Hanako Asato's Story

ᴛʀɪsᴛᴇɴ & ʟᴏᴜᴇʟʟᴀ ᴀɪɴsᴡᴏʀᴛʜ
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_-_ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
_-_ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
_-_ᴡʜᴏ: Staff, Characters
_╚______________________╝Tristen has always hated boats, Louella loves them. Coordinating vacations in the past had always been made difficult by this; take the jet for Tristen, or the yacht for Lou? This time they weren't given a choice, they couldn't fly to the islet, it was barely large enough to house the Gifted Mansion (not really, but it definitely didn't have a landing strip). Tristen's driver drove them from France to Pireas, and then they hopped on a boat using the two tickets that had been included in their invitation to the Academy. Tris hadn't been overly fond of the idea of going, he was well aware he was better than everyone else, he didn't know why going to some school in the middle of the Aegean Sea was going to make any difference. Lou, on the other hand, was thrilled at the prospect of getting away from the boarding school they'd been thus far attending, and as she wasn't permitted to go unless Tristen did as well... Well, that happened. So the six-hour boat ride was admittedly less than pleasant for him.

Their bags were taken at the door, presumably as everyone elses were, and brought up to their rooms. They were required to show their cards, in which Lou held up their joint card, The Lovers, and Tris made a comment in French under his breath about how they better not have to share a room. They were each given their respective keys then, and led off to another room. Odd as it was, they weren't permitted to go up to their dorms yet, and were instead instructed to take a seat at the long table in the dining hall and await further instructions. They both noticed the computer screen rather quickly, but when they turned around to ask about it, the maid was gone.

They sat across from each other, not too far from the head of the table, as per the name cards on their plates request. There were twelve chairs in all, not including the space the monitor was occupying at the head. Tristen silently examines everyone who walks through the door, all while maintaining a boring conversation with an excited Louella to mask the fact he was judging everyone. Though he was finally freed from her grasp when a green-haired girl took the seat next to his sister, and she began shyly introducing herself to the green.

Come time everyone had shuffled in and taken their seats, the lights dimmed and the voice spoke, and finally list showed up on the screen and the lights went back to full brightness in the room, Tristen is fairly positive he made a mistake in letting his sister convince him into coming here. Lou turned to her new green haired friend excitedly, while Tris let his gaze roam to the guy next to him. "Rook, I presume?"

Just in time for the waiters to come bustling in, carrying their feast.

[OOC: Just to make things easier, let's assume these name cards has all 'pairings' sitting next to each other, ^^.]

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▏-ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Petalida, Greek Islet--▏
▏-ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015____++......▏
▏-ᴡʜᴏ: Staff, Characters____++......▏
◣_________________________◢If the green had known that he had to take a boat to this gods forsaken mansion, he would have become a hermit for the rest of his like. Yes. He. Or at least that was what he was for today. Hakon felt male for the day, but perfectly fine with the effeminate attire he was wearing. From the northern cost of Germany to a little islet in the middle of the Aegean sea cause a bit of an issue. The train ride from Gützkow to Athens, Greece was fine and all. In fact he enjoyed having a private cabin to himself and mostly lounged through the trek. It was the six hour boat ride to Petalida that made him want to die. The green was never good with boats, preferring to have both feet or hands and feet planted on solid ground. The disconnect between what he was seeing and feeling made him feel like he wanted to keel over the side of the boat the entire six hours. Needless to say that the green was never getting on a boat again so long as he could help it.

Once on land, and taking a bit of time to get reaquited with his limbs against solid ground, he showed his card tot he person taking his bags and was given the key to his room. The green found it odd that he wasn't allow to go to their rooms yet, in all honestly he was quite miffed about it for he wanted to sleep of the rest of the sea sickness he was still feeling; but the words 'dinning hall' struck a cord with the male as the thought of food being stuffed into his face made him all too happy to do as they said. However, he did note in the back of his mind how sad for him to be so easily manipulated by food of any kind after not eating for a couple hours. Something he had to work on.

Once settled into his seat, the green started to fiddle with the card that had sat on the plate denoting his place at the table. His claws making slight scratching noises on the textured paper. It read his full name, but most of the time he only gave out what ever name he felt like using for the time being and frankly it made it less confusing for anyone he would happen to get close to.

If he got close to anyone.

He chirped as he noticed the lavender haired girl attempting to get his attention and introduce herself. Hakon didn't say much, only tilting his head to the side in confusion and leaning close to her as if to sniff her before the computerized voice and dimming lights caught his attention again with a similar chirp and purring noise. Once the lights were back on, and the relief of whoever made the list to give his preferred name he turned back to the lavender girl who was now even more excited. He could almost feel it radiated off of her. "*Es ist a pleasure to meet you *Einhorn. Really! I am not zat exciting! Uh...Zat is iv it ist me zat you are excited about." he said, shyly. He gave her a nervous smile and clasped his hands together, showing the fangs that had only been put in a month ago, but looked as natural as if they had grown with him. Before he could even say anything further upon realizing that he didn't call her by name, but by imminent mental association the smell of food moved his head as the feast was arriving. The lioness was hungry from his travels and a very loud, very audible mix of a low growl and purring could be heard from the green as he watched the food being set down. Shifting his collar in impatience, a green one with blue sapphire studs and black ring in the front; a similar design to the cuffs on his wrists aside from them not having the ring on them, he tapped his two index fingers together as we watched them handle the food. A way to a lion's trust was his stomach at this moment, and his was going to make it evident was his trust was very much earned at this point.
*Es ist - 'It is'
*Einhorn - Unicorn lit. "one horn"

August 1st, 2015
Petalida, Greek Islet

Standing in front of the door to the mansion, with a blue case hanging on a strap from his shoulder and a black suitcase sitting directly to his right, Nathan Alshane found he had to convince himself that yes, this wasn't a bizarre dream.

The flight from America to Greece had been dreadfully long and unusually turbulent, and he had been more than happy to step the plane. The boat ride from there to Petalida wasn't exactly fun, either, but he had enough battery life on his 3DS to survive the trip. And now, under a fading blue evening sky, here he was, standing in front of the "Gifted Academy"...

Still, the letter they sent me was so strange... Reaching into his pocket, Nathan took something out and held it up in front of the door, as if to obscure it from his vision. It was a card, depicting two wolves staring upward at the moon, which was making an unpleasant expression. Behind them, a scorpion crawled out of a puddle of water. At the top was marked "XVIII", and at the bottom, "THE MOON."

This strange card had been mailed to him, along with the letter saying he was invited here. Without really understanding anything, Nathan decided on a whim to attend this Academy, thinking he'd be better off here than in his hometown. Of course, anything's better than having to deal with...

"Is something wrong the matter, sir?"

With a startled yelp, Nathan jumped backwards before finding a butler standing there, looking at him with a slightly amused expression. "Huh? Oh...no, just, uh...s-spaced out for a bit," he quickly replied, moving to put his card back into his pocket.

The butler raised a hand in a "halt" gesture. "Don't put that away just yet, sir. If you would be so kind to show it to me first?" A bit more confused, Nathan held it out for the butler to see. "Ah, the Moon. Then, you must be...Mr. Nathan Alshane. Am I correct?"

"...yeah, it's me," Nathan replied. For some reason, it felt hard to answer any questions properly without stuttering. Man, this is not off to a good start... "Um...so what am I supposed to do?"

The butler raised his all-controlling hand again, and a maid walked over to meet them, looking as though she'd rather do something else. "She will escort you to the dining hall. You may leave your bags here; we shall take them to your new room for you."

"Wait...d-don't I get to see my new room?" Nathan asked, feeling a bit worried about this. "I mean, what if I can't find it later?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to find it easily," the butler chuckled. "Ah, that's right...here. This should be your key..." Nathan wasn't sure from where he pulled it, but he now saw a silver-colored key being held out in front of him.

Slowly taking the key and putting it into his jacket pocket, Nathan started to follow after the maid to the dining hall. He was already starting to prepare himself, thinking about how to go about introductions. I've got to think of something good real quick... At that point, he passed a very reflective vase, and looked at his own face in it. "And I see in my reflection that I have the dumbest hat ever," he muttered to himself, trying to force a smile on his face with the self-insult. "Yes!"

Nonetheless, as he was guided into the dining hall, he just couldn't feel any hint of happiness. The maid showed him where he was to sit at the long table--there was a card with his name on the plate--and Nathan pulled the chair away from the table and immediately threw himself into it in a slouching position, feeling immensely depressed from his attempts to cheer himself up.

His eyes snapped upwards again when the lights dimmed, to see the screen at the end of the table which began speaking to them in a digitized voice. What the hell is this...? Is the headmaster really fond of making jokes or something? I mean, come on, "SW2K74"...you gave us your name in the invitation you sent to us. What, are you trying to say you're actually some kind of secret agent or something?

Still, it was ever so slightly unsettling to be greeted by this rather than a real person. It was good that the food was brought out as soon as it finished speaking, because Nathan didn't want to devote any more thought to it. Just as he straightened up and reached out to snag some food with his fork, however, his eyes landed on the screen again. For some reason, a number of letters had appeared on the screen. His name was written up there, on the second line, right next to another one: Chess Belle.

Huh...? What's that about? he wondered, silently taking the chicken leg he was aiming for. Whatever...I guess I'll just enjoy the food for now.

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((OOC || My knowledge of England comes from Sherlock Holmes, so please pardon me if I get anything wrong))

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Chess sat with her eyes closed, the sound of the ocean lapping against the sides of the boat causing little birds to dance in her vision and the taste of freshly squeezed lemons to slither across her tongue. To most people the ocean would taste like salt and sea air, maybe even sunscreen, but to Chess her palette was a little well... More unique. It wasn't an insult, it's just that most people nerves were not crossed wired. Most people could not see sounds and taste them as well, they would never know the joys of a rich coffee voice or how relaxing the color purple was. The horn on the water taxi began to beep and Chess jumped, nearly bumping her head on the roof. "Alright little lass, we're here." He said as he pulled into the dock and opened the door. Chess jumped out, grabbing her bags and thanking the driver.

The journey from London had been long and arduous and Chess was a bit late because the lift in her house had broken so she had a bit of trouble getting her bags down the stairs. Just as the female shouldered her bag with her art supplies a man and woman came to greet her, both dressed to the nines in old fashioned maid and butler attire. How amusing! Chess could only assume they were employees of the gifted program. What else would they be doing on an islet of the shores of Greece?

"Good afternoon Ms. Belle," Chess was in awe. How they they know it was her? Was she the last to arrive? "Might I see your card please?"

"Oh! Yes of course!" She placed her bag on the ground, rifling through the mess for a few seconds before withdrawing her hand and revealing the Empress card. The two nodded to teach other and the butler placed something on Chess's bags before asking the maid to lead Miss Belle to the dining hall. Chess followed eagerly, her eyes wide in awe of the place. She had been in castles before, Chess was often invited to have audiences with the Queen after her lung transplant because the story had made it's way around London, all the way to her cousins in Devon shire.

Chess was ushered inside what she assumed to be the dining hall. There was a long, rectangular table with twelve seats and place cards in front. Most everyone was there, with but a few seats left to be filled. The maid showed Chess to her plate, pulling out the chair and allowing Chess to sit down before pushing it back in. "Thank you," Chess said and nodded her head in appreciation. The woman merely backed away, leaving the dining room. Chess hung her bag on the back of the chair, turning over the place card in her hands to see the word Empress printed underneath. What did it mean? Chess wondered when the lights suddenly dimmed and a presentation was given. When the lights came back on, illuminating the hall once more, Chess noticed platters of food spread across the table.

Her stomach growled, she had skipped breakfast in order to catch the train to the airport after the whole broken lift fiasco and reached for the platter closest to her, suddenly feeling self conscious and only taking a little bit rather than what she really wanted. "Don't be a piggy Chess, you've only just gotten here." The girl murmured as she picked up her fork and dug in. How rude! Chess hadn't even introduced herself to the students sitting nearest her! She chewed quickly, swallowing just as fast and wiping her mouth on her napkin. The boy beside her didn't seem interested in making conversation, rather he was busy stuffing his mouth with a meat stick as big as his head. "How do you do?" Chess asked anyways, figuring a good first impression was the way to go.

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Tarantula||Jayn✧Beautiful Mask||Misao✧The Little Doll's Dream||Una

“The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.”

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ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Milos, Greek Islet
ᴡʜᴇɴ: August 1st, 2015
ᴡʜᴏ: Staff, Characters
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Belphagor adjusted the top-hat he had on, it had been on straight. How silly. It was now at a jaunty angle, this was preferable. He scanned the streets before him, then sighing e looked on his shoulder to see his doll.

"Ai?" He asked softly.

"Yes Rhys?" A falsetto voice answered.

"Where am I?"

"On an island. Headed to your new school Rhys." Bel nodded and looked up ahead to see a building, some servants came rushing out to him, squawking like peacocks, no. Like chickens at the slaughter house. They mentioned something or rather about a card, and some letter. Bel simply showed them his letter and pressed past the three loud servants. They managed to catch up to him however, and proceeded to lead him up some stairs to a room.

"We have taken the liberty of putting all your belongings in here Mr. . . S-Sin is it?"

"Sì" Narrowing his eyes at the butler Bel quickly smiled at him. "Grazie." Looking at the bedside table he saw a card. The Devil. A pang shot through him. Almost of sadness. He pushed it aside and noticed the butlers were telling him that he needed to go eat with the others.

Others?

Bel made his way down into the grand area where everyone else, well everyone who was there, was eating. Glancing about he realized he was supposed to be seated by someone called Valentine? Yeah, Cassandra Valentine. Striding confidently, Ai on his shoulder he sat down at the place marked with his name. Looking to the seat next to him he thought briefly about what sort of woman this Cassandra Valentine would be. More importantly he wondered what the rest of the "Others" were like.

Glaring down at his plate Bel began to eat, his blood-red eyes scanning and judging everyone he could fixate them on. I'll need to gather intel on my fellows, maybe smooth-talking will work with this crowd.

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The Island was beautiful, and the school even more so. Sherry stood alone before the impressive building, eyes blinking up into the midday sun as she soaked in and disregarded the information her hyperactive senses were delivering to her brain. Two bags sat at her feet where her families servants had left them before re boarding the ship she had arrived on and leaving.

Without bothering to pick them up, she could already tell that the building had servants who would do the job for her, taking her bags to her room without prompting, she began to walk down the path and towards the building. Any second now a butler or maid would appear to lead her to where she was expected, and if by magic, Sherry's ears picked up another pair soft footsteps of a young women (probably in her early 20s, wearing a multilayer skirt which was causing the slight swishing sound of fabric) swiftly approaching her.

Turning her head back over her shoulder, she offered a brief nod of acknowledgement to the maid, who smiled back in return. Once she came level to Sherry, she began to speak.

Good day Lady Sherry Hisakawa. I assume you're journey was pleasant?, she offered, drawing Sherry's piercing gaze to her face once more. The mask she wore was perfectly constructed, and not many would of been able to pick up on the slight tick above her eyebrows which would indicate the women's irritation at her... job presumably, or the perspiration gathering above her lip suggesting she had been outside in the heat most of the day, possibly guiding the other students.

"Quite. I presume I am one of the last few to arrive? Considering you appear to have already led quite a few of the other students down this path today and your desire for the day to end.", she responded in a monotone voice as she returned her eyes back to the path ahead.

There were other students, and considering the headteachers tone in the letter it would be safe to assume that he would like all the students to meet and interact, most likely location for this would be a dining room considering the time of day and social standing of the head.

"Correct milady, though there are still 4 more students to arrive. Please follow me to the dining room where you may become acquainted with your peers.", the maid offered in a polite and measured tone (Suggesting she had not cared for Sherry comments) before taking the lead. They continued for some time in silence, before approaching a large door, the dulled sound of cutlery on china and murmur of conversation telling Sherry's they had reached their destination. "Your bags have been taken to your room, have a nice evening milady.", the maid offered with a slight curtsey before moving away done the hallway and leaving Sherry alone.

Upon pushing the door open, she found herself looking at a long table with 12 sitting places set, and already 7 of these seats had been occupied. Each place was marked with a name, indicating who sat where. Moving towards her seat she spared little attention to the people occupying the room, already pretty aware of their life story without having to look.

Taking her seat, she turned her attention to her card, paused and blinked. The Star could be considered an ironic title to give the girl, not only where stars know to be used in the art of fortune telling but also existed above the world where they were able to observe the happening of humans with a objective view, however this irony was lost on the girl and she soon turned her attention to the card at the place next to her, absent for now, The Hierophant was the title above the boys name. Sherry quirked her eyebrow curiously before picking up the outer most fork and beginning her meal.

August 1st, 2015
I don't even know which Greek Islet we're on anymore, but whatever, I'll still say it's Petalida because laziness.

Slouched in his chair and wearing incredibly dull shades of white, gray, black, and brown, Nathan realized every part of his appearance probably clashed horribly with his surroundings. But, well, that wasn't exactly something that could be helped anymore, was it?

Without looking at anyone else, he reached for another dish. That was the scary part, honestly--whenever he looked into other peoples' eyes, it always felt like they had bad intentions. At best, it seemed they wanted him to stop talking about them; at worst, they looked like they wanted to murder him. And that was only one feeling he got from talking with other people...

Abruptly, someone sitting to his left spoke up in a British accent, trying to strike up conversation with him. Oh, no. Nathan's body immediately froze up, still with food snagged on a fork and hovering a few inches from his plate. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, what do I say to her, what do I say to her, what do I say to her...dammit, Nathan, think of something, think of something, come on, she's just being nice, this isn't hard!

He was very, VERY glad he had arranged his hair to hang over his left eye, thinking she wouldn't be able to tell what thoughts were going through his mind. Yeah..I'll try to act like a nice guy. She'll like that, right?...even though I'm probably not actually that nice anyway.

Resuming his hand motion and bringing the food to his plate, Nathan turned to look at her with a very small smile, hoping no part of his expression looked fake. "Oh, I'm, uh...I'm doing fine. How about you...?" Good work, you've already started stammering. Way to mess up within your first sentence, idiot.

The girl who had his attention right now was a bit shorter than Nathan himself, possessing auburn hair that was arranged in two pigtails which hung behind her head, reaching her shoulders. Then his eyes landed on the name card...Chess Belle. Wait, their names had appeared together on that screen after the "headmaster" was finished talking...

"Oh...so you're Chess, huh?" he asked, taking his own name card which had been on his plate and placing on the table so she could see. "I'm Nathan. Dunno how much you'll like being around me, but I'll try to act respawnsible."

Only after the words left his mouth did he consider the fact that making puns was probably not the best idea when trying to make new friends.

~Samuel J. Livingston~

August 1st, 2015

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An airhead, that's how others always perceived her. Chess wasn't sure if it was due to her small size or bright smile, but she was always being underestimated. How she loved to surprise others with her knowledge! Chess could see that even now, despite the fact that she had proved herself and gotten into what was supposed to be one of the best schools in the world they were most probably doubting her presence. Chess never belonged anywhere, she never fit in and she wasn't sure why. The girl always did her best, but in the end she almost always stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Nathan, it's a pleasure to meet you." Chess smiled despite the bad pun, she could tell he was nervous and decided that she would simply put his worries at ease by giving him the pleasant expression she most always wore. His voice tasted gray, like a cloudy sky. "Despite what you might be thinking I'm not named for the game, rather I'm named for my great grandmother Charlesse . Chess was what her friends called her so my parents thought it would be cute to name me the same thing." It was a lie. Chess was actually named for the classic black and white checkered board game but others normally found this so odd that she had decided to revamp her naming story to something a bit more classical.

After all, Chess was such an uncommon name, especially for a girl and the fact that Chess could not actually play chess did not help her case any. The girl turned to her plate and took a bite, chewing slowly in order to savor the flavour of her food and maybe in order to avoid more conversation. She could tell that Nathan was not used to speaking to people, the exact opposite of her. While Chess had been at first rejected by her classmates, she had eventually been accepted by them and opened up to become the bubbly, loving girl she is today.

Chess realized there was another boy on her other side. Unlike Nathan though, he was tall and a bit... Scary looking. Chess did not enjoy the looks he was giving her, as though he were sizing up a meal and she swallowed hard, nearly choking on her bite of buttered bread. "How do you do?" There was no point in avoiding conversation as eventually she would have to speak to him. "My name is Chess, who might you be?" The girl inquired with a warm smile.

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~Samuel J. Livingston~

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