celene
Present

Selene took the girl's hand, shaking it gently. Her hands are smooth, just as I thought. "The pleasure is mine, Celene. Wait, do you spell your name with an 'S', or a 'C'?"

She listened to the girl's ever so slight frustration with getting her weapon taken away, which Selene sympathized with. Of course, she was able to keep her Rose Katana, but losing her Throwing Thorns really bothered her. They were just as useful to her as her sword, and she had spent many hours slaving over them 'til they were completed. But rules are rules.

Yet, she knew something that might interest this girl. Celene seemed as if she might be the warrior type. And our heroine could always use fellow Enforcers...

So, she answered Celene. "I know what you mean. It is rather frustrating to lose one's weaponry, especially if they have more value to you than just as a tool of combat.

"But if you really would like to get your weapon back, I'm one of the Enforcers for the Disciplinary Committee, and I could introduce you to the Chairwoman later.* If you volunteer to join as an Enforcer, the school will allow you to carry one weapon with you at all times, so you could get your 'device' back."

An almost dark smile crossed her face as she looked ahead. "Plus, if you want to help keep the peace in this school, and get these out of control kids back in line, then joining me on the Disciplinary Committee would be a good option for you. I don't know about you, but the chaos back there merely proves that we need people who are willing and able to restore order to this school."

She walked a little further, and then asked in a more bright tone, "I'm not sure whether you would mind or not, but would you like rooming together? You seem to be the kind of young lady that isn't going to just lay down and take this crap, and I would like to get to know you better. Of course, if you don't want to, then I won't bother you about it further. But I think that you and I will be able to get along quite well."

*Somehow Selene magically realized that Athena had been chosen, and not herself. Although she still hadn't met Athena as of yet.

Celene Saxon
Walking To Dorms
Present

"Does all this bitch ever do is fucking talk"? The Skull-Heart commented. Celene didn't respond to the demented spirit, and instead opted to focus on her current conversation with the seemingly decent woman beside her. She was wary at first on how she would respond to Celene, as any of the experiences that Celene had remembered when dealing with other people tended to result in death and resurrection. Clinging to such thoughts wouldn't help in the present though. It may of been cold, but was a necessary evil.

"Regarding your first question, my name is spelled with a 'C'," Celene informed her. She became silent when the Disciplinary Committee came up. It was a good idea to get herself back the lost weapon. It wouldn't of hurt to get to know this Selena better either. She had yet to wrong her, and so Celena was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Not all people could truly be out to get her.

"The discipline committee sounds like a fascinating idea," she said cheerily.

"I would take great pleasure in being apart of such an honorable organization. I would be also be greatly pleased if you could introduce me to the chairwoman". She bowed at a casual 140 degree angle before looking up once more to answer the womans question on rooming arrangements. That was quite direct and to the point. This Selena truly didn't beat around the bush. It was quite and admirable trait.

"I'd happily accept rooming with such a polite and important individual such as yourself Ms. Selena".

[Isle of Lithonia]

Celene Saxon
Walking To Dorms
Present

"Does all this bitch ever do is fucking talk"? The Skull-Heart commented. Celene didn't respond to the demented spirit, and instead opted to focus on her current conversation with the seemingly decent woman beside her. She was wary at first on how she would respond to Celene, as any of the experiences that Celene had remembered when dealing with other people tended to result in death and resurrection. Clinging to such thoughts wouldn't help in the present though. It may of been cold, but was a necessary evil.

"Regarding your first question, my name is spelled with a 'C'," Celene informed her. She became silent when the Disciplinary Committee came up. It was a good idea to get herself back the lost weapon. It wouldn't of hurt to get to know this Selena better either. She had yet to wrong her, and so Celena was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Not all people could truly be out to get her.

"The discipline committee sounds like a fascinating idea," she said cheerily.

"I would take great pleasure in being apart of such an honorable organization. I would be also be greatly pleased if you could introduce me to the chairwoman". She bowed at a casual 140 degree angle before looking up once more to answer the womans question on rooming arrangements. That was quite direct and to the point. This Selena truly didn't beat around the bush. It was quite and admirable trait.

"I'd happily accept rooming with such a polite and important individual such as yourself Ms. Selena".

Selene Fischer
Just entering House Tritan
Present

The young woman smiled at the girl's answer, satisfied for the moment. "Very well then. Let us find a room, before they are all occupied."

She walked alongside Celene, and entered the first unoccupied room she found. Having entered the room, she placed her school bag (which the Author conveniently forgot about until now) on the bed to the right. Having "laid her burden down" so to speak, she fell gently onto the bed with a sigh. Today had been rather eventful already, and she was not expecting things to proceed much more smoothly for the rest of the day. She let her eyelids close, resting for but a moment.

But a proper rest would just have to wait. So the woman got up off the bed, and surveyed the room properly. There were two beds, two small dressers, and two desks for furniture, a large mirror for changing, and a small window to the far end of the room with shades. Overall, everything was very dull, but neat nonetheless. As she looked about the room, she realized that this just wouldn't do for a semi-permanent dwelling. It was far too plain for a girl like her.

Quickly she came up with plans for decorations. She could get long, flowing white drapes for the window (no, short drapes were needed for the size of that window, sadly), a picture of red tulips above her dresser, and a vase of her personally bred crimson roses. And her bed... Well she could get all new cream-colored sheets and blankets, an elegant fluffy pillow, maybe even...

I need to worry about that later. For now, time to get ready for the first class.

So, she headed over to her rather large bag, and pulled out the few pairs of clothes that she brought. She placed them into her dresser, leaving out her more military-looking school uniform (just lengthen the skirt to just below her knees, and add black above-the-knee high socks). She had been wearing her more casual wear earlier, mainly because it had been a relatively long drive to the school, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible. However, since she was now an official Enforcer for the school, she needed to dress the part, so that everyone would know just who she was.

So, she locked the door behind them, and stripped down in front of the mirror, revealing her extremely sexy black lingerie (for the sake of the children, I won't get into just how sexy they were). The girl prided herself on her body. Her skin was a perfect white, not because she lacked exposure to sun. Rather, her character had beautiful skin that just never burned or tanned (originally, she had pretty tan skin, but becoming a Fantasian changed that permanently).

Moreover, she was rather well-endowed. Now, she didn't look like those fake anime girls with impossibly sized, and uber bouncy, breasts. Nevertheless, hers were of the perfect size, just a bit larger than most women's breasts.

And finally, she had an absolutely stunning figure. I mean, her three sizes were ____, ____, and ____ (as if I'd tell you!!!)! Overall, she was just beautiful. And all that beauty (covered only by her lingerie) was now unveiled before Celene's eyes. And she even had let her hair down (as the Author would say, "like, woah!!!"

As Selene walked over to place her casual wear in her dresser, she decided to strike up a conversation with her roommate. "So, Celene, what do you intend to do with your life, and your new abilities?"

[BlackDeath27]

ATHENA MARKALOV
THE ORIENTATION HALL
PRESTENT

"My name is Athena Markalov! I would love to be your roommate if would like to have me as a friend." Getting on one knee as if she was proposing to the fairy. The wind blew through the girls hair lifting it a bit from her shoulders. The sun casted a light perfectly so that her eyes sparkled a bit."I know it seems strange but I need you to be my friend it's so lonely being by my self. My abilities consist of my cyber like mind, the body I have is part cybernetic, and last I can control nano bots with my mind. Also I am not an elf my race is promethean though for my looks I genetically modified my body to look this way." It only took a split second for Athena to hear a young girl screaming about keeping her weapon.

Slightly turning to see a single girl raising her katana above her head. Without hesitation the young nanopath bowed slightly towards the fairy. Turning in a hundred eighty degrees then sprinting towards the commotion. Looking at the robot then back at the girl for a while." Do you have a problem with giving up your weapon....Ms...?"

[Imperialisium]

Emma von Salien
Entering Dorm Room

Emma, after the events of the orientation Hall walked to her room. She had glanced up and seen a guy looking at her, but she quickly quelled any thoughts that he might have a certain attraction to her. After all, he looked older, and probably was just looking for fun or curious.

Opening her dorm room door she noticed the furniture. It was nice, better than expected at least. Plopping her bags on the bed she sat down at her desk chair.

[Imperial--japan]

Celene Saxon
Dorm Room
Present

When Celene entered the dorm room, she wasn't particularly impressed by how it looked, and silently judged the placement of all room accessories. It was livable, and Celene didn't particularly care how the room ended up anyways. As long as there was a viable place to sleep and protection from the elements, she was content. When Selene began to undress in front of the necromancer, the latter didn't know how to respond.

"Wow..." she muttered silently to where not even Selene would hear. She instinctually put her hands up to her own chest and blushed. She might of been young, but she couldn't help than feel jealous over her roommates stunning figure. The Skull-Heart laughed at Celene's dilemma. When Selena asked her a question, the girl snapped out of her trance and moved her eyes upward to answer.

"My life...doesn't really have a purpose. At least not yet. When I do discover my purpose, gods save whoever gets in my way," she mildly joked.

[Nature-Spirits]

Shub-Niggurath
Somewhere
Somewhen

Shub-Niggurath stared out over the city from her balcony, her grey-blue eyes cold as they regarded each building in turn. She had been sitting on her balcony for hours, she suspected, but that was of no concern to her. She was timeless, ageless. The goddess had existed for aeons, and she would exist for aeons more, so why would she worry about a few meagre hours?

She sipped from her wine. It was a dry pinot noir, elegant in its simplicity. Lifting the glass to her lips for another sip, she realised that there was none left, and with a small scowl held the glass to her side. A young blond human woman stepped forward with the bottle and refilled the glass before stepping back, and Shub-Niggurath took another sip. That was one thing humans were good for: they cowered at her might, and her worshippers, though few, were excellent slaves. They were also, of course, convenient hosts. Most humans were unwilling to let her enter their bodies, and though they always succumbed, it was irritating when they ran away, tried to avoid basking in her divinity. Pathetic, fearful beings they were. But useful, yes. It had been humans who had created the wine she drank, after all, she had to remember.

But suddenly, she grew tired of wine, and lazily flung the crystal wine glass from her fingers so that it smashed against the human woman's face. The woman cried out, dropping the bottle of wine, and her hands went to her face, coming back bloodied. Shub-Niggurath could practically taste the human's pain on the air, and its sharpness aroused her interest. Turning her head around -- but only her head, twisting her spine so that it snapped and cracked as it turned almost 110 degrees -- she faced the human girl, and blinked. "Child?" she said distantly.

The girl swallowed a lump in her throat and looked up at her divine lady, asking tentatively, "Y-yes?"

"You are in pain." It was a simple statement of fact, and the goddess sounded altogether unconcerned and disinterested.

The girl hesitated before replying, "Yes, my lady. My frail human body is easily damaged."

Shub-Niggurath arched an eyebrow imperiously. "You dislike your body? You desire a stronger body, like that of one of my children?"

The girl's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, my lady! Of course! It is my dearest wish to be united with your divine self, and even if I cannot be joined with you as your earthly body, I would just as gladly become your child!"

But she had said too much, and Shub-Niggurath looked displeased. "What insolence," she said boredly after a few seconds of ominous silence, and the colour drained from the girl's face. But before she could protest, the goddess continued: "But very well. You will be united with me. I have, after all, tired of this wine. But blood--! One could never tire of the taste." And with that, several tentacles emerged from her mouth, slimy and writhing, almost unearthly. The goddess's mouth widened, far more than any human's could, and the tentacles darted forward, wrapping around the girl. The girl shrieked in terror, grasping for something, anything to hold onto; but it was futile. Within seconds, the tentacles and their prisoner were receding into Shub-Niggurath's maw, and she closed her mouth calmly as her head righted itself. True, humans weren't good for much. But their blood was delicious.

[Charmera]

Shub-Niggurath
Somewhere
Somewhen

Shub-Niggurath stared out over the city from her balcony, her grey-blue eyes cold as they regarded each building in turn. She had been sitting on her balcony for hours, she suspected, but that was of no concern to her. She was timeless, ageless. The goddess had existed for aeons, and she would exist for aeons more, so why would she worry about a few meagre hours?

She sipped from her wine. It was a dry pinot noir, elegant in its simplicity. Lifting the glass to her lips for another sip, she realised that there was none left, and with a small scowl held the glass to her side. A young blond human woman stepped forward with the bottle and refilled the glass before stepping back, and Shub-Niggurath took another sip. That was one thing humans were good for: they cowered at her might, and her worshippers, though few, were excellent slaves. They were also, of course, convenient hosts. Most humans were unwilling to let her enter their bodies, and though they always succumbed, it was irritating when they ran away, tried to avoid basking in her divinity. Pathetic, fearful beings they were. But useful, yes. It had been humans who had created the wine she drank, after all, she had to remember.

But suddenly, she grew tired of wine, and lazily flung the crystal wine glass from her fingers so that it smashed against the human woman's face. The woman cried out, dropping the bottle of wine, and her hands went to her face, coming back bloodied. Shub-Niggurath could practically taste the human's pain on the air, and its sharpness aroused her interest. Turning her head around -- but only her head, twisting her spine so that it snapped and cracked as it turned almost 110 degrees -- she faced the human girl, and blinked. "Child?" she said distantly.

The girl swallowed a lump in her throat and looked up at her divine lady, asking tentatively, "Y-yes?"

"You are in pain." It was a simple statement of fact, and the goddess sounded altogether unconcerned and disinterested.

The girl hesitated before replying, "Yes, my lady. My frail human body is easily damaged."

Shub-Niggurath arched an eyebrow imperiously. "You dislike your body? You desire a stronger body, like that of one of my children?"

The girl's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes, my lady! Of course! It is my dearest wish to be united with your divine self, and even if I cannot be joined with you as your earthly body, I would just as gladly become your child!"

But she had said too much, and Shub-Niggurath looked displeased. "What insolence," she said boredly after a few seconds of ominous silence, and the colour drained from the girl's face. But before she could protest, the goddess continued: "But very well. You will be united with me. I have, after all, tired of this wine. But blood--! One could never tire of the taste." And with that, several tentacles emerged from her mouth, slimy and writhing, almost unearthly. The goddess's mouth widened, far more than any human's could, and the tentacles darted forward, wrapping around the girl. The girl shrieked in terror, grasping for something, anything to hold onto; but it was futile. Within seconds, the tentacles and their prisoner were receding into Shub-Niggurath's maw, and she closed her mouth calmly as her head righted itself. True, humans weren't good for much. But their blood was delicious.

Pharasma

The lights in the room behind the balcony seemed to flicker after the child was eaten, all in unison. Even candles would blow out, as if some wind had come and plucked the light from them. Electric lights would slowly dim, as if on the last seconds before their bulbs burst or their power ran out. The smell of decay would pervade the room and the balcony, as if a corpse was rotting, however it would soon give way to a sterile smell, one might find in a hospital or at the edge of a surgeons blade. A single figure stood where the girl once stood, a woman, ever young yet ravaged by age at the same time. She looked alive and dead, though truly one could argue she was neither. The Lady of Graves looked at the ground, then at the other goddess.

"That girl. Where is her soul?" She asked, her face impassive.

Normally Pharasma would not speak when doing her duty, even if there was another god present, normally she would appear and disappear, as if a wind of death to whisk souls away to their afterlife. The only reason she had appeared in front of the Goddess was the fact she had killed someone in such an open area. Even if a Heretic god was in front of her, she would not let it interfere with the taking of the soul, nor could she, lest she break the pact and bring to bear her full powers on the mortal world. However, she had found no soul, only the other goddess. It was possible she had made a mistake, but Pharasma only did so rarely.

"Niggurath. Where is it?" She asked again, some menace in her voice, though the menace was less than threat of imminent violence and more a promise of inevitable demise. Pharasma hated even one soul falling out of the process of death.

[Nature-Spirits]

-snip-

Shub-Niggurath

To any outside observer, it would appear that Shub-Niggurath was unaware of the sudden anomalies around her. In fact, she was all too aware of the omens, and of what they meant.

Apparently, it was time for a little family reunion. Joy.

"That girl," a woman's voice said, though there had been no one there a moment ago. "Where is her soul?"

But Shub-Niggurath didn't answer. In fact, she didn't even bother to acknowledge Pharasma's appearance. She had never been particularly fond of the Court of Fools in general, though she did occasionally enjoy the company of a few of their number. But Pharasma: now, that woman took her job far too seriously in the Heretic Goddess's opinion, even for a psychopomp.

It seemed, however, that her fellow deity wouldn't give up so easily. "Niggurath. Where is it?" she repeated, and the Heretic turned her head to face Pharasma. For a few moments she stared, and the air seemed to grow thick between them. But eventually she spoke: "Why should I care?" She stared at the death goddess for another moment before continuing, "After all, souls are not my concern. They're yours. And really, what's so special about human souls that you need to gather them all up? It must be so tiring, running about doing these little chores for all eternity. I'm honestly surprised that you still bother -- and I'm rarely surprised." She sighed wearily, though it was for show. "But if you must know, I ate the thing. And unless you wish to delve into my stomach to retrieve it, I suggest you just go back to your mommy and the rest of your Fools and hope no one notices one stray soul missing. It's not like souls haven't vanished before." Having finished her little speech, the goddess simply gazed at Pharasma steadily.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Celene Saxon
Dorm Room
Present

When Celene entered the dorm room, she wasn't particularly impressed by how it looked, and silently judged the placement of all room accessories. It was livable, and Celene didn't particularly care how the room ended up anyways. As long as there was a viable place to sleep and protection from the elements, she was content. When Selene began to undress in front of the necromancer, the latter didn't know how to respond.

"Wow..." she muttered silently to where not even Selene would hear. She instinctually put her hands up to her own chest and blushed. She might of been young, but she couldn't help than feel jealous over her roommates stunning figure. The Skull-Heart laughed at Celene's dilemma. When Selena asked her a question, the girl snapped out of her trance and moved her eyes upward to answer.

"My life...doesn't really have a purpose. At least not yet. When I do discover my purpose, gods save whoever gets in my way," she mildly joked.

Selene Fischer
Selene & Celene Dorm Room
Present

Selene finished changing as Celene replied, and began fixing her hair in front of the mirror. "All life has purpose, even if that purpose lies unseen. As you mentioned, its not so much that you don't have a purpose right now, but rather you do not know what that purpose is."

She started putting in her earrings as she continued. "Now, you may know all of this already, but I will say it anyway. The answer you are looking for is found within yourself. In a sense, you already know what your purpose is, albeit sub-consciously. However, this answer typically lies quite deep within yourself, making it difficult to dig out. Oftentimes, it is so far down that you must have the help of others to find it."

Finishing her earrings, she looked herself over in the mirror. She gave a nod of approval, and then turned to Celene. "If I can be of any help, let me know. I would be more than happy to come alongside you."