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located in Cross Academy, a part of Vampire Knight: Bonds of Blood, one of the many universes on RPG.

Cross Academy

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Character Portrait: Erys Kuragari Character Portrait: Jasper von Nacht Character Portrait: Ava Ellsworth Character Portrait: Vincent Kuragari Character Portrait: Nikki Alistair Character Portrait: Morgan Alistair
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"Even I do not agree with this but it still must be done if only."




If there was anything Erys disliked, it was parties. More specifically formal parties, they never really sat well with her. For one, Vincent never taught her to dance, and the constant line of people asking her to dance made it even worse. So, she did what she always did. She left to find a secluded spot in the back, keeping her eyes on the party and the attendee's in front of her. She wasn't dressed in formal attire, or at least she didn't believe so. It was a dress Vincent had to help her pick, otherwise she would have attended in her school uniform. She sighed, fidgeting every now and then as she adjusted the strap over her shoulder.

She wasn't going to attend the party without Ulrik by her side, and so he hung against her back. It was a surprise that they allowed her to carry a weapon, however; with the constant hostility between the two races, she managed to convince the Headmaster that it was necessary. She sighed, rejecting yet another student who asked her to dance. Couldn't they get it through their heads that she wasn't going to? She was brought out of her thoughts by the approach of Morgan, scoffing slightly at his comment. She stared at him through the corner of her eye as he swirled the glass in his hand, a blood tablet having already dissolved. Rolling her eyes, she shifted a bit in her spot, folding her hands against her chest in the process.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying, 'No rest for the wicked'? Everyone is tense, waiting for someone to mess up to have a go at each other's throats, so no, I cannot relax," she retorted. She sighed, lowering her head a bit as she shook it. "Besides, I would rather be a dutiful prefect than look like a fool out there on the dance floor," she continued, pointing to a pair of humans who were dancing with each other, each one trying desperately to not trip over the other. They were either lacking in social graces, or were just nervous to be there. The point was still valid as the two finally tripped, landing on top of each other before scrambling to their feet and muttering apologies.

"I see the bruise finally went away. It seems dogs still are not as elegant as cats are I suppose," she stated, referring to his bruised eye that he no longer sported. Part of her wanted to give him another, however; it was odd in a sense that it wasn't particularly a bruise she wanted to give him. She shook her head, pushing herself from the wall in the process. She glanced at the door and spotted Vincent walking through it, dressed in a white suit. She waved once towards her brother who nodded his acknowledgement.

He made himself comfortable at a table, sitting and watching as the other mingled. The meeting had not gone as he had hoped it would, and ended rather badly. This ball was just to make up for it if anything. Although he saw no purpose in it, he only agreed to attend because he was required to. As the Kuragari representative, there were certain aspects to the job he did not like. He took a deep breath, his raven bangs falling into his eyes in the process. Erys had pulled his hair into a ponytail once more, only leaving a few wild strands to lay about. It gave him a feral, yet elegant appearance, one that he had not minded.

He could see some of the populace fidgeting underneath his gaze as he turned to stare at them. He was only here as an onlooker. If he was required, or asked, to dance, he would do so. Unlike his sister, his father had taught him long ago the finer things of being a pure-blood, and the responsibilities one had to endure to be such. Without much thought, Vincent pulled out a book and shifted through the pages, his eyes never leaving the the dance floor in front of him. Jasper had yet to arrive, and he was sure this event would be much more pressure for the other pure-blood. After all, he was the leader of the council, something Vincent wouldn't wish upon his friend, however; there was nothing more that could be done about it.

A part of him flickered, wondering how he and Ava were faring. It wasn't an easy thing for her to have done what she did, standing in front of both the Association and the Council and recount the incident. Part of him had become angered when she had to re-tell it mainly because it showcased his failure at protecting even one person. He didn't like being reminded of that incident, not one bit. And then after what the vampire had did, slicing her neck as he did so and left her to be fed from. His hands clenched tightly over the book he was holding at that thought. Why had that thought bothered him so much? Vampires feeding off of Ava. He pushed the thought away as he calmed himself.