She wants something from me. Just play along. Charlotte forced a smile and replied, "Hello. My name's Charlotte. Pleasure to meet you." We've just met, and it's already uncomfortable. How the heck do I respond to that question?? She thought for a moment, then replied, "They both sounded useful to me."

Quick, think of something else to say to her! "Um...uh, how long have you been here?" Stupid question. Nice job, Charlotte. e_e

...aaaaand you just *had* to make it awkward. I hate you already. "N-no, there's nothing I wanted to ask of you. I just thought we should be introduced, since we might be studying together eventually." Hopefully not.

She rocked on her heels a little and glanced awkwardly at the floor.

OOC : Remember to tag your characters, and if you haven't found the OOC section of this RP already, just scroll to the top until you see the tabs : RPG - Roleplay - Forum - Chat, etc.

Go to Roleplay tab, and select My Roleplays. Select The Liminal Academy, and then if you search hard enough, you'll find the OOC section.

Also, remember to tag the characters you want the attention of for each post. I don't know if the post concerns my characters or not if none of the characters are tagged. Hoped this helped!

BIC :

Cecil gave a small smile, not at all forced, and he made a low bow identical to that of what a servant's.

"Cecil Tudor, first-year student at the Liminal Academy. Pleasure to be studying with you," he addressed himself mid-bow, his eyes still trained onto hers.

OOC : Remember to tag your characters, and if you haven't found the OOC section of this RP already, just scroll to the top until you see the tabs : RPG - Roleplay - Forum - Chat, etc.

Go to Roleplay tab, and select My Roleplays. Select The Liminal Academy, and then if you search hard enough, you'll find the OOC section.

Also, remember to tag the characters you want the attention of for each post. I don't know if the post concerns my characters or not if none of the characters are tagged. Hoped this helped!

BIC :

Cecil gave a small smile, not at all forced, and he made a low bow identical to that of what a servant's.

"Cecil Tudor, first-year student at the Liminal Academy. Pleasure to be studying with you," he addressed himself mid-bow, his eyes still trained onto hers.

Allyse tilted her head at Charlotte, smiling happily.
"Nice to meet you Lottie, can I call you Lottie? I'm a new student so I only just got her but I say I have been her for longer than you. How come you weren't in the dining room?" She continued to be completely oblivious to the atmosphere, continuing to blabber on like usual.
Noticing the silver haired boy, Cecil right? She gave him a smile as he bowed Lottie, he really was a pretty guy, almost feminine in looks. Blinking up him she looked him up and down, before nodding her head as if coming to a conclusion.
"Illusions is brilliant, I use them all the time. I haven't taken the Art of magic before so I wouldn't know what that's like but the teacher is nice! Let's be friends!" She grinned at the girl before heading back towards her room, tired from the day.

As Allyse turns back, Cecil taps her on the shoulder.

"...u-um...Miss G-gypso? I do recall that the students were to be regrouping here for a tour throughout the Academy...

...pardon for me laying a hand on you..."

She turned to look back at the gathering students and pouted slightly, a tour was all well and good but it was way more fun to go exploring and discover things by yourself than be lead... But that would only in convince others.
Giving Cecil a smile she nodded and turned around, "Thanks for that, I didn't even realise though I do think it's more fun to go exploring than having a tour, this is easier though." She said to the boy and Charlotte as she began to walk towards the group, obviously expecting them to follow her towards the group though she wasn't really paying much attention as she blabbed on happily.

The Chatelaine eyes the gathering crowd of students with an air of disapproval... though exactly what it is that she disapproves of is unclear. Finally some tipping point is reached, whether in the number of students or the time she's waited, and she clears her throat to gather their scattered attention.

"Welcome to the Liminal Academy," she says, in a tone that is not, in fact, particularly welcoming. "We presently stand in the Great Hall. Those of you who arrived in a timely fashion will have already found your rooms. There is also common room for your House leading off of each balcony hall. We will not be visiting the common rooms as a group, as they are intended to be for the members of each respective House, but I trust you will manage to find them."

"On this level, there are eight classrooms surrounding the Great Hall. As you can see on their doors," she gestures, "they are named on a theme of mythological creatures: dragon, unicorn, griffin, phoenix, basilisk, pegasus, harpy, chimera."

"Now, if you will please follow me, we have some ground to cover." The Chatelaine sweeps forwards, the hem of her unfashionably long dress just brushing the floor. She takes the right-hand doorway of the two that lead to the two parallel hallways, and then immediately turns right, down another hall.

"The large doors to our right lead to the East Gymnasium, where the weapons classes are held. Ahead is the East Tower. You will find that the Auditorium is accessible from this level, or from one level up."

As they reach the end of the hall, she opens the door, allowing the students to see into the large circular room, with tiers of seats rising up into the shadows, as it is presently unilluminated. To the right of the door, stairs follow the outer curve of the room upwards, while to the right, a hall follows the same curve.

"Moving on," she says, and heads down the hall, "The library." Midway down the hall, she opens another door, to the left, and this time ushers them all inside. She looks to the young woman at the central desk. "Ms. Ladria," she says. "Would you be so kind as to go over the rules of the library for our new first-years?"

As everyone is filed into the Library, they can see a single...student, though a little older, walking away from the central desk, leaving the spot empty. She briskly approached a shelf, and began to climb up a precariously steep ladder. She softly mumbled to herself, apparently lost in her own train of thoughts, when she suddenly snapped her fingers, and obtained a few books from the shelves nearby, by then it was two stories up.

The ladder wobbled under her sudden movements, and the two narrow legs began to lean backwards, apparently unable to support the small lady with the books.

With a cry, she fell from the two-story height...

...and was subsequently caught by a slide of ice that had sprung up from the floor. The ladder was caught in the ice, and the student slid down to the floor, undamaged. The students could feel an immediate change in the air...as if the air was a greenhouse on the top of a very high mountain.

It was only then that she noticed the students, and more importantly, the Chatelaine.

"..."

She stared at them, a little surprised, before blinking once or twice to snap herself back into reality. She plopped her books down on a rather strangely-colored table, a bright lime green. She then, with a minor gesture of her left hand, shifted the ice so that the ladder was re-aligned to its original position. With another small gesture, the ice began to let out a strange sort of hissing noise, and a sort of fume wafted back into the air. It was only then that the air returned to its normal quality...

She let her arm go down to her side, and then folded her hands sheepishly. A small tinge of blush was on her face now, her head now a cute beet of embarrassment.

"...p-pardon me f-for my earlier actions...M-miss Chatelaine...

...I-I'm sorry y-you had to...see that, students. I am Ms. Ladria, th-the...the Art teacher...a-and...daytime L-librarian here...

...st-students here...they can...um...borrow books...from here...COPIES. N-no, copies of books (th-thanks to the Alchemy w-we havebeensograciouslyblessedwithhere)...which w-will wither by its due date...

...t-the inventory here...covers m-many subjects...concerning any...and every topic...

...i-if y-you need a specific...d-document...o-or some other kind of assistance...please ask. The library can be accessed a-at any time, d-day and night...though in cl-class hours you will need permission from a teacher.

...w-we also have closed-off study areas made f-for students...to w-work in th-their own environment.

...I-I believe...that is all...?"

She gave the Chatelaine a pleading look, as if she wanted some aid...

"...i-if any of th-the students here want to ask a question...feel free to..."