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Cassandra Valentine

I'll draw you a picture, hopefully one your feeble mind will be able to understand.

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

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✖ Full Name ✖:
”People often read too much into a name, rather than the person it describes.”
Cassandra Valentine

✖ Nicknames ✖:
”You can call me whatever the hell you want, but I’ll only answer if I like you.”
Val, Cassie, Cass, Lexi

✖ Age ✖:
”I feel older than I’ve any right to.”
19

✖ Gender ✖:
”Hopefully this isn’t something beyond your ability to work out on your own.”
Female

✖ Sign ✖:
”Are you born conforming to the world around you or does that only begin when you know the rules?”
Cancer - July 9th 1995

✖ Role ✖:
”You can find a cause on any street corner but you only fight for what you believe in.”
The Chariot

✖ Romantic Interest ✖:
”Romantic would hardly describe my interests.”
TBA

✖ Sexuality ✖:
”Either I enjoy your company or I find someone whose company I do enjoy.”
Pansexual

✖ Nationality ✖:
”I may have been born there but I don’t find much solidarity with anyone.”
French

✖ Alignment ✖:
”Leave me be and I’ll leave you as well, but tread the other path lightly.”
Chaotic Neutral

✖ Face Claim ✖:
Kikuchi Makoto





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✖Physical Description✖:
”Dress for yourself, not for other people. You matter, they don’t.”
Cassandra is an attractive girl who can certainly use that to her advantage but she has to work at it due to her personality coming across as somewhat abrasive more often than not. She wears her brown hair short, or when it grows out a little then ties it up into a ponytail, and rarely goes to the effort of applying much more than basic makeup. Her face is faintly oval and shapes her features, accentuating her smile and eyes most of all.

Body type||
She stands at 5’ 7” with an average build weighing in at 155lbs, her body is well-toned from morning runs and workout but nothing requiring much beyond that. She is somewhat thin, but there are hints of existing curves that will most likely grow to enhance her figure more than they do as she advances into her twenties, and perhaps with a little more weight.

Skin Tone||
Light, somewhat pale but healthy and vibrant.

Hair||
Light to dark brown depending on weather

Eye Color||
A deep piercing blue.

Clothing Attire||
Cassandra tends to dress for whatever mood she happens to be in, which can vary from very conservative clothing to somewhat revealing, as well as a range of colours from dark to brighter shades. Though she does have a love of scarves and tends to wear different ones every few days if she can and alternates between ear muffs for the colder weather and large headphones so she can better listen to her music.
She’ll normally wear loose fitting jeans, sometimes with additional pockets so she can better store pencils and the like or scraps of paper. As well as this she’ll wear denim shorts as well with low cut tops.
However her preferred choice of clothing nine times out of ten is to go with a t-shirt with odd designs worn over the top of a similarly adorned tank top, and sometimes with a hoodie jacket over the top along with her cargo-type jeans.

✖ Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features ✖:
”Not all scars run skin deep, but maybe it’s the ones you can’t see that make us beautiful”
Cassandra’s body is littered with the remains of dozens of scars from half-healed injuries over the years. She also has a nose stud and an assortment of a few small earrings.

✖ Gift ✖:
”Imagine taking anything, even something horrible and turning it into beauty? Even if no one else can see it but you.”
Artistic Intuition - Cassandra is gifted with an unnatural nonchalance when it comes to drawing or painting, to the point that her doodles can almost be called miniature works of art in themselves. However she is able to create truly dazzling works when she puts her mind to it but much of what she classes are pathetic are often wonders to others. She’s spent years working on her skills to the point that she has mastered many different mediums in an attempt to challenge herself due to not having any formal education. Sometimes she has a habit of drawing or doodling when she’s having a nightmare and she keeps a book full of her darkest moments hidden away from prying eyes.

✖ Skills ✖:
”I’m more intellectually gifted than physically but don’t let that fool you.”
Proficient with knives
Artistic/Creative
Emotional Control
Calligraphy
Linguistics, understands a smattering of languages

✖ Personality ✖:
”People always confuse personality with character, forgetting that a difference exists.”





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✖ Hobbies ✖:”Words”
”I’d rather spend an eternity with something that interested me than a second longer with something pointless and boring.”
Drawing, doodling, sketching and painting.
Collecting Books and Records
Tarot and Card Reading (loves the variations of artwork)
Bonsai
Origami
Calligraphy
Stargazing

☢ Likes ☢:
”Sometimes all we need is to recharge with a good book.”
Artwork, traditional and digital
Music
Spending time alone
Spending time with others
Privacy
Reading
Running
Swimming
Sound of the Rain
Graphic Novels

☢ Dislikes ☢:
”I don’t have time to deal with this or that, so I won’t.”
Foolish, stupid or unimaginative people
Loud Noise
Cowards
Computers or machines, prefers drawing by hands but does digital art.
Being still or inactive for too long
Sudoku or Crosswords
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☢ Flaws ☢:
”A flaw is only what other people tend to find issues with.”
Jealous
Moody
Withdrawn
Cold
Sometimes overly dependant
Procrastinates a lot
Distrustful
Emotionally distant and unreadable at times
Insecure

☢ Fears ☢:
”We can’t let ourselves be controlled by our fear or we’ve lost who we are.”
Being hurt or betrayed
Not being able to Escape
Crowds
Choking & Suffocation
Intimacy
Her ‘Father’

☢ Secrets ☢:
”Sometimes you’re better off not knowing everything.”
Details of what happened when she was younger
What she spent most of her time doing after running away from foster care
Her relationship to the Lovers, as far as others know.





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☢ Bio ☢:
Cassie was born in the early days of a rather warm July in France to two loving parents in a rather rich part of town, where she was doted on for a few years till two small bundles of joy arrived. Together they managed rather well due to her father’s work but sadly that ended when he was killed in a car crash when Cassie was six. Over the next few months things became harder for the family as without their father they were struggling and had to move, eventually being taken in by the man their mother later married. Which began a rather rough time for the children and their mother in general, that didn’t end well for any of them.
He’d always been an abusive man, blaming everyone but himself for his mistakes and failings, but on the eve of Cassie’s twelfth birthday he came home worse than usual, and the smell of alcohol and drugs almost a physical force radiating from the man. The house rang with screams and shouts as their parents argued back and forth while the twins huddled together and Cassie tried her best to keep them safe and away from the horror outside their door. A little after midnight the noise had quietened down and the two children had finally fallen asleep holding each other on the floor while their big sister stroked their hair and quietly whispered herself a happy birthday. After a while she left the room to see what the damage was this time and she’s never been able to get the images of the broken house from that night. The next day her and her siblings were taken away, and never saw the nightmare again.
Both of the young children were snatched up by prospective parents and following a plenary adoption they were both welcome into a new home together where they became part of a loving family and took up a new name and freedom from the system.
Unlike her younger siblings however Cassie was not as lucky and often overlooked by prospective parents, her brash attitude and somewhat hostile nature usually discouraging people from developing any real attachment to her. This was in part due to a great distrust of adults in general as well as the loss of her siblings to the system. Even so she did make it into several homes and such over the years but nothing really lasted for her, usually due to her running away or lashing out before finally making her life her own.

☢Hospital Mental Evaluation ☢:
”I don’t see why this is entirely necessary …”
“This is my evaluation of the subject, Cassandra ‘Valentine’.
She is aged thirteen, and has recently been entered into the foster care system, though I believe this is not her first time through.
I have been unable to find any records listing a birth or any family connections so my finding is that the name is not the one she was born with, but from what I’ve managed to gather it is an understandable coping mechanism.
From what I’ve seen of her medical records much of her body shows signs of injuries sustained in the past year that denote abuse of the highest order and thankfully the previously broken bones appear to have set without any deformity. And all in all she is said to be healthy and fit bar some still healing bruises and faint cuts.
However it is her mental state that concerns me. I’ve observed her interaction with other foster children as well as how she acts alone and she is unpredictable if anything. She seems to have a fount of supressed rage, that when others approach her can just as likely result in her enjoying their company as she is to attack them. Though she rarely seems to perform the latter when first meeting others so it appears she evaluates them before settling on her next course of action. Yet she also becomes restless if she’s alone for too long but seems to crave solitude.
I’ve spent many hours running her through tests to evaluate her mental state and she seems to function at above average, if not approaching an almost genius level intellect. This may be attributed to signs of photographic memory; though not infallible it does seem to work best when required to duplicate images and the like, to the point that if I had not watched her sketch the image in question I would have doubted her as the artist. From this I would say she pictorial replication and possessed of great artistic talent but seems to lack true drive to further this beyond basic replication. Whether this is due to what her imagination brings to mind is uncertain.
She is very guarded about her past and what resulted in her trauma but she seemed to be very protective of a set of dolls I introduced her too during one of our sessions, to the point of actively trying to keep herself between myself and the dolls. Her awareness of events seems to have slowly returned during our sessions to the point that I can suggest she is coping with her past but I fear she may be internalising too much for her health. She has clearly suffered great trauma that she’s either blocking out or reliving at regular intervals, and her rather limited photographic recall is unlikely to help in either regard.
All in all my recommendation is that dropping her directly into Foster Care could prove more detrimental than further assistance and support from myself or similar.”


☢ Other ☢: (Anything you wanna add?)




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So begins...

Cassandra Valentine's Story

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Hakon Astapora Sigrun


Hakon's mind raced, never before had he had someone willingly introduce themselves to him aside from his foster parents. Normally he would have been persuaded, pushed and forced to even make himself known to the rest of the group. His eyes darted around, as if looking for the words to come to him in subtitles of some sort. "Uh...V-V-Vergnügen*. He stuttered, shaking the pink girl's hand. "Mein name ist Astapora." his German mother tongue breaking through, though he had noticed that some German did sound like English for the most part.

The gliscor plush rattled in his lap as his leg shook harder, dropping the card out from it's back and causing him to dive for it. He popped back up, his face crimson with embarrassment from dropping what he was just about to say. The green started to pet his own hair, attempting to calm his nerves as he looked around again.

The Red was still by his lonesome thankfully. To Hakon, he felt like a minnow in a tank full of sharks around him. Two more people arrived this time, The lavender and the business man. Though the latter seemed to be in a foul mood for some reason. Maybe just a sourpuss or he had just woken up from a nap. He mentally shrugged at this, looking toward the lavender and the beanie this time. Both looked nervous, but doing much better than he was at the moment. Leopard hat and Purple headphones were hitting it off quite nicely it seemed, but his English didn't permit him to understand whatever jokes they were making. At the very least everyone else was acclimating to their environment. Him?

He just wanted to eat and then run back to his room for some peace and quiet.

(*Vergnügen = Pleasure)

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The sound of ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by the Arctic Monkeys was steadily echoing from the headphones hanging around Cassie’s neck now, causing her fingers to lightly tap out the tune against the page while her pencil started to draw oscilloscopic lines that were half matching that of the music and half that of the words passing between her and Nathan. She sighed a little and shook her head as he made a massively over emphasised pun and resulted in her nodding along with his self-declaration of how beyond horrible it had turned out to be.

She ended up rolling her eyes a little at it and saw out of the corner of her eye that two more from earlier had arrived with the seemingly bubbly pink haired girl deciding to approach the girl with the lovely green hair who had been sat cuddling a plush creature of some sort for a while now. While the Fool had entered the room, apparently singing a little before taking a seat on his own, and seeming a little dejected at first glance. She turned her focus back to Nate following his unusually long pause and stared at him a little perplexed at him trying to make yet another badly designed joke which resulted in her a response being a little unsure as his enthusiasm began overwhelm her a little.

”Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

She smiled at him again before glancing around the room to see what the others were up to and saw that the couple from earlier had finally arrived. The rather cold boy seemed to keep his distance while the girl approached the fool and started to speak to him. Beyond that she’d lost her interest in the couple, though her hands had other ideas and had begun to doodle an intricate yin-yang symbol in the empty area of the sky. Within the darker half she sketched a prowling panther that seemed to dominate the piece while the other side held a strong yet demure seeming silvery leopard.

Her eyes swept back across the room and settled on the boy with red hair sitting alone and a mischievous grin spread across her face and she flipped the book onto a fresh page and began to draw a intricate message, pulling in aspects and references of the major arcana and repeating them within the image with the primary focus on that of Strength to the side and the Chariot on the other with a rather blank space left for another card to take centre stage between them. From here she ripped the paper out of the book and folded it a few times it now looked like a paper airplane, and the artwork merged to look completely different in this new shape with the words “What is your name?” placed above the cards now on the left wing while the words “What is your Tarot?” placed on the other wing rather than below the cards on the full picture.

She smiles a little at herself and shows Nate the result, both unfolded and folded before making sure it’s ready to fly, then points over towards the redhead.

”You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is so I figured this would get his attention.”

Laughing a little to herself she shrugs and pulls back her arm to launch the airplane towards the solitary boy, and watches with interest as it soars straight towards him and the point lands directly on his head. Her eyes wide in surprise and panic she sinks into her chair and pulls her hat down over her face, but not enough so her eyes can’t peak out underneath to see what the damage truly is.

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Day 1

"Yeah, I think we probably are. Though I don’t seem to notice most of your puns, unless they’re obvious.”

Oh...hm, maybe I should tone it down a little. Maybe. Nonetheless, Nathan felt things were getting off to a pretty good start here. Hopefully keeping this friendship wouldn't be too hard as well...

Noticing Cassandra was looking around the room at the others, Nathan considered following her gaze. After all, his 3DS was still charging in his room, so there was no using that as a distraction. He could keep trying to talk to Cassandra, but then again, what if he screwed up, and she got tired of him?...plus, he was basically out of things to say without getting downright nosy.

A rustle of paper caused him to glance down at Cassandra's sketch pad again, just in time to see her flip to a blank page. From there, her hands started moving again and creating another picture...Nathan quickly averted his eyes, trying not to think about what her drawings reminded him of.

...well, that didn't last long, because there was another sound--tearing this time--and he found the drawing being held up in front of his face. Among the intricate designs, he could see the lady in the white dress from the Strength card standing to one side, holding the lion's maws closed. On the opposite side, a man with a scepter and a crown sat in a cart pulled by two sphinxes. That must be Cassandra's card...the Chariot, right?

What confused him was the blank space in the middle of the drawing...until Cassandra's hands started moving, folding it up into a paper airplane. "You seen the guy over there? I’m dying to know what his tarot is, so I figured this would get his attention,” she told him with a laugh.

"Uh..." For once, Nathan didn't really have anything to say, though he did catch a glimpse of the words "What is your name?" and "What is your Tarot?" on the wings. "Well, uh...okay then."

By the time he managed to think of a good pun (something about "winging it"), Cassandra was already throwing the airplane. It sailed clean across the table...and promptly landed near the targeted red-haired boy. And by "landed near", we mean "nosedived into in his hair."

Seeing where it ended up, Cassandra seemed to panic, and she quickly slumped back into her chair, pulling her hat over her face, as if to make herself look less suspicious. Nathan looked down at her in confusion, then looked back at the red-haired boy...until it finally registered in his mind that he might be the only other possible suspect for throwing that thing. Oh yes, not to mention how muscle-bound that guy was.

Crap. He didn't even have any excuses ready. Alright, time to slooooooooowly turn my head and look the other way, like none of that even happened...

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He was well aware of the two other students as they both walked through the door. It looked about the same as when the two had entered the front hall. Alex gave relatively quick glances towards the girl and boy. Which was not long since only seconds after entering, the boy walked off to the furthest table end. Away from as many of them as possible. not the social type it seems

The boy, from the look he had on his face, did not seem pleased when he had walked through the door. If anything he looked like a grumpy kid not getting thee way. I could bet money that he is spoiled. No way he isn't with an attitude like that.

It was only when Alexander went to bring his attention to the girl that he realized she was now right across from him. The poor boy almost jumped in his seat. Oh dear god when did she get there?? before he had time to think she had introduced herself with a nice smile.

"Um, hello. I'm Louella, one of the Lovers, it's very nice to meet you."

Alex blink for a second, trying his best not to turn scarlet again. Thank goodness he found his voice when he did. Awkward silence between him and a girl was the last thing he needed. The fool smiled back warmly, " I'm Alexander, The Fool. It's nice to meet you too." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but kept smiling. Which wasn't hard, but he still felt a bit out of place in front of a girl that looked like her. Like comparing a crow to a dove. Oh god help me I'm getting poetic now. It was then when it dawned on him that she was as nervous as he was. That came as a relief. Though his introduction might not have been so great, he could have sworn his voice had cracked halfway through it.

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#, as written by Anraee
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 Astapora Sigrun


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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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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Hakon shivered until the sound of someone approaching him caught his attention. The first, a male's voice that frankly gave him a vibe he couldn't describe at this very moment without using the term...Unwelcoming. The dog was gone, but in it's place, finally looking up from his coil. It was business man. And in his hand, chocolate. One that looked like it have come from Belgem at the very least. "Do you have Vavvels?" he asked, now legitimately hungry as he noted that the foul beast was now gone. It was now safe again. Before he could even say anything else, Ruko was there. It seemed to him that Ruko wasn't on the best of terms with Business man. He shivered briefly as he started to sit up, looking at them both with a confused look on his face.

The green tilted his hand to the side, his hair falling over to uncover something odd. A green leather collar with blue gem studs and a ring on the front as if a leash was to be attached to it. It jingled as he cricked his head to the side and shook, now sitting cross legged in the floor like nothing had even happened aside from the evidence of tears on his face. "I am vine now...Just hungry..." He muttered, itching the back of his head again. Again, the jingling of the collar ring again. His hair and clothing once again hid his collar as he sat up only to blatantly clip the chocolate out of Business man's hand and rolling it around in his mouth as if something was a bit off. "Hmm...Vrench? Ja...Truuuvell. Airvrance airplane chocolates, levt ova vrom sie last vlight maybe? Nein. Candy schop candy, left in der Koffer* or in der Tasche**? No?" He critiqued as he continued to roll the candy around in his mouth before swallowing the chocolate. He swayed his head back and forth, petting Axel once more before looking at both of them. The sound of a rumble of his stomach protecting for more food. "Do either of you have any otha snacks? Sie chief seems to be running late heute Abend.***"

*der Koffer = suitcase
**der Tasche = pocket
***heute Abend = tonight, used as "this evening."

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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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Character Portrait: Makoto Shijima Character Portrait: Anestia Welm Character Portrait: Cassandra Valentine Character Portrait: Ruko Justitia Character Portrait: Hakon Sigrun Character Portrait: Tristen Ainsworth
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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.