Mikala Dutch's Story

Karne
The young woman strode up to the front of Avolair with all the confidence she could muster. On one shoulder was the strap of her tan satchel, and in her arms she held a small white kitten close to her chest. Karne took one good look at the front of the school, determination clearly displayed across her features. She was going to do good this year. Even if it killed her. Well, maybe not if it killed her. But the point was still made.

“Okay, Nani,” she murmured aloud to the kitten in her arms, who responded with a soft purr. “Today’s a very big day for me. Very big. And remember,” she held the kitten up to her face and locked eyes with it. “My baby brother’s in there, too. We’ve gotta make sure no one messes with him, alright?” Nani, the kitten, mewled her approval and Karne lightly clutched the animal back to her chest again.

She stepped inside the large building, tail swishing back and forth in wonder. She’d never been in so grand a school before. Either that or she hadn’t payed very much attention to how they looked. While her pink eyes scanned her surroundings, she made sure to avoid getting too close to the other students who were making their way to wherever it was they were going. This was mainly due to the fact that the kitten in her arms was bristling with agitation at all the fresh sights and scents. Karne made sure to hold her close as she decided to follow the majority of the students, Nani hissing softly into her shirt.

Karne wandered with the majority to a large cafeteria. The place was packed. Nani grew more aggravated by the second. Karne scanned the room, standing on the tips of her toes to catch sight of the one she was looking for, however improbable that would be (he was remarkably short). After about thirty seconds of intense searching, her eyes finally caught a glimpse of him. He seemed to be chatting with some other girl with ponytails not unlike her own.

Grinning from ear to ear, Karne hastily weaved through the students in the cafeteria, going as fast as she dared (which was pretty fast). Oddly enough, she didn’t fully run into anyone (which was a relief for Nani). As she approached, she slowed and walked around behind his chair. Then, from behind, she gave him a monumental bear hug.

“Kiran! It's me! How are you?!?!” she exclaimed.

Kiran
He couldn’t help but crack a grin himself as Mikala vibrantly answered his inquiry. As she said the part about him and his roommate, his smile decreased a fraction or two. Only a matter of time? Well, if you say so… Mikala looked back at him as she asked him if he liked it there or not. “Well,” he began, wondering himself how he felt about the academy so far. “I guess it’s okay. It’s different from what I’m used to. I’ve been homeschooled my whole life, so this is a pretty huge difference. But I guess…” he shrugged, trying to keep it brief. “I guess it’s alright. Boring? I don’t know. Once everything gets rolling, it may get better.”

Then, out of nowhere, he was hugged from behind, almost squeezing the breath right out of him. A familiar voice cried out, “Kiran! It’s me! How are you?!?!” He smiled brighter. It was Karne. He looked up at his older sister, a thought coming to his mind. Since when could Karne speak English? No matter. He’d ask later. It wasn’t important.

“Karne, I’m great! Good to see you here as well-“ Another thought occurred to him. He turned pink, still enveloped in Karne’s embrace. She was his sister! He wasn’t like that, but they looked nothing alike and if people got the wrong idea…

“Um…” he hastily untangled himself from his sister and stood up, moving back to stand next to her. “Karne,” he gestured to Mikala. “This is Mikala. Mikala,” he switched the gesture to his sister. “This is my big sister, Karne.” Karne stuck her hand out to Mikala. “How do you do?” she asked, smiling brightly, Nani peeking over her shoulder at the other girl.

Mikala smiled brightly at the pink hair girl. "Great and-" Mikala stopped mid sentence. "It's so kawaii!!!" she shouted, looking at the cat that was peeking over Karne's shoulder. Mikala clasped her hands together, looking up at the small fluffy cat called Nani. "Where did you get it? It's it boy or girl? Oh it's so cute!" she gasped, wanting to reach out and hug the cat. Mikala was easily distracted, having the attention span of a gold fish (maybe exaggerating). Mikala turned, back to Kiran, a frown on her face as she placed her hand son her hips, leaning forward. "Why didn't you tell me your sister had a cat?" she said, almost angry but her frown quickly turned back into a smile as she turned back to Karne.
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Kayla couldn't help but laugh as Leanne asked about Victor's little werewolf. "I can't wait until this goes wrong" she said placing her chin on the palm of her hand and leaning her elbow on the table. God, of course Victor would be the last to show up. Can't say I'm surprised though" she thought and let out a small "Tch" sound.

"Why didn't you tell me your sister had a cat?" Kiran blinked a couple times at Mikala. Well, the subject never really came up... He opened his mouth to respond, but before he or his sister could, the kitten crawled over Karne’s shoulder, down her arm, and into her hands, changing shape as it went. By the time it reached Karne’s outstretched, upward-faced palms, it wasn’t a cat anymore. Standing in Karne’s hands was a little girl. A rather short little girl. She wasn’t much taller than the cat she’d formally been. Her height was almost laughable. Actually, it was. She looked more like a little doll than a living creature. Two feline ears peaked from short lavender hair and a similarly shaded tail slowly lashed about behind her. Nani’s eyes regarded Mikala with curiousity, and she tilted her head to one side before speaking.

“My name is Nani, and I’m Karne’s guardian. I’m a girl,” the little noble said simply. Kiran almost laughed at how blank Nani’s face was. She was usually like this when meeting new people. But otherwise, she was a flurry of emotions and attitude. He wasn’t sure what her deal was with strangers. Cat thing maybe? He had no idea. Nani still confused him, and he’d known her since his early childhood. In all that time, he never questioned why she hadn’t appeared to grow an inch. Hadn’t dared. Though small, she could be quite scary when she wanted to be. Kiran blinked again as he thought of something else. Since when could Nani speak English?!? Then again, being as old as she was... it was a little more plausible than Karne speaking it. He mentally shook his head. Wasn’t a big deal. He was confusing himself, anyways.

Idly letting his gaze wander while Nani stood in Karne’s hands, analyzing Mikala, he saw an odd sight through the crowd of students: Darius. Well, that wasn’t the odd sight entirely. He lay unconscious (or maybe just simply sleeping; Kiran couldn’t quite tell) with his head upon a table. Kiran furrowed his brows in curiosity. Why the bloody hell is he sleeping at a time like this? He didn’t look too hot either, a tad... unwell from where Kiran was standing. It unnerved him to see proud, classy, uppity Darius such a way. It was weird. So, despite the awkward situation that would surely follow, Kiran made up his mind to... investigate.

“S’cuse me,” he mumbled to the girls as he walked off, maneuvering as best he could through the other, generally taller students who weren’t seated at the moment for some reason or another. Upon reaching Darius’ side, Kiran confirmed that there was indeed something wrong. Darius was most definitely unwell. His lips were moving ever so slightly, as though muttering something in his sleep. One eyebrow raised, Kiran firmly shook Darius’ shoulder, prepared to do so again if he didn’t wake the first time.

“Darius? Wake up. You don’t... look too good there. What’s wrong?” he ventured as far as speaking to his roommate, in case he wasn’t roused simply by physical contact.

Mikala would watch as Kiran's sister left. Mikala watched the small crowd of people for a while then shook her head, quickly growing bored. As Mikala turned away, she saw a young man watching the little argument. Mikala looked at him curiously. She hadn't seen him at the beginning of school. Perhaps he had come late? No matter, Mikala slowly approached him, still curious. "Hellloooo" she said looking up at him. "I didn't see you yesterday. I'm Mikala" she said introducing herself. Mikala began to rock slowly on her heels, her hands behind her back. There was something about him....something strange. Mikala couldn't decide if it was good or bad but it bothered her a bit. "What are you? A demon or something?" she asked, referring to what supernatural being he was.

Arawn heard a voice directed towards him, he looked down to see a girl looking up at him. She introduced herself then went straight to the point. "What are you? A demon or something?" Arawn hesitated and thought "Would saying I am a werewolf have a impact on her opinion of me, are werewolves treated different around here or something because there doesn't seem to be any." Arawn stalled for a second then responded "Isn't it normal to say what race you are first before asking what theirs is." He said as he leaned against the door smiling, trying to dodge the question for as long as he could. Arawn felt strange some how different was it having a conversation or Arawn couldn't put his tongue on it. He wondered looking at the girl thinking "could it be her?"

Mikala frowned slightly, leaning to one side. "Well....." she said thinking. "It doesn't matter but im a vampire" she said smiling. "Type.........B" she added, almost forgetting. "Now your turn" she said, clapping her hands together, bouncing up and down. "Hmmm does it really mater who goes first? Maybe, or not. Oh well" she thought shrugging to herself. "Hey, where are you heading?" she asked curiously, looking at him with brows furrowed in thought. A sudden thought occured Mikala. "Was he....stalling earlier? I wonder what for...."

"It doesn't matter but im a vampire" She said. "Doesn't it really not matter here, is it that different from the outside." Arawn thought to himself as he remembered his child hood growing up running from hunters and being called a monster. "Now your turn" Arawn still hesitated to answer but she moved on to a different question "Hey, where are you heading?" "Oh I just got my key from the Dean so I was thinking I would drop off my bag in the room." He said as he adjusted the bag in his hand. "Oh why we are on the subject its a little embarrassing to ask but.... I am not so good with directions so could you show me to my room its number 203 and if I go looking I think I might get lost again, it would be a great help if you don't mind." Arawn said kinda nervous like.