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Anestia Welm

"Shut up"

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a character in “Gifted: Reaching for Destiny”, as played by Anraee

Description

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Theme Song 1|| Bubbly ||


Theme Song 2|| Warrior ||


Love Theme || N/A ||


Emotional theme|| Radioactive ||


Serious Theme|| Demon ||


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✖ Full Name ✖:


✖ Nicknames ✖:


  • Mimi
  • Kai
  • Pain in the Ass
    "Please just call me Mimiko..Anestia is the name my mother gave me."

    ✖ Age ✖:

    16

    ✖ Gender ✖:

    Female

    ✖ Sign ✖:

    Capricorn

    ✖ Role ✖:

    The Star

    ✖ Romantic Interest ✖: TBA

    ”Why should i say? Its a secret..”

    ✖ Sexuality ✖:

    Bisexual. "If they can keep up with me gender doesn't matter."

    ✖ Nationality ✖:

    70% French 30% Indian

    ✖ Alignment ✖:

    Playfully Cheerful|| Michievous Natured

    ✖ Face Claim ✖:

    Haruhi Suzumiya







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    ✖ Physical Description/Clothing Preference ✖:


    Body type|| Average- You can say she does have a body. Its not exactly small or anythings, but its just a body nothing too much to care about really. She has nothing extra big, or extra small. "Why do you care anyways? My body wasn't made for your viewing pleasure."


    Skin Tone|| Light tan- Its not exactly a darker tan but she has one. She does tan easily since majority of the time she'd rather be outside than staying in some school dorm or such all the time.


    Hair|| Brown- "why does thi matter?"


    Eye Color|| Hazel- "Don't look me in the eyes"


    Clothing Attire|| Peach colored shirt, jeans, and white shoes. Nothing too special


    ✖ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ✖:

    - She has a gallery is star like birthmarks on her back.


    ✖ Gift ✖:
    Doppelganger-
    Some people might say that she's a copy cat, But really its not like that. She likes to make take ideas that had failed before an people had given up on, and make it her own. She'll change a few factors from how it originally was. Its a fun thing she likes to do, but people tend to hate her for ding that. Bu it one of her best talents. After all when she sees something that she can potientally make better it drives her to doing it. Plus she loves having the right to say she made it better than the original person did. She also invents her own contraptions, but a lot more people pat attention when she brings failure back into a success.
    ✖ Hobbies/Skills ✖:


    • Volunteering with kindergardeners.
    • Painting
    • Being better than others.
    • Pranks
    • Archery

    ✖ Personality ✖:
    Arrogant-
    She's has an arrogant personality and she's not ashamed of it in the least. Anestia always had a thing for being confident for herself. Some people may hate this part of her, but she likes herself. She tends to think she can do anything she pleases and can get away with it. Majority of the time she has as smug look on her face.

    Determined-
    No matter what she is always always determined at being the best and succeeds at doing it. Giving up is being a failure and that's something she's not striving to be. In her mind you have to stay determined in whatever your doing in order to get anywhere. This trait automatically allures out once they see her determination an dedication towards whatever she is doing.

    Mischievous-
    One thing you have to know is ho much she tends to cause trouble. Most people don't automatically point their fingers at her. But those who do know her well enough, know who might be the cause. But she does have a lot of secrets that she isn't willing to tell just anyone.
    Naiveness-

    Anestia tends to believe whatever people people tell her. She doesn't like to think that people would even try and lie to her. It may be a bad trait of hers but its one she cant help.

    Social-
    She has no problem socializing with other people and tends to do it a lot. She doesn't like to be alone so she like having friends around her. Majority of the time she cant keep her mouth shut when she's around others. Some people call her blunt because she doesn't watch herself at all.

    Free Willed-
    She its like a bird. She does as she wants and goes above and beyond. Nothing can hold her down once she's already in the air. Not unless your willing to get hurt from disturbing her peace. She believ that people should be able to do whatever they want to do without beng held back. If people hold her back, its like taking her spirit and dreams away.

    Aggressive-
    Its not really always intended, but when she's really excited about things it may seem like she's being aggressive. But in al truth she's really not trying to be all. If she was really trying to hurt someone they would know it before she even tried to hurt them.






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    ☢ Likes ☢:


    • Sweets/Food in general
    • Stuffed Animals
    • Plants
    • Books
    • Pictures
    • Staring into people eyes.


    ☢ Dislikes ☢:


    • Cats
    • Loud Noises
    • Gnomes
    • Cleaning
    • Peanut Butter
    • Bullying


    ☢ Flaws ☢:


    • Deaf in her right ear.
    • She’s rash when upset.
    • Naiveness- She has thet tendency of believing whatever people tell her.
    • Stone Face-She always has a stone look on he face making it so that people don't know how she feels
    • She has a passionate love for food.


    ☢ Fears ☢:


    • Abandoment.
    • Darkness
    • Losing her Memories
    • Losing body parts.
    • Carnivals
    • Becoming evil.


    ☢Secrets ☢:


    • At age 14 she began living by herself, since her mom was to depressed to care for her.
    • She always has a cross on under her shirt.
    • In the middle of the night she alwayws drinks a cup of coffee.
    • She has severe social anxiety. Although she doesnt show it, majority of the time shes freaking out when she has to socialize or when people are looking at her.
    • She wants to have someone truly love her.
    • ”I’m not sharing my deepest secret”








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☢Bio ☢:
Early Childhood-
Anestia grew up as a small child with her dad. Her mom has disappeared on them not long after she was born. She loved her dad to death and was the sweetest child. She had a tiny dog she named Ruf because of how his fur felt when she adopted him. Her first years of school were easy and she had no trouble making friends at all. She was active and was a normal young kid. She always caused a bit of trouble along with everything else.
Later Childhood-
Around this time she and her dad moved in with her grandpa. This is when she became interested in turning failures into success. Her grandpa had been a former inventor and had tons to contraptions that had failed to work. She became tinkering with them with the help of her grandpa. He helped her and shaped part of the person she was today. School had become more of a pass time for her although she did keep up her average grades. Any opportunity she got, she normally used it to compete in science fairs. hen she firs started out, she wasn't the best, but wasn't the worst but she did work constantly. She was determined to be the best
Adolescence-
Early into her teenage years is when she became serious in what she was doing. Countless nights she would stay up perfecting just to be satisfied. She was a workaholic. Around this time she was making her way to the top when she entered competitions. Finally after long periods of time she got to the top. She was overall proud of herself for it. A lot happened around this time, but she'd rather not discuss it with other people. Especially to those she doesn't know or trust.

☢Hospital Mental Evaluation ☢:
'What do you call a screw loose? I have my problems here and there. Its nothing serious"





☢ Other ☢:
The only reason she decided to go to the school was because they said she could bring her dog along.

So begins...

Anestia Welm's Story

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Today was that day. Or night he supposed since it was evening already. Many months of preping and planing would finally come together. whether or not it will bare fruit though, well that was beyond The mans vision. As he sat in his study, the man known as Anderson Montgomery March contemplated just how this batch of students would turn out. It was his third undertaking in The short history of his academy. And to date only five students have ever seemed to survive. wait no that's not the right word, graduate? That was it. Only Five have ever graduated from his enigmatic school. Perhaps the challenge was to hard for most, or maybe he had not made the first few clues in his little game obvious enough? Well regardless, this would be a learning experience for both him and his students.

As he was about to go an yet another extensively long train of thought there was a knock on the door. Anderson casually righted himself and his appearance before addressing the situation. "You may come in." The door opened and a rather tall, thin man in his later years entered the room. The man bowed formally before speaking. "The children will be arriving in their limo's as we speak master. Unfortunately it appears we might not be seeing a few of them for A few days due to travel delays." Anderson looked over his glasses at his old friend and gave a soft smile. " Some things cannot be helped i suppose. Thank you Joseph, please have them shown to their rooms then brought to the dinning room for dinner. Its going to be a very interesting year." The headmaster turned in his chair to gaze out at the night sky. Joseph spoke up. "As you wish sir." The butler paused a moment before speaking again. "Do you believe these children will last longer then a year? Anderson paused and thought for a moment on this. "Yes . . . I do in fact. I have this feeling about this batch. Things will be different this time around old friend." Joseph bowed again and exited the study, off to greet the new students to Gifted Academy. Mr.March sat there, staring out at the stars in the sky. A smile slowly growing on his lips. "Yes, This time things will be much different."

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"Ah! We're finally here!" exclaimed an excited Ruko, acting more like a child than a sixteen year old. She'd spent a long few hours on a plane from Japan. She would have arrived a few hours before, but due to weather conditions her flight had been delayed for a little over an hour. As such, it was already quite dark upon her arrival; evening had already settled in. "Ugh... The jet lag is gonna be the death of me..." the pink-haired female complained. She tiredly made her way to the baggage claim and picked up her belongings, which were surprisingly minimal for someone of her background. All she had brought with her was a guitar in a case, which she had slung over her shoulder, and a single bag of luggage. She brought only what seemed to be essential.

She made her way to Gate D of the terminal, being sure to keep a wide berth around those of the male gender. It was unlucky for her to have had to sit beside some random guy for the entire flight, she couldn't sleep a wink because of it, so she had no intention of spending anymore time near them than she had to. As she passed through the doors, she spotted a sign with her name written on it in large bold letters held up by a butler. She shuddered at the thought of being driven around by a male... though she really had no choice. The ticket she had received alongside her letter, key and card was just a one-way ticket. There was no turning back at this point.

She hustled over to the sign-bearer and stopped a few feet in front of him. "Uhm. Excuse me!" She called, her English definitely needed a little bit of work; her better language was Japanese and lesser ones being English and Latin. "That... Uh, that name on the sign. That's me." She flashed her driver a smile, hoping she didn't seem as nervous as she already was. "Of course. Right this way, Ms. Justitia." The butler said, pasting a smile on his face, as he gestured over to a nearby vehicle. A limo, to be specific. Ruko was a bit concerned with the butler; he had put on a smile, but she could tell that it was fake. Not the kid of fake that someone would use to kidnap someone, but more like he was just fulfilling his job to keep food on the table. Despite that, she couldn't help but smile a bit at the sight of the limo. She had ridden in limos before, but it hadn't been something she'd done for a few years. It was an odd sense of nostalgia. She hopped into her seat, door held open by Mr. Butler, and decided she may as well take this chance to catch up on some well needed sleep.

She woke up, unsure of how much time had passed, to a buzzing sound coming from what appeared to be a sort of intercom system. She pressed the button and heard the familiar voice of her driver. "Ms. Justitia, we will be arriving at the academy shortly." She glanced out the window and, to her surprise, was shocked at the scene she saw before her. Granted, the sight was very dark and hard to see, but she could just barely make out the outline of what appeared to be a forest. "Mirificum..." She mumbled, half asleep. She could only imagine what it would be like during a fine bright day in the middle of autumn; she made a mental note to explore this area if she ever had the time. Just like the driver had said, it was not long before they had arrived at the entrance of the academy.

She stepped out of the vehicle, letter from the headmaster in hand, and headed over to the doors. She did not make it far."Ohh... This is a pretty fancy looking acade-- Hueh?!" In her half-asleep state, she did not notice that there was a curb and, naturally, fell face first to the ground. "Ah, are you alright?" Asked a voice, not that of her driver. Ruko looked up and her face turned an unsightly pale shade. She stared right into the face of some random man. By the looks of it another butler, but a man nonetheless. She quickly did her best to collect herself and took several steps backwards. "Y-yeah! I'm verine, thankyou!" She said, stumbling over her words. The one who had just questioned her picked up the letter that she was previously holding and took a look at the card contained within. "The Magician. You must be Ms. Ruko Justitia, then. Welcome to the Gifted Academy." The man said, given her a bright smile. "My name is Joseph C. Wright, head butler of this establishment. I shall be servicing you and the rest of the students for the remainder of your stay."

Ruko was unsure about him. Of course, she had biased suspicions of lots of males given her condition, but he just seemed... off. Typically, she was able to understand peoples emotions through their body language and facial expression, yet this man... Joesph, seemed to not show anything at all; as though he wore a mask. In any case, she didn't feel comfortable staying outside with him. "Right. Yes. Thank you for the welcome. See you!" She quickly bowed before swiping back her items and making a dash for the doors. She slammed them shut behind her with a loud bang and immediately slumped up against the closest wall. "Bardus..." She mumbled to herself with a sigh.


Mirificum=Awesome
I'm verine, thankyou!= stuttering due to nerves. She meant to say "I'm very fine, thank you"
Bardus=Stupid

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Not exactly the best first impression, that's for sure. Ruko could feel her soul slowly dying as soon as she took a seat just off to the side of the main entrance. Her loud, undoubtedly odd, entry to the building drew most, if not all, the eyes of the people currently situated there. She didn't even need to look up to know that she was being watched. If there ever was a time where she didn't wish to be noticed, this would definitely be it. She idly fidgeted with her card, praying to something that there would be some sort of an excuse that would allow her to blend into the crowd and be the one looking than the one looked at.

As though to answer her prayer, another person entered through the main entrance that she had just recently slammed shut. Well, not person, but people. First was the familiar butler that had stood outside, the one whom she had bolted away from. Following him were two others. One taller male with dark-brown and a smaller girl with a really pale hair color; it seemed to be somewhere in between an extremely pale lavender or a strong silver. The male seemed to be scanning the room. For what reason, Ruko couldn't tell, but he had a look of annoyance in his eyes and his body language suggested that it wasn't because he was looking for a friend. "He seems... like someone to avoid..." She whispered to herself. On the other hand, the smaller girl seemed to have just relayed a message from the butler, Joseph, to the guy. From what she could tell based on that girl's body language, she seemed like she'd be a more cheerful person. An opposite attitude to that of the male. "Why does she hang around that guy..." Ruko asked herself. "Someone who seems as nice as she does can't willingly want to hang out with someone who seems to be rude like him... Is he perhaps... Blackmailing her...?"

Although she knew that having such speculations before you get to know a person is never good, she couldn't help but feel like there was something going on between these two. She'd be sure to keep an eye on that guy, from a distance of course. He didn't seem trustworthy. Ruko took this chance to quickly survey the others in the room. There was another male sitting on the other side of the room near a power outlet. The most peculiar thing that she noticed about him was his hat which had a sort of pattern on it, like an animal pelt or something. Nearby the one with the hat was a figure with long, green hair. "Wow... she has nice hair." Ruko mumbled. Green was holding some sort of plush and, based on how she carried herself, seemed to be an ... interesting person. For lack of better words. Someone to talk to later, definitely.

Moving on, she settled her eyes on a dark skinned female. This one seemed to have an air of mystery around her. One that people could associate with a rebel or vigilante. Next was another male sporting a white beanie with a bit of blonde hair sticking out underneath. "Uhm... based on how he carries himself... He seems like someone who would do a lot of running. Maybe I can..." Ruko shook her head. As much as she would like a running partner, he was a guy. There's no way that would work out given her condition.

Looking a bit more, Ruko's eyes landed on another female who was holding some sort of book. A notebook? No, it was more like a sketchbook. She definitely seemed to be concentrated with her current piece. "Maybe I could ask her if I could see some of her art later." Finally, there was the male with the red hair. He seemed to be on his own, though mostly everyone was. He seemed lonely. Well, either lonely or alone. Those two, albeit close, are not the same.

Before she had much time to contemplate on Red, she heard the butler, Joseph, speak up. He mentioned something about there being a late arrival before striding off down another hall to what was soon to be everyone's new living quarters. It didn't take long for her to be introduced to her room. A door with the same picture as her tarot card allowed it to be easily identified, the Magician. She opened up the door to her room, being sure to close it slowly and quietly behind her. She definitely made enough noise with the door slamming from earlier. No need to repeat that predicament.

She looked around her room, definitely pleased with what she saw. "Wow... Tadaima." She said, letting a smile creep on her face. It wasn't much, just a simple room with beige walls and wood flooring. Despite her being the child of a wealthy family, she definitely preferred this kind of style more. It gave her that sense and feeling of normality. There was even a stand for her guitar and a note saying that her walls were soundproof. Definitely a great room for her. "This is gonna be a good time, I think." she said as she began to unpack her belongings.

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When Mimiko first saw the letter she had gotten she couldn't help but to be a little more than surprised. She hadn't had the best grades in the class so when she did get the letter it seemed like more of a joke for her. She read the letter over and over again trying to figure out why she was being accepted into the school. It was saying she was being told that she was a genious. But in all truth anyone could have been. there was really nothing special about it at all. She shook her head and grabbed her bag as she saw the limo.

Mimiko looked at the man as he opened the door for her to get into the car. "Köszönöm..Thank you" She spoke and quickly translated to English. She had a tendency of speaking the language she was learning at the moment. Her native language was English, but she did like to speak other languages for fun. She smiled kindly at the chauffeur when he had given her a smile. She sat in the seat and began to tinker with a small childs toy that had gone wrong. So far she's been having a hard time figuring out what the original inventors had done. She then started tothink about the possibilities of things that ran through her mind and got lost in it. Science and math intrigued her to a different level. It was something she couldn't quite explain but it was like a love. She loved doing it.

Before she knew it the chauffeur opened the door for her to exit the car. She looked at him adjusting her eyes to the now bright light that was shining through the now opened door. "Thank you..." She looked at her empty hands a frowned. She looked at the toy she had fixed and put it into his hands. "I know its a rather small gift but it s a way to show how thankful i am" She told him honestly. She didn't like from anyone to do something for her and she not do something for them. It seemed she was making herself a bad person for not doing the same for another person. It was her reputation that she was thinking about more so. She couldn't just let anyone do things for her, and her not to do anything. What type of person would that make her look like? One that wouldn't do things for others in her opinion.

Once she was out of the car she looked around. Everything just seemed so....Amazing. It took her breathe away. the nature and just the curve of the area seemed amazing. She had always been one for liking architecture. It always just looked so appealing and grabbed her attention. She went over to a bush filled with blooming flowers and took a sniff and sighed. Right behind her she heard a chuckled and turned around placing a hand on her hip. "What's so funny?" She asked the man that appeared to be the butler of the place. "I couldn't help but to laugh at your expressions Miss. Anestia. Let me introduce myself. I'm Joseph C. Wright, head butler of this establishment. I shall be servicing you and the rest of the students for the remainder of your stay." The man said shaking her hand softly with a grin plastered on his face. "Welcome to the Gifted Academy" She smiled at him and shook his hand. "Thank you my kind sir! Its a pleasure to be here." She tells him with a smug expression on her face. "May I have your card?" he asks her kindly.

Mimiko shuffled through her bag and pulled it out. She handed it to him and he looked at it for a moment before handing it back to her. "Ah the star? You seem to shine bright." He tells her with a smile. She laughs and nods."That i am." She replies smugly. After that they bean some small talk. eventually he had other things to do and left her at her own bedroom. She had a fun time talking to him and was glad she was able to. In his eyes she appeared to be a talkative person that did as she pleased. It could be in both a good and bad way. There were perks and such to either or.

Mimiko sighed and walked into her room. She flickered on the lights and looked around. It was amazing. She smiled and jumped on the bed. It was perfect. There were little trinkets and old toys displayed on the walls. She ran her hands over it and picked up a small toy monkey. A bright smile crept on her face as she held it. This type of stuff always interested her and she couldn't hel but to smile about it. After all she did love to mess with these things for some odd reason. It was intriguing and she wait to tinker with all her new goodies.

After a few minutes of looking around she hears the loud bark coming from her dog. She looked at her dog with a huge smile on her face. She took her dog out of his traveling cage and he attacked her. She laughed as her face was covered in wet dog kisses. She pulled him away and sat up. "Easy boy" She told him and scratched behind his ear. She got up and sat down at her desk. She wanted to record this memory so one day she would be able to play back on it as she's on old lady. She opened up her diary and began to write.

Dear Diary,

Things have started and I know its only the beginning....

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Mimiko Welmhad basically sat in her room for the few hours she had before everyone started to make wither way to the dining room. She had spent those hours either playing with her dog (Peaches) or tinkering around with a tiny rebot she found on her dresser. She thought it seemed really cool so she decided to mess around with it and eventually get it to work again.

As she was finally don't fixing it up she heard the other students whispers and such as they went to the dining hall. She sighed and sat up from her bed. Peaches(her dog) sat up and watched her before she set the toy on the dresser for the meantime. She looked at the watch then her dog. She knew she really couldn't leave him there unless she wanted to have a completely messed up room. She was still waiting for the little dog house keeper thing to come in so she could leave her in the room when she needed to. But as she said it hasn't came in and she doesnt trust her puppy at all.

With a slight sigh he got up putting on her usual outfit for the meeting people. She laughed to herself thinking about it. Since it only consisted of white sponge Bob shirt that showed him dancing with Patrick and skin jeans paired with pink converse. In her opinion this was perfect meeting someone material. It showed her weirdnesss and part of her love for spongebob. Mimimo knew it was a little more than strange and stood up to get up to go to the dining area she assumed it would be. But before than she put the green leash on her dog as she happily followed her.

Through halls she had the small toy ahead of her. She was controling it with the remote and was quite frankly having a fun time doing it in general. She smiled to herself as she could hear all the voices in the dining hall. Before making her entrance with the small pup that was excited to be everywhere and jump all over the place, the small robot walked in before her. It was like that classical scene when you see a robot roaming around out of no where and it made her laugh softly wondering if anyone would notice it at all.

After a few minutes of the robot walking around the dining hall she moved and made her way into it herself. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and sat in one off the farther areas of the room. If anyone would want to know her they would have the opportunity to talk to her if they wished. But she was more so interested in the guy sitting next to her. He seemed a bit....grumpy at the moment.

Her small dog sat in her lap and began to bark at him in more of a playful way so she laughed and shushed her dog and Peaches remained quiet. She looked at the boy again and gave him a smile. "Hey there grumpy pants! I'm Mimiko, might I ask your name?". She had asked with with a wide grin on her face. Secretly she hoped that he wouldn't take offense to that at all since she was more so joking around with him a bit.

Once again she looked around the room at everyonre as they started to get to chatting a little more. She started to take notes on the way everyone was acting to see how any of them would kind of get along with each other. So far they all seemed like decent people, she had even laughed when she saw one of the boys had more so a surprised look on his face when a girl sat near him.

Dear Diary,
I honestly have to say that I think I will enjoy it here. This will be a pleasant change for me and I'm already liking it. I hope for some more interesting things to happen soon......

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"A... Ashita... Ashitapoura...?" Ruko said, attempting to sound out the name of the green haired person. It didn't quite sound right coming from her mouth, but that was most likely due to the difference in speech and language. The name was definitely not Japanese, that's for sure. Just then Ruko noticed something flutter out from the plush that had been riding Astapora's lap. It appeared to be her tarot card, one that Ruko easily recognized as The High Priestess. As she was about to reach for the card and pick it up as an act of goodwill, Astapora lunged forth and grabbed it.

Ruko couldn't help but laugh at the obvious embarrassment that was shown on Astapora's face. The pink-haired girl put her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter. It wasn't for another few moments that she was able to calm down, wiping a tear forming at the corner of her eye. "Paenitet." She coughed, catching her breath, "Erhm. I'm sorry about that, Ashita-san. Eh, ah... Is it okay for me to call you that?"

At that moment in time, Ruko noticed a white object shoot by her peripherals. She turned just in time to see a paper plane land directly onto Red's head. She scanned the room, checking to see if she could find where the plane was launched from... and was very disappointed. She may very well have had bright neon signs pointing to her saying "I threw the plane!" Of course, Ruko was referring to Sketch who was, very openly, expressing her guiltiness by slumping into her seat a pulling down her hat. Then again, based on the expression on her face, Sketch was somewhat intending to be found out. Of course, it didn't really help that Mr. Animal Hat was acting pretty suspicious about it himself. Whether they wished it or not, they would be noticed.

At that moment in time, Ruko noticed two more bodies in the room that had not been there before. That would be the tall guy who's probably blackmailing the little girl, as well as said little girl. There was no way that such a sweet looking girl would willingly
be with a guy who looks so rotten to the core. The guy, Ruko decided she'd call him Akuma for now, seemed all stand-offish, staying by himself. The little girl, Ruko dubbed her as Tenshi for now, went over to the nervous looking boy who was sitting by himself previously. Ruko's eyes darted back to Akuma, glaring.

Before long, another person entered the scene, waltzing straight up to Akuma. This girl had orange bows in her hair, leading to Ruko calling her Ribbons. Ruko had to admit, the girl had courage to just flat out sit herself down beside someone as frightening as Akuma, let alone strike up a conversation with him. A sound that Ruko heard before came from that general direction. At first Ruko had no idea what it was, but as she squinted her eyes she could just barely make out something furry squirming about on Ribbons lap.

"Inu...?" Ruko mumbled, as though to confirm what she was seeing. Upon hearing another bark come from that direction, Ruko shot upwards, knocking her chair over behind her. "Ah! It's a dog!" She exclaimed with excitement, a smiling stretching across her face. "Ashita-san! That's a dog, isn't it? It is! It is!" Ruko put her arms on Astapora's shoulders, shaking them back and forth. Not once did she take her eyes away from the dog, showing as much professionalism as a five year old on a sugar rush.


Paenitet-Sorry
Akuma-Devil
Tenshi-Angel

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Hakon's head sunk into his shoulders as Ruko laughed at his slight mishap. As minor as it was, in his mind, it was a bad first impression. Possibly something that she'd put over his head for a while. Although it was something he was used to, it still hurt him to have said thought. "Es ist nicht so lustig.*" he muttered in protest under his breath as he stuffed the card back into Axel. Looking back at her again once she stopped laughing, he bowed slightly as he scratched the back of his head as he looked about the room again, nodding in approval.

Leopard hat and Purple headphones seemed to look guilty this time around as he noticed something different about Big red. A paper airplane had landed on him. Snickering mentally, it was probably something to get his attention. Lavender and White hat were still hitting it off and still some missing seats. Hakon sighed and leaned back into his seat, petting the plush dolls' head for comfort. It wasn't as bad as he had thought it was going to be. Aside from dropping his card, he assumed that this Ruko was at least friendly. Things were at the very least looking up in terms of finally getting along with people outside his foster family. A slight smile swam it's way across his face.

However, the shaking of his shoulders soon rattled him out of his comfort zone. Ruko yelling in his ear and shaking him had imminently tensed him up as he did not like being touched by people he didn't know. But one word made his mind turn in the worst way possible....

dog....

Dog...

DOG...

Before the green could even register the fact that Ruko was happy about the little beast, had he literally leaped out of his chair with Axel in his mouth, onto the table on all fours, bounding off of Big Red and diving into a far corner of the room hiding behind the Shiny Gliscor plush; shaking and shivering like he had just been found after a massive fire fight. All the while screaming the word "nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" through the plush, though ironically sounding almost exactly like a dog's whine. Curled up in the corner of the dinning hall as tight as he possibly could, wide eyed as he kept his eyes on where he thought the dog was. The thought of him making an absolute fool of himself failed to cross his mind at this point.

Only the need to get as far away from the dog was of natural importance at this time.

*Es ist nicht so lustig. = it's not that funny.

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Makoto was, frankly speaking, quite bored. Having found the dining room, which was still without food, Makoto was, to say the least, beginning to feel grumpy. He had only started making his way down to the dining room because there were no groceries in his refrigerator up in his room. If there had been food for him up in his room, Makoto probably wouldn't have left, as he would have been perfectly fine just cooking for himself. "It'd probably taste better anyway..." Makoto mumbled to himself. "Well, I'd probably prefer it to whatever it is they're makin'." Having finished his grumbling, Makoto rubbed his aching stomach. That damn butler from before had said there would be dinner, but where was it? To ease his growling stomach, Makoto took to examining the artwork in the dining room, one hand still gingerly resting on his stomach. Makoto's hunger aside, there were some really interesting paintings here, and they captured Makoto's attention.

As he stood looking at the artwork, and waiting for that elusive butler who'd promised them food, Makoto noticed that the others had entered the dining room as well. There was the green haired little girl, who was still carrying the little plushie she'd arrived with. From what Makoto could tell, he needed to treat her with kiddy gloves. She seemed... fragile, to say the least. Then there was a pink haired girl. Makoto couldn't tell what her deal was, but she seemed nice enough. Then there were the two other boys, both with hats. One was singing to himself, quite well actually, and the other was chatting it up with the girl who'd brought a sketchpad with her. There was even a girl who'd brought a white dog with her. They were all interacting with each other pleasantly enough. However, Makoto paid them no mind. As long as they planned on leaving him alone, Makoto saw no reason to interact with them. At the very least, Makoto hoped that his appearance alone would be enough to keep that one boy away from him. The one who came in with the silvery haired girl. Of all the people here, he was the one Makoto needed to keep himself away from. Makoto could tell that, given enough time, Makoto would come to hate him, and that would lead to only one thing. Makoto would kill that boy, given time and the reason to hate him. Makoto could tell. He'd lived in this world for long enough. Makoto could tell a predator apart from prey, and that jerk was definitely a predator, a bully. As he and his sister made their way into the dining room, Makoto scoffed, scowling to himself. He turned from them as they fully entered the room, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Hopefully, Makoto's body language would tell those two, the boy and his sister, to stay away from him.

However, it was at that moment, that Makoto's position, with his back turned to the majority of the room, would keep him from avoiding a most dreadful occurrence. Unbeknownst to Makoto, a paper airplane was being folded behind him. Its creator then threw the plane, and it drifted lazily into Makoto's hair, nose first. "Ahh... what the?" Makoto griped, reaching up to extricate the airplane from his hair. What Makoto wasn't expecting, however, was the drawings on the little airplane. Unfolding the paper, Makoto studied it. There was a woman holding the jaws of a lion closed, and underneath was the question, "What is your name?" On the other side of the paper was a chariot, drawn by sphinxes. It too was labelled with a question, "What is your tarot?" Cocking an eyebrow, Makoto reached into his pocket, pulling his out the card that came with the key to his room. "Tarot? Death..." Makoto murmured to himself. Keeping a hold on the unfolded airplane and his card, Makoto turned, facing the room. Makoto squinted, his eyes seeking out guilt with all the hunger and rapaciousness of an angry wolf. He found it. The girl with the sketchpad and the boy with the leopard print hat. Both were looking away from Makoto guiltily, and the girl had hidden her sketchbook. Makoto smirked, and he strode confidently towards the pair. "Oi!" Makoto quipped, a wolfish grin on his face, his eyes flashing with excitement as he cornered the pair of them. He was only planning on teasing them a little. "Does'this belong to yeh?" Makoto asked, somewhat intimidating. As he spoke, Makoto placed the unfolded paper airplane on the table. Lying on top of it, was Makoto's Tarot card, Death. It was placed between the Chariot and Strength, its pale rider atop his black horse glaring at any who might view it, and its name, "Death," easily visible. With that, Makoto decided to play the bad guy, just a little, then they'd all have a good laugh about it. Placing one hand on the table, and the other on the back of the chair the girl was sitting in, Makoto made sure to look directly into the boy's eyes first, then the girl's, his own eyes flashing and a smirk on his face.

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Tristen let his gaze drift from one person to the next, not bothering to hide the fact that he was watching them. There were only two pairs of people actually interacting though, besides his sister, so he didn't get an accurate read on how they would act around many other people. Naturally he zeroed in on the meathead in the room, mister I've got red hair and my muscle mass percentage is larger than my intelligence quotient. Next came the boy that Lou was sitting with, who looked just about as nervous as his silly sister was. She had probably said something to embarrass herself already, she wasn't very smart in any case. He only felt bad for the boy, having to deal with her, otherwise he didn't see any reason to dislike him more than he generally disliked everyone else. Then came Arty over there, who seemed to be having a good time joking with the boy across from her. Not one to like any sort of humor other than his own, he decided to stay clear of them. Besides, in his eyes, they were acting childish.

Which is funny because if he had judged Pinkie before those two, they would have seemed like the most mature people in the room besides himself. She was laughing at the poor girl next to her, or something that had happened perhaps, and Green didn't look overly pleased about it. Tristen frowned (more than he already was) and might have done something if his attention hadn't been caught by the, is that a paper plane?, white object gliding across the room, landing right on Meathead. He refrained from snickering.

That's about the time someone sat down next to him. Without warning his eyes started getting itchy, and he reached up to rub at them when the rat started barking. His hand froze midair, then came a sniffle. Of course, someone had brought their damn dog. This wasn't a school or anything. "No." Tristen answered gruffly, though it sounded a bit nasal because his allergies were already acting up. His eyes shot up when the table shook, finding Green as she launched herself across the room. He arches an eyebrow and then pushes his chair back, standing up and shoving his hands in his pocket. "You might want to keep that mutt in your room." Because she had asked for his advice, right? He started towards the door, stopping with one hand on it to look at Green, hovered in the corner not far away. "You coming? I have some snacks from the plane in my room if you're hungry." He spoke low enough that the girl could hear him, but hopefully not everyone else.




Louella giggled softly at the boy, but not in a mean way. He seemed very nervous, which was more than endearing to her. It also helped to alleviate her own nerves, to know she wasn't the only one that wasn't totally comfortable just talking to some random stranger and trying to make friends. Tristen always teased her about it, because she often asked him to tell people things for her, or get someones attention. He said that she was silly and shy, and that she just had to get over it. As much as she tried though, nothing ever seemed to help, because she was always so quiet and people just kept talking right over her, or perhaps didn't even hear her.

"Can I call you Alex? You can call me Lou, or Bella I guess. Tris uses both." She had glanced over at her twin when she said his name, making it pretty obvious who she was talking about. Trying to keep from having an awkward silence, she continued rambling on. "He also calls me silly bird sometimes, but I'd prefer you not use that one," her words were accompanied by a soft laugh at the end, a mostly breathy noise that made her drop her eyes to the table, nervousness settling in again. Why had she come over here without having something else to talk about? This is why she didn't like starting conversations with people she didn't know well.

She had completely missed the paper plane, but she didn't fail to catch the sight of the green haired girl flying across the room. Her mouth formed an 'o' shape as her eyes flicked over to Tristen, automatically assuming it was something he had done. But no, it didn't seem like it. Instead he seemed to be annoyed with a girl sitting next to him, getting up to walk leave already, probably saying something mean. She frowned and winced a little internally, because she hoped it wasn't too harsh. Once he had walked away she shot a look across the table at Alex, maybe apologising for her next actions, or asking if he would mind. "Um, hey there!" Lou had to raise her voice a little, and she bit her bottom lip afterwards and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. "That's such a cute puppy! Um, do you want to come sit over here with us? I've always wanted a pet, could I maybe hold him... her?" She was so nervous!

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Mimiko looked around the room ands or seemed to be a full blown disaster. She started off happy and trying to make a friend at least, but those plans had been destroyed. She had already started off on a bad foot and things only seemed to be getting even worse as just a few moments had passed by. Before her eyes everything seemed to be starting out fun and a bit cheerful, then all of a sudden things began to rapidly change as she brought the dog in. Maybe it was a bad idea to bring the dog along. But Peaches was still so young and couldn't really be trusted. So at instinct she thought of bringing him along, not thinking of the problems that may occur due to bring her along.

There was a screaming girl that had basically flew across the room. The boy that seemed really intimidating at the moment. The excited girl that she couldn't help to find cute when she saw the dog in her lap. The others she hadnt really noticed much and right now she didn't want to be noticed. The guy she originally planned to make friends with, his eyes started to turn red and he began to rub his eyes. Just by that she could tell it was an allergic reaction to Peaches. Now this was really getting bad. Something needed to happen fast.

She had gotten up to take the dog back into the room but Peaches had other plans. She raced over to the girl in the corner and started licking all over her face. Dogs always loved when people ran around and the green haired girl jhad basicallu ran around causing excitement for Peaches. Mimiko didn't really know what to do. She was still in slight shock after the boy had snapped at her so rudely. It made her want to leave and she had just gotten there. Maybe she could stay, but who really knows if she should or shouldn't.

Peaches jumped along happily around the green haired girl and wanted to get some attention from her and she could tell it was a bad idea to begin with.without further delay she grabbed Peaches putting her in her arms and started to walk away out of the dining area when she heard the girls voice. It sounded sweet and adorable. But you could tell how nervous the girl had seemed to be at that moment when she was speaking. She smiled as it reminded her of her younger little sister that had just gone to kinder garden that year. She missed the bundle of laughter that little girl brought to her.

"I'm really sorry. I think I should bring her back to the room. She's causing a bunch of trouble...But if you want to come around later you could hold her, or even pet her" She said softly and embarrassed to the max at all ruckus she had made. Peaches squirmed in her arms trying to move away and play with the others! "I'll be right back though, I figure I should take her back into the room for now. You're more than welcome to come along if you want, but she's really playful.

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If Hakon wasn't dead by the mere sight of the little puppy dog, then the creature that The Green took as a legitimate threat was wiggling around him and licking him. Mentally, he was gone. All higher brain function had apparently ceased and he was nothing more than a shivering mass of person as the dog innocently tried to play with him. He was muttering something in German, inaudible and slightly jumbled, but still spoken as he shook from terror of this little puppy.

The green stopped shaking as the dog was taken away, he stayed in place. Whimpering softly as he could feel the tears stream down his face. The realization that he now looked like a scared child in front of everyone made him freeze up again. Hoping no one would come anyone near him.

He slowly rolled over to face the wall, in his mind, everyone was making fun of him now. Pointing at the Green Haired freak who was scared of a little puppy. "Es ist nicht meine Schuld...*" He whispered as he folded in on himself even tighter. Hugging Axel like a frightened child would out of what little comfort they could find.

*Es ist nicht meine Schuld = It's not my fault.

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Tristen watched with both eyebrows raised as the puppy bounded over to the Green, practically jumping into her lap and licking her face. It was amusing to the boy with such a dark sense of humor, but he did very well to keep that emotion off his face. Instead he schooled his expression into careful concern, eyebrows drawing together and posture relaxing slightly, like he was getting ready to move towards her and offer help. Before he had been intrigued by the girl, but only because of her green hair and the plush that hadn't seemed to leave her hands since they'd all arrived at the school. Now she had captured his attention, and anything that interested Tristen rarely slipped out of his grasp. He had to figure her out, and that was that. If he happened to find some things out that he could blackmail her with in the future, well that wasn't a bad thing either. Tris liked having dirt on other people, he liked having something to control them with.

The girl eventually comes over and picks the puppy up, taking it away from Green, and that means it is time for Tristen to make his move. But what? He didn't have anything other than... The hand still shoved in his pocket brushed against a wrapper, well, he had that. Still ignoring everyone else in the room and keeping his voice only loud enough for Green to hear, he takes a tiny step away from the door and towards her, pulling the single truffle out of his pocket. "Chocolate?" The girl says something in another language, one he doesn't know apparently, so he chooses to ignore it. Even if he asked he doubted he would get an answer, the girl seemingly lost her mind. Hopefully she got it back or Tris was going to fall back into the depths of boredom he's been in since he got on the plane earlier today.

"I have more upstairs, if that's what you'd like?" Girls liked chocolate right? Especially when they got all testy like this, at least that's what it seemed like. There was some tiny bottles of expensive alcohol upstairs too that he'd stolen off of the plane, but he wasn't going to mention that down there. If Lou overheard that he had taken it, she would kill him. Or at least pester him about it until he would rather die than listen to her voice any longer.

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Ruko stood there, frozen in place, an expression of sheer confusion plastered on her face. In a matter of seconds things went from slightly awkward straight into full blown panic mode. The first person she had spoken to had, quite literally, leapt out of her hands onto the table and ended up in a corner all the way on the other side of the room. It all happened so fast that Ruko didn't even have time to register what just occurred until now, a minute or so after the fact.

At this same time it appeared Red had found the source of the plane's launch and zeroed in on them. By the looks of it, he was laying down some ground law. Surprising how he could just ignored the events that just occurred. Meanwhile Tenshi and that other boy, the really nervous looking one, we're definitely aware of what had just happened. Looking around once more, it appeared that Ribbons had gone and retrieved her pet from where it had been tormenting Astapora. "Ah... So Ashita-san's scared of dogs..." Ruko mumbled to herself, adjusting the shackles on her wrists. This may very well be a definite setback with Astapora, but things like this were to be expected. There are just some things you can't read in a person's body language until they actually are put in such a situation. "Ara, ara... Did I choose the wrong mask this time around?" For the second time today, she took in a deep breath and swiped her hand in front of her face before starting to walk over to Astapora.

It wasn't even a few steps before she froze in spot once again. She noticed someone else already by Astapora and Ruko was not amused. It appeared that Akuma had zeroed in on Astapora during this moment of weakness. From the looks of it, Akuma was aiming to give something to Astapora. It appeared to be some chocolate, though Ruko had suspicions. For all she knew, the chocolate could have some tranquilizer in it or some other drug. Maybe that's how he got to the smaller girl. Maybe he lured her with chocolate as well. Ruko shook her head and quickly marched her way over to the two. As she knelt down beside Astapora, she shot a quick glare at Akuma who, needless to say, frightened her straight to the core. "Etto... Ashita-san. Are you alright..?" She asked. Not once did she ever let Akuma leave her peripherals. She wouldn't dare let her guard around while she knew he was right there.


Ara, ara- My, my

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While she’d idly moved her sketchpad to one side when she’d done her best to hide that she’d been the one to throw the paper airplane she could feel her hands itching to continue drawing. She was smiling a little to herself at the sight of the plane sticking in the boys hair and couldn’t help but giggle somewhat before pulling her hat tighter around her head before whispering a little towards Nathan.

”Is he coming over?”

However before Nate was able to give her an answer her vision, which was now mostly consisting of the floor and her feet, was now being obscured by the lower half of someone who had not been there a moment or so before. She carefully lifted up her cap and stared up into a rather dark, if somewhat wolfish expression on the red haired boys face as he all but growled in her face, his hands holding out her picture and the Tarot card for death before placing them on the table.

"Does'this belong to yeh?“

She smiled back up and before she could think of anything to reply her eyes caught sight of the card and her drawing. She whistled very quietly to herself as she half spun to more face the paper, all else forgotten as her fingers brushing the card slightly to the side and her pencil traced an almost exaggerated version of death, wearing somewhat edgier clothing than the red haired boy currently was and expanding his wolfish grin into a more skeletal one in her picture. Once the picture was complete, which despite the detail took less than a few moments she looked back up at the inspiration for Death and tilted herself so she was now resting her elbow on the table with her chin in her hand. Her posture being almost the reverse of his as she grinned back a little, though feeling a little sheepish now her moment of inspiration had passed.

”Couldn’t help myself when I saw your card. Pleasure to meet you Mort, though what name do you usually go by?”

Before he could answer her however the room around them seemed to explode into action as the long green haired girl began to scream out in, what she believed was German and point manically towards the entrance to the room where a girl sat almost terrified, her face bright red looking at a puppy who’d clearly just jumped down from her lap. Bewildered by this Cassie had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop from laughing as the tiny, adorable puppy began to chase the screaming girl around the room before being caught by its owner.

Her mood soured a little as she focused on the green haired girl who looked to have curled up into a ball in terror which made the amusing scene moments before seem a little misplaced. She watched as the rather stern boy who’d been sitting next to the mortified dog owner before approach the shaking girl and attempt to console her, offering what appeared to be chocolate. It struck her as a little bit of an odd gesture going off how he’d seemed so far, though he didn’t look too keen on the dog either given how red his eyes looked. The red ringing the brown of his eyes felt oddly familiar to her but she couldn’t quite place it.
Shrugging a little to herself she was about to swing back to focus on Monsieur Mort when she saw the pink haired girl who’d been speaking with green moments before chaos had ensued kneel by her alongside the boy, and the look she gave him spoke of nothing but hatred.

This was starting to be very interesting. She couldn’t help but smile as she knelt on her chair to better see over the high back and rest her pad on the top to draw the scene as it played out. She whispered a little, her tongue flicking out of her mouth for a moment as she concentrated, her voice loud enough for Nate and Mort to hear

”Do you think Pink and Grumpy are going to fight over Green? My money is on Pink so far.”

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"Is he coming over?"

Before Nathan could even think about answering that question, a huge shadow appeared over both of them--followed by the plane being thrown down in front of them, unfolded. This time, however, another card was placed upon the blank space: the Death card. "Oy! Does this belong to yeh?" a voice boomed from above.

Oh, SHI-

And yet Cassandra didn't flinch, and simply set to work incorporating the Death card into her artwork, and chatted with him in the most casual manner possible. Yes, even when Armageddon broke out over a dog on the other side of the dining hall.

But simply after seeing the Death card's holder, Nathan felt his heart sinking. The expression that guy made...no, even his face structure...it brought back memories, and not good ones.

"...you're so immature, Nathan!"
"It took you this long to realize you can't write?"
"You should be jealous; you've got no talent anyway."
"Wow, what a show-off. Typical Nathan. "


Nathan wished so badly he could plug his ears and stop remembering all these remarks which had been said about him, but he knew it'd never work. Worse, knowing that insulting boy and the Death card's holder were not one and the same, yet still thinking about the former just by seeing this guy's face...just how immature was that?

...might as well accept it...I'm just trash...

Slowly, Nathan sank back in his chair, not even trying to fake a smile.

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~The Faculty~


The students had arrived. Those that were not present would either be part of the next group to show up, that or they had declined the invitation. Information seemed to be short on the matter so nobody was certain. And if there was one thing that always made people nervous it had to be uncertainty. Anderson Montgomery March was not one of these people. He had hand selected each of his students for a aristo of reasons only he could possible understand. But it would be interesting as always to hear his colleagues thoughts on the latest students to the gifted project. Neat and well kept, the headmaster walked with an air of regality to him as he walked down the hall towards the dinning room. He wore a dull, chocolate colored suit with a dark, long leather jacket hanging from his shoulders. What stood out were the ten rings on his fingers, each housing a different gem. His tie matched the coloration of the stones in a prismatic fashion. Suffice to say, all the claims of the mans eccentricity here correct.

As he walked, each of the other faculty head joined him from their respective rooms and facilities. Al dressed in their usual attire. Anderson always wanted everyone to be comfortable after all, and he was the only one who truly enjoyed dressing up for such an occasion. First came Joseph, as he always did. Then came Veronica, practically glowing as always. Warren and Ashely came about at the same time, practically glaring daggers at each other. They were almost never on good terms. The last to show himself, which was never a surprise, was Francis.

An entire minute had passed before one of them spoke up. It was Joseph. Punctual as always. The others could bet money that he had counted the seconds of that said minute before speaking up. "Sir, with all due respect. I would like to point out that this batch of students do seem more, for a lack of a better word, 'volatile'. All of them together could even be considered hazardous. I looked into the records and the current information we have. While this is our third undertaking, I do find this quite the risk compared to our last two. Then again, collectively we have only had four graduates out of 24. the butler frowned slightly. "the odds do not seem in their favor.

That was when the professor spoke up. "Honestly Joseph, with what we are really doing here, how can you expect the odds to ever be tipped in their favor? Personally I am beginning to think this is all a vast waste of all of our time, mine more importantly." he dos not so much as glance at any of them, always looking forward with a cold and calculated stare.

Veronica chipped up at his statement. "No need to be so cold Warren. I'm sure we will have a better turn out this time around. I can just feel it in the air." she giggled slightly and shook her head at the Moon's statement. Always so negative that one. Ashley laughed and nudged the head maid with her shoulder. "hahahahahaha! That's our sun for you! Always the resident optimist." her from turned back into a scowl as she and the professor once again shot daggers at one another.

The Hanged man finally seemed fully awake. Letting out one last yawn. "personally I could care less about all that crap. I am just itching for when I get to "break them in" and teach them who's in charge here." Francis let out a slightly sadistic chuckle that made all the others groan. If he had no skill with technology the man would be nothing but a muscle brained buffoon. Anderson merely laughed at his friends banter. come now everyone. It's the beginning of a brand new adventure. Let's all enjoy the experience shall we?" the World then looked back at the others, a playful gleam in his eyes they knew all too well. It was contagious the way he could get people into such a good mood. That was their boss after all. The man was definitely a born leader. Soon, all of them let out a genuine laugh together. Only composing themselves right when they got to the large wooden double doors. The headmaster pushed both open.

What the faculty had not expected to see was the dining room in a state of slightly controlled chaos. It took some time for them to take in everything that was happening at once. Anderson and Veronica nearly smiled. Ashley and Francis tried not to laugh. Joseph just let out a knowing sigh, all to familiar with the scene before him. Warren just shook his head disapprovingly and muttered something along the lines of "thy are all a bunch of lunatics."

Shortly after, they all took their seats at the other end of the table. Anderson at its head. All of them, or at least most of them, waiting patiently for the children to be finished and be seated.

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Mimiko had just finished putting her dog back into the room and had came walking back to the dining area. She came back to everything starting to calm down and wasn't too much of a mess. She sighed looking at everyone, before she had seen the faculty. She had completely forgot about the robot she had brought in and took a seat to Lou. "Hey! Sorry to leave you hanging for a moment!" She said with a smile to the girl. She couldn't help but to think about how cute the girl looked at that moment. She seemed to have been getting ignored before which seemed really weird in her opinion.

Besides that she sat in the seat before hearing a loud crouching sound from underneath her. She took a look at her seat and saw that it was the remote she had to control the robot she had brought in earlier. It was still perched on the table where she had first sat. Her eyes widened as the thing began to move and jump around. Before she knew it had slammed into her forehead before bouncing onto Hakons head. She sighed. "I'm really sorry about that!" She had told him with a frown, on her face. She went to pick the thing up and it began to go haywire making a mess on the table and then hit one of the faculty members right in the nose leaving a mark. (Francis).

It had just hit another faculty member in the eye (Joseph the Butler) when Mimiko jumped on the table to get the dumb thing. The thing seemed to want to get away from her fast. Mimiko ran on the table and fall down as her hand wrapped around the toy. She looked up only to meet eyes with another faculty member(Veronica). "Ugh...Hai!" She chirped with a sweet smile on her face. She slowly stood up on the the table and took a bow. "Thank you for all your patriotism!" She said with a laugh. Then she looked up. "Just so you guys know...I'm Mimiko!" She told them before jumping down to the ground.

She sat in her chair and turned to Lou. "That had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life." She commented with a smile. Mimiko had no idea what was going to happen. She could only hope that she wouldn't get into severe trouble or even expelled from the school when she hasn't even been there for a week. She looked at the toy and everyone else while she had waited for something else to happen. Something less drastic and wouldn't make her stick out like a sore thumb...but she had to admit. That's what made her who she was, she always did this type of stuff and she wasn't too embarassed about it most of the time.

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Ruko's eyes widened when she saw Astapora take the chocolate from Mr. Akuma's hand. "Ah! Chotto-" She reached out her hand to stop the other, but alas was too late. As the green-haired girl chewed on the chocolate, Ruko kept a close eye, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, Astapora was critiquing the chocolate. Ruko let out a sigh whilst rubbing her temples. All that worrying for nothing, but it's safety first at least. As Astapora's head tilted in what seem to be a gesture of thought, Ruko noticed a collar with gems around the neck of the person to her front. Now, Ruko was no stranger to having things of that sort, after all she had a pair of bracers on her wrist that resembled handcuffs, but a collar just seemed like too much.

While she was thinking about this, she had just barely caught part of what Astapora and Akuma had talked about. Something regarding Akuma having chocolate and Astapora visiting his room later. This made Ruko's eyes widen as she shot straight upwards from her kneeling position. "AHH! Ashita-san! You can't do that!" Ruko exclaimed. "First of all, have your parents never told you to not take candy from strangers? I'm not sure what you're thinking, but this guy definitely has strange written all over him!" Ruko was practically screaming now, her voice being a lot louder than it really need to be. Noticing the loudness of her voice, she toned it down just so that those near to her could here. "Besides... you shouldn't be alone in some random guys room. I mean... Etto... You know, a guy and a girl alone in a room..." Ruko barely mumbled out the last part, letting her glaze slip slightly to the floor.

Before things could get overly awkward, the doors in which she herself had entered from, opened once more. However, instead of another student walking through, out walked several adults who could be presumed to be teachers or other facilitators. She quickly glanced around the room, noting the disarray that it currently was in. As she glanced back to the teachers, it was definitely obvious that most, if not all, were not pleased with what they currently witnessed. Now would definitely be the time to go back to the seats, that's for sure. Shooting one final glare at Mr. Akuma, she spun around and followed Astapora, sitting down beside her.

All around, the other students, seemed to have noticed the presence of the teachers as well as they begun to file back into their seats. Of course, this was the time that Ruko recalled Astapora's agreement to visiting that dastard Akuma's room later as well as the collar around her neck. Her mouth dropped as she thought Wait, wait... Is she perhaps... into that kind of... Ruko immediately felt her face go red. If this was an anime, smoke may very well have just exploded from the top of her head. She quickly put her arms on the table, and buried her face in them. However, she had bumped her forehead against the table, causing her to recoil back in pain, pressing her hand to the spot which had collided in futile hopes of easing the unexpected pain.

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Makoto, having enacted his villainous persona, somewhat humorously if he did say so himself, turned his attention to the boy who was wearing the leopard print hat. The look of mild terror and surprise was priceless. Makoto couldn't play the game anymore, it was all too funny. He stood upright and laughed heartily. Unsurprisingly, Makoto's was a somewhat cold laughter, filled with a mirth that only he could draw from a situation like this. "Ahh man, don' be so serious! I mean, I know I look like a thug, but I promise yeh I ain't too terrible ta get along with." Wiping a nonexistent tear from his eyes, Makoto finally returned his attention to the girl in front of him and was greeted with an impressive artistic adaptation of himself combined with his card, Death. A low whistle escaped his lips unconsciously. It was quite the picture, and it appeared to have only taken her a few moments. Makoto bent down to admire it, unknowingly bringing his own face rather close to the artist's herself. Makoto couldn't help himself. Clearly in the presence of an excellent artist, Makoto smirked, it was rather good. "Yer not bad..." Makoto whispered to himself, although, given his proximity, she probably heard him anyway. Seemingly in response, she answered. "Couldn’t help myself when I saw your card. Pleasure to meet you Mort, though what name do you usually go by?" Standing upright once more, Makoto smirked. "'Mort,' ehh? Like 'mortician,' er 'mortuary.' Nice. The name's Makoto. Was' yers?"

However, before he could get an answer, activity exploded all around Makoto. He mostly just tried to ignore it. Attempting, and failing, to focus on the conversation before him, Makoto couldn't help but snicker as he watched it all unfold around him. Sure the bit where the tiny, adorable puppy chased the screaming, green-haired girl was sort of funny, but it stopped once said girl curled into a ball out of, what appeared to be, sheer terror. Makoto suppressed the elder brotherly urge to comfort the green haired girl. She had the pink haired girl helping, and that would be enough for now. Either way, Makoto was less than pleased with the nearly hungry looks that brown haired, sour faced kid was giving the green-haired girl. For now, Makoto decided not to get involved. He didn't like the brown haired kid enough as it was, and breaking his face was, probably, a one-way ticket out of this school. Makoto sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, standing upright. Habitually, Makoto put his hands in his pockets, loosely relaxed, but without making himself appear closed off and unreceptive.

Hushed, thoughtful tones brought Makoto back to the conversation before him. "Do you think Pink and Grumpy are going to fight over Green? My money is on Pink so far." Makoto looked carefully between the pink-haired girl and the sour-faced boy, as if he were actually weighing their combat levels subconsciously. "Ehh, I'm not sure it matters." Makoto offered, somewhat lamely. "Don' get me wrong, I ain't sayin' I don' love a good fight, but if that boy's got any manners in 'im at all, he'd never hit a girl," Makoto finished thoughtfully. "Ahh!" Makoto all but shouted, sudden realization dawning on him. "I never got yer names! I don' know if yeh heard me, but my name's Makoto. Was' yers?" Makoto asked, but he would never get an answer, for just then, what appeared to be the institution's teachers arrived. They calmly assessed the students, and were seated, filling out most of the seats, and leaving just enough for the students who were there. "Ahh shit." Makoto swore. "Guess I'll have teh find out later. Nice ta meet'cha! We'll have teh catch up later!" Makoto called out, as he found himself a seat, which were rapidly filling in. Unfortunately, Makoto couldn't manage to find one next to the artist chick, or the hat wearing boy, whose names he still didn't know. Instead, Makoto ended up sitting next to the pink haired girl and the girl who had brought the dog in with her. "Looks like I'll be makin' some new friends," Makoto muttered to himself.

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Mimiko really didn't get the chance to hear the girls reply before she was being scolded by the faculty members. She couldn't help but t see that coming. After all, her toy decided t go hay wire and jump around the table causing trouble. She had to admit that it was pretty funny. She wasn't al that glad that the faculty members might have their eyes out for her from now on. Either way she knew that it would only be a certain period of time before they did notice her. Ever since he fist day of kinder garden she had done something to have people look out for her. On her first day of kinder garden she had accidentally made a little boy cry. She didn't think much of it though, he had tried to snatch her doll so she threw it at face. It wasn't that bad right?
But despite her thoughts running wild with memories she heard someone crack their knuckles loudly. She looked up and saw one of the faculty members looking directly at her. His gaze was intimidating and she stared back at him. After more minutes the man had a smirk on his face and was just about to speak before Mimiko began to laugh. A grown man was basically giving her the stink eye and she found it pretty funny in her opinion. The man raised at eyebrow at her and his smirk grew wide. "So you said your name is Mimiko? Well, I believe your name is Anestia. I have no one on my roster under the name Mimiko, unless you count Miss. Anestia Mimiko Welm? That's your actual name correct?"He asked her with a rather smug expression on his face as he spoke to her. Anestia was taken back by his words but didnt let it show on her face. She pu a smile on her face as she loked at him. "Yes it is but I'd prefer if you would call me Mimiko"She told him with a smile. The man chukled looking at her. "Listen Anestia, I can make your life a little harder than before, or you can be a pain in my-"The man started before he was interrupt with a burst of laugher filled the air.
Anestia looked and saw that it had came from the lady that the toy also had hit. The lady looked at her and smiled. "Don't mind him..He's more so on the not on bright side." She laughing turning and giving him a smile. The man just grumbled and sat there smirking. She wondered what that was about...Anestia couldn't help but to nod and laugh a bit. The lady laughed and looked at Mimiko. "Its nice to meet you sweetie. But please settle down That goes for everyone"She raised her voice slightly at the last part so everyone could hear her. Anestia nodded and sighed leaning back in her seat.
She looked over to see the red headed man. She couldn't help but to stre at him. He reminded her of the faculty members that had just spoke to her. They both semed really ntimidating and she couldn't realy explain it much. The guy siiting nxt to her seemed like thetype that would be caugt in the streets picking a fight with someone. She shrugged it off thinking of rude it was of her to judge when she didn't even know him. Instead she gave him a friendly smile. "Hello stranger, Im Mimiko" She said sticking he hand our for him to shake.

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This has definitely been a long day, that's quite certain. Ruko had arrived at this strange school just a few hours ago, made an absolutely strange entrance into the building that was, sure enough, filled with even stranger people, students and teachers alike. Granted, she was no exception. If she could look upon herself from the perspective of one of the other students, she would most likely find her strange as well. Lack of understanding or just simple misinterpretations of people are the main reasons for such preconceptions. But of course, as though breaking some unspoken rule of the universe, Ruko had just thought Could this get any worse?

Ruko heard the sound of a chair beside her get dragged back behind, someone taken the seat. Ruko let out a quiet sigh of exasperation, turning her head so that it was no longer her face that lay on the table, but the side of her head. "What do you want?" Is what she had wanted to say, but stopped short at the first word. Like the true sadist it was, life had answered her previous question with a solid, definite yes. Yes, it could always get worse. As her eyes widened, she quietly sat upright, nearly jumping out of her seat in the process. Sitting down beside was one of the people whom she had immediately deemed as danger upon arriving at the academy. It was none other than Mr. Red himself, the one who had the airplane stuck into his hair. He was intimidating enough from afar, but up close? That was one huge problem!

Ruko slowly and carefully eased her chair towards the direction of the green-haired person whom she had acquainted herself with previously, as though to use her as a scapegoat if the need arises. Not once did the male beside her leave the side of her vision. It was during the final moments before finally reaching safety that people let their guards down; the most dangerous time.

Yet, without so much as a flinch, the person sitting opposite to the Red haired male, Ribbons, did not just address him, but extended her hand out for a shake. Ruko was not the religious type, but if there was a god out there, she's praying to them for the safety of Ribbons. However, in spite of herself, Ruko could not help but wish that Ribbons would be able to keep him occupied for the entire dinner so that she would not need to communicate with him. "Oh god... just please, please distract him for the night. Just keep him away from me." She mumbled under her breath, adjusting the shackles that were worn around her wrists. But of course, things weren't just simply getting worse. They were truly just beginning.

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While the manic levels of activity around the room were in full swing it looked ready for the powder keg to finally ignite into utter destruction, and it most likely would have if not for the fact that Green seemed to be eating chocolate from the grumpy kids hand like a trained pet. The look of disgust flashing across Pink’s face at that was priceless, made even better when it appeared that Green had completely ignored Grumpy in order to critique the chocolate as somehow below her. Is this really how people act around eachother? She mused a little and turned at the sound of Makoto’s comment about boys not hitting girls, still completely failing to answer with her name but following up on her name for him.

”What do you mean if he has manners he’d never hit a girl? Étrange, très étrange. And Mort, as in le français for Death.”

Her accent flickered a little as her native tongue came through more during her speech, her focus a little elsewhere due to the comment stirring up old memories. And was brought out of her somewhat unpleasant reverie rather suddenly as the doors burst open onto the chaos within and standing at the threshold were people who could only be assumed to be the teaching staff, going from the butler standing with them. Sadly she failed to answer Makoto’s repeated question due to the arrival of the staff and was quickly swivelling round in her seat to be sitting correctly, and slumped down, withdrawing in a little.
Glancing to her side she saw Nate had more or less completely zoned out from the world around him following the appearance of Makoto before and didn’t even seem to have noticed that the room was now filled with actual adults. She gingerly reached out and prodded him in the forehead with the rubber end of her pencil.

”Nate? You in there?”

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Just before Nathan could completely lose all awareness towards the outside world, something tapped his forehead, causing him to suddenly jolt. "Gah! Wh-"

"Nate? You in there?" Cassandra's voice brought him fully to his senses, and he looked around again. It seemed as though everyone was in completely different places...that red-haired boy was sitting pretty far away, next to the pink haired girl, whose expression made it seem as though she wanted a sword to fall from the sky and directly onto her. Moreover, there were a number of adults in the room, taking their seats while looking on at the bizarre group. Crap, how long had he been spacing out?

"Huh? Oh, uh...y-yeah. I'm fine," Nathan replied quickly, forcing the corners of his mouth upwards. Not long after he finished saying that, he turned his head, wondering how much his expression actually showed...how much he wasn't fine. "Y-you know...the food sure is taking a while to come, isn't it?" Great. Even his stammer was coming back.

...it's still weird how seeing the red-haired guy suddenly caused me to start thinking about everything that moron said to me...but god dammit, what's wrong with me now? Man, I wouldn't be surprised if Cassandra thought I was completely messed up in the head, what with me suddenly going comatose or something just because of a few bad memories.

...never mind about how I got in here; out of all the cards they handed out, why did I end up getting Strength?


Well...even though the food hadn't come yet, and therefore it was a bit early to judge, Nathan didn't see this dinner as going very well at all. He had talked with Cassandra and gotten on good terms with her, true, but...the others were a complete blank. Not to mention, they didn't look like the happiest bunch.

Sighing, Nathan pushed his chair back slowly and quietly. "Be back in a bit," he told Cassandra, with just as much volume and enthusiasm in his voice. He then made his way past the others and to Mr. Wright, who, unlike the other faculty members, was still standing--Butlers don't ever get a break, huh?--a small distance from the table.

Willing himself to not stutter, the boy in the leopard hat stopped, close enough to be in the butler's field of vision, but still not that close at all. It almost seemed as though the man was cloaked in an aura of ice at times, regardless of if he smiled or not.
"Excuse me, sir..." he began, but found himself having to swallow and renew his confidence when the butler turned to face him directly. "...I know the food still might not be ready yet, but, um...do you at least think we could get drinks now?"

Mr. Wright seemed to consider, then nodded a few seconds later. "Very well, young master Alshane. I shall ask your peers what they would like. As for you...what beverage would you prefer?"

Nathan was surprised he hadn't been shooed away, and it actually took him a little bit of time to get over that shock. "...w-well, what do you have?"

"Anything you would desire."

"Seriously?" Nathan looked incredulously at the butler, but Mr. Wright seemed as serious as always. "...well...I guess orange juice would be fine. With ice, please."

"I shall see to it," the butler promised, before going around the table to ask the others. Exhaling in relief, Nathan walked back to his seat and sat back down in it. Wish I could stop feeling gloomy tonight, though...

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...half sorry. Hee~)

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Slouching in his chair with his chin propped up on one hand in a "let me think" pose, Nathan ran many phrases through his mind. What would be the best way to introduce himself to other people? Things had gone well enough with Cassandra, but there was no telling if it'd work equally well on everyone. For some people, you had to really suck up to them for them to accept you...and Nathan himself had done that many times, but it only sucked out his confidence.

His thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Wright clearing his throat and placing a glass of orange juice in front of him. "It is rather early for you to be in such deep thought, is it not?" the butler remarked with a wry smile before continuing on, with another person's drink in his hand, no longer paying attention to Nathan.

Sighing and muttering something about "smart-aleck comments" under his breath (rather hypocritically), Nathan looked into his drink and smiled. Yes! They remembered the ice!

His smile turned a little more shaky, and he quietly exhaled, trying to force all of the tension out of his body and mind. This dinner wasn't really going anywhere. And as much as he hated making himself stick out, hated making himself look like the weirdo, someone had to do it eventually.

All the drinks were out on the table. It was time.

Clearing his throat and trying his best not to look nervous, Nathan sat up straighter and forced his voice to resound loudly enough to reach the other end of the table. "No one looks eager to face the crowd, so I guess I'll have to break the ice," he declared, holding up the drink and making sure the others could see the ice cubes floating inside it. "I'm Nathan Alshane. Came from America, and was a senior in high school at the time. I hope we get along, whatever it is we're doing here."

He waited for the others to speak, unsure of what else to say...and very, very afraid of what the others would think just from the first few words with which he addressed them all. Would this even work...?

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Ruko was surprised the moment Mr. Wright had come up to her asking what drink she would like. In a panic she had quickly yelped "Eh? Ah, just some tea is fine!" Soon enough, she was sitting with her face in her palms, a nice hot tea sitting on the table in front of her. Now, it wasn't the fact that she hated tea, but it was simply that the weather was not the kind of weather when a person would drink such a warm drink. Of course, she took a sip out of obligation anyways. She studied the people in the room and noted how uncharacteristically quiet it was. With how energetic the group was just moments before, this eerie silence caused her own energy levels to waver.

But, with as much finesse as a horse swimming in water, one of the others stood up to, quote, "break the ice". There are barely a handful of things to break tension and this, albeit awfully corny, was one way of doing things. Nonetheless, Ruko's palm shifted straight to her forehead as she sighed with disapproval. The boy, his name was Nathan, still stood after his introduction. And stood. And stood some more. It was that awkward moment when no one had no idea what to say or what to d. Usually this ended with the person who caused the awkwardness to end up sitting back down with their head hanging in shame and embarrassment. Now, as funny as it would be to see that happen, Ruko had to keep in mind that in order to gain the favor of other's, you need to play along.

Ruko swiped her palm downwards passed her face, putting on a new metaphorical mask. She let out as convincing of a laugh as she could, standing up and adjusting the bracer on her wrist. "Well, that was a pretty cold response from the crowd, if ya'snow what I mean." As she said those puns, she definitely felt pieces of her soul dying, but she put up with it. "Ah, hajimemashite. My name is Justitia. Ruko Justitia. I came from Tokyo, Japan and I was a sophomore at the time." She said, being sure to look at each person in turn, with the exception of Akuma and Red as she definitely felt intimidated by them. "I don't really understand what's going on here, but everyone was brought here for a specific talent, right? Mine is my bright attitude!" Of course, this was a lie. No good deceiver would say that they were, after all. Ruko raised her own drink into the air, a cup of hot tea. "Well, now that I've steamed through my introduction, I believe it is someone else's turn, desho?"