Mejestic Cove Academy

"Fantasies..." Abby mumbled, raising her brow. "Oh, you mean people who aren't entirely humans. Well, we're pretty real, so we're not really fantasies, heh... Ahem. My mom got a promotion. Then I was signed here, sinse we're lion shapeshifters. They figured this academy that openly accepts not only humans, would be good for me," she said.
"We had to move from a small town called Cansburg, leaving behind many things." Abby continued and squeezed her pendant that was under her clothes. "What about you, Jeong?"

They were all willing to come to the Majestic Cove, perhaps in the end he was the only strange one. He recalled the moments his clan had objected to his attendance of this school, it was the elders against the clan leader and her followers who believed that tradition was no longer the best way to live as now a days more and more supernaturals came together in bonds. They should no longer be afraid of one another.

Jeong had indeed wanted to come to this school but ever since he arrived he felt like he had been a hindrance to his older sister. If he had just stayed quiet then perhaps his clan would not be feuding with one another right now.

“ I…don’t really have much of a reason…I used to be homeschooled and I wanted a change,” he said slowly to avoid unnecessary information from spewing out of his mouth.

They had arrived at the cafeteria ladies, who were unnervingly sweet to which he was a bit shy about as one gave him a jolly smile handing him a plate of pillowy pancakes caked in syrup with a small piece of melting butter at the top of the hill of food.He looked out for a place to sit with his plate of pancakes, while waiting for Tazuki and Abigail. The hall was still packed with enough students that there were not that many good places to sit that were not caked with messy eaters.

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Aviur pouted at the lack of response coming from the snow white haired girl as she had gone back to reading her book after answering his question. “Man, you’re so shy. I’m trying to have a proper conversation with you, ya know?” He flipped around in his seat so that he was properly facing the girl. Folding his arms on top of her desk he rested his head on his arms with the childish pout still on his face.

“Well is it a good book? What’s it about? Who’s you’re favorite character? What do you think?” he bombarded her with questions. Being at this school for awhile, Aviur had a thing with liking to communicate with others and it just would not cut it for him when he saw someone all by their lonesome.

Just about yesterday he ended up finding a tengu who wanted to play basketball but being new, had no one to play since everyone was at the ceremony. The red headed human decided to spend the rest of the night playing basketball with the younger teenager. Everybody needs a buddy!

Whenever someone needed help he was the one there! The human knew that he could get a bit abrasive but people who do not intrude or speak their mind are just cowards hanging back. For the past few years he has met a lot of people and has been quite determined to know the names of at least everyone in all his classes this year.

This was probably the first time he had been in the same homeroom as the white haired girl. He had seen her before in the hallways but had only recently heard of her name at the opening ceremony, speaking of which it did not seem as if he had introduced himself yet.

“Whoops,” he said out loud, “I probably sounded real rude suddenly asking about your book like that-hehe- I’m Aviur Vasiliev.” the partially chalk covered redhead grinned.

No one else seemed brave enough to sit next to the Werewolf stuffing her face. She'd quickly made something of a reputation for herself as soon as she'd transferred into the school, quickly coming close to expulsion within her first week of attendance. It was the threat of said expulsion that had brought her explosive temper under control but few students were brave enough to risk provoking her.

No doubt she might be more tolerable of someone that had fed her once already, even if she seemed uninterested in social interactions or eye contact. Or maybe it was just the focus of choking down her food. Forkfuls of pancake and breakfast meats shredded by her sharp teeth. Occasionally she might stop chewing to sniff at the air but filling her belly seemed very important to the swarthy girl.

As Tazuki arrived at the lunch ladies to get his plate of pancakes, he scanned the room for some empty tables but most of the tables were occupied exept for one table which had a single student on it choking down food, "I don't see any empty tables exept for one table which has a single student on it, we should sit there unless you two prefer to eat squeezed by a sea of people." He said as he chuckled a bit.

Multitasking, the white haired girl listened to the red haired boy and read her book. Upon the moment he introduced himself as Avier Vasiliev, Angel finally answered. "Nice to meet you... I'm Angel Blood-Rose. To answer your previous questions... Yes, it is a good book. It's about these twins that grow up together facing difficult challenges in life.... My favourite character is the sister Violet because she remained strong even when things that she cherished... Was g-gone..."

She turned silent afterwards, the most that she has spoken all at once for quite some time. Angel began to shake but she took a breath and calmed down. She added in a quieter voice, "I admire your enthusiasm... My body is too weak to do certain things that may seem enjoyable".

"Alright." Abigail agreed and went towards the table, hoping the girl on it wouldn't mind it. What if she did? Would she sit quietly? Abby cringed at the thought of annoying someone by simply sitting next to them without even knowing that. What if she picked up a fight? Considering the ball, the twin tailed girl wouldn't be surprised. Abby froze in place, holding her breakfast.
"Really, Abby? This is outside your comfort zone?" she thought to herself, still standing.

Jeong followed up behind the blonde girl watching the seated female eating faster than a dead starved hyena. And for a moment he thought about where all that food went, sure she seemed to be fit and all but the rapid fire amount of food shooting into her mouth seemed almost too monstrous for even monsters.

“Billy?” his voice rang trying to get the attention of the hungry female with feathers and stuff in her hair. He felt almost like he was intruding the way she ate so comfortably in this hectic hall of food and noisy children and people. A second thought had popped into his head about leaving and just sitting somewhere else to eat-not because of the female in front of them but the noise and chatter-and perhaps danger.

The black haired boy wondered if the beastly Billy had even heard his voice ring out over the noise as on the far end of the room past the table they wished to have breakfast on, one group of people had excitedly laughed and cried out “first food fight of the year!” Hopefully their crude food rebellion would not spread to the rest of the cafeteria hall.

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“Heh. Is that so?” he said slightly amused, “I don't like reading. But I do like stories,”he bluntly stated. It was a true fact. The boy hated staying still and staring at chains of letters and words. English was a complete bore when on paper-which was probably why he would pass those classes with a sliver. He would much rather someone tell him a story rather than reading it himself;the stories about heroes who brave dangerous journeys were his favorite out of them all.

Aviur ran a hand through his hair getting rid of most of the chalk in his hair, although rather than an apple red it was more of a dark terra cotta hue now-which would have been close enough to being normal. He leaned his head against the palm of his hand.

Noticing her voice slowly get quieter as she talked he chortled a little, “my enthusiasm is hardly something worth mentioning. Having a conversation with another person is hardly any gym exercise. You should talk with more people more often. I'm sure everyone was smitten by your sweet voice the other day at the opening ceremony,” he showed a toothy grin.

He had not been to the ceremony of course, because he had been playing basketball with the tengu but that did not mean he had not heard anything from the other students. There was a lot of food, dancing,music and the regular speeches that the boring old principal would make and then the student who had talked in front of the crowd this year, namely her. Assuming she was probably using the same voice now as she had done at the ceremony, he could imagine her saying something deep and thoughtful-perhaps even a bit personal, just a smidge.

Hearing her name the swarthy girl stopped eating immediately. Fork still held in her mouth she looked up through messy bangs are the collection of standing students. She recognized Jeong almost immediately, gaze wandering to the two strangers. It was a long, linger look assessing them based on whatever mysterious criteria she had in mind. Surely they were looking for seats, why else come to her? It was pretty crowded after all.

Fork still hanging from her mouth she offered a stiff nod to the three and pulled her plate closer to her. The two boys didn't strike her as immediate trouble but the girl...if she were a wolf her hackles would be raised. Finally she pulled the utensil from her mouth, still eying Abigail closely. "You can sit I guess." The way she sat it would be a good guess that her concern was her food rather than any shyness.

Angel only just managed to hide her small blush from behind her book because of the boy's compliment on her voice. "T-thank you... I have t-tried... Talking to other people that is b-but..." She spoke up in her small voice, however she drifted off again. Her emotion may have been completely blank but her blood red eyes turned dull and sad. The white haired girl coughed, using her hands to cover her mouth. She then took out her spare handkerchief and wiped her mouth and hands, slightly frowning as tried to hide the wiped substance from the pure white cloth back into her shorts pocket.

Giving herself a few moments, she closed her eyes, sighed, then opened them again to shyly point to another girl from the other end of the class. "I... Do not know her name but from the last five years from being in this Academy... She knows hundreds of story's... She's an Elf and can play the flute... Her birthday is in two weeks and will be lonely because most of her friends left the Acedemy or don't go here..." Once finished, Angel shyly dropped her hand and looked away before reading her book once more.

After the girl who was eating at the table gave them permission to sit on the table,Tazuki sat down on the table and decided to introduce himself, "Thanks for letting us sit here, names Tazuki, pleasure to meet you." He spoke before digging in to his pancakes. As he ate his food we was thinking what other pranks he could pull off and where he should he place them.

For a moment Abigail felt like her feet wouldn't move an inch when the feather haired girl's eyes were against her for several long moments. After Tazuki introduced himself and sat on the table, Abby figuret it was her turn, as Billy already seemed to know Jeong.
"Levitz. Abigail Levitz." she simply said and sat on the table.
Did I look so stiff that she thought I was weird? Abby thought.

A grunt follows the two introduction, her lingering gaze matched a sniffing of the air. Seemingly satisfied she simply said, "Billy," and returned to stuffing her face.

There seemed to be a rather still silence between the four that sat at the table. Jeong looked down at the stack of thickly served pancakes with syrup on the side. Just looking at the food made him feel full, there was no way he could finish it all. With a fork and a knife he sliced through the cake fluff of food. It was delicious, he had not had pancakes before-his family only hired skilled traditional chefs rather than cooked their own food.

He had only finished half of the pancake, when a flying saucer came torpedoing it's way at him from his side vision. Automatically he ducked at the piece of flying food squished against the middle of the table. It seemed like the food fight was getting more and more rowdy. He could hear the screaming of the cafeteria ladies shrieking like banshees across the room but most of the sound was lost as students began to pick up their plates in a solo war against other students. There were pears, apples, pancakes and juice flying over their heads.

The war zone had practically spread to the entirety of the hall. The small black haired boy was no longer hungry, instead he felt the need to keep a much wary hawk eye against his surroundings as anything and everything was tossed around everywhere. “This doesn't feel safe,”he stated.

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Aviur sat back into his seat folding his arms behind his head he tilted his head at the girl. “You know...” he lowered his voice, “a body is never born healthy unless you're happy.” A person who is sickly and without friends or anyone to talk to seemed like one of the worst of fates to be. Naturally he had always been healthy all his life and so was most of his family so he could not relate to the female in health much- all he knew was that it sucked.This girl though- she did not look like one peachy butterfly neither in health nor happiness.

His eyes followed the girl's finger as she pointed out a cute girl with pointed ears. Who in turn looked just like a reflection of the girl he spoke to, reserved, alone and reading. Because she sat at the back of the room, he had not noticed her when he had entered-an apologetic mistake on his part but it was not like there were two of him. Seeing Angel go back to reading her book, he was not pleased with that either. Slapping his hands against his thighs he stood up, “hey now. You're not getting off that easily missy.” With one hand he tugged the package of paper packed between leather bindings out of the girl's hands.

“You're the one who pointed her out. I'm sure you two will get along like dragons and treasure since you both looked so pleased to be reading little novels. Come on then!” with his other hand he held it out to the white haired girl. “Let's go see what our to-be-friend elf girl is reading!”

"H-hey!" She cried as the red head grabbed her book. "G-give it b-back!" Angel being in a slight panic tried to grab her book back. However, Aviur then told her to try and talk to the Elf girl. Immediately, the white haired turned shy, shrinking down on her seat in an attempt to possible feel smaller than she already is "...I c-can't it's not that simple when it comes to me... No matter how h-hard I try... Everyone here in this Academy h-hates me... T-Trixe even said so... 'I'm considered bad luck. A nobody' she said", Angel spoke in a small voice. Out of habit, she tried to fix the large black bow on the top of her head back into place.

As Tazuki was enjoying his breakfast with relative peace and quiet, the noise levels started to grow more louder and not just any type of noise level, some students screamed at first before a piece of squished food landed in the middle of the table they were eating at. He was not sure who started it but the lunchroom slowly defended into chaos with more students joining in this food fight war and the banshee like wails of the lunch ladies added to the chaos.

"Well would you look at that, it seems a food fight has started, now that is something you don't see everyday." He spoke up and would have joined in this wonderful but rare event, but he would get his favorite clothing all dirty for the rest of the day with an added suspension along with every other kid who participated in the food fight. He then decided it would be better to get out of the lunchroom instead of hiding under the table which would provide no protection against all the food that was being thrown.

"Well I'm not sure what you all are going to do, but I'm going to get out of here before I get caught in the crossfire. Of course if we do stay here the teachers might think we participated in this and suspend us." He then dumped his leftover food off of his lunch plate and decided to use it as a very small shield to block anything he can't dodge

Abby's eyes quickly moved around the cafeteria, following the flying food. Was that one of those moments? Where one of the weakest members of the group finally decides to stand up for themselves and the others? Abigail stood up from her chair with a dertermined expression and took the board. Perhaps that was the day she would stop being the girl who splattered blood everywhere, but the girl who was willing to shed blood for the others.

Abby squealed when her head and board were shot by pancakes. She quickly hopped and ran behind Tazuki, covering herself with the board while hoping Jeong and Billy would be behind her soon.

He ducked down straight away as another flying pancake came out of nowhere. A few of the teachers were starting to enter the room but the chaos grew more intense even through the noxious reprimanding of the situation. His eyes followed after Tazuki and Abigail and he scurried over like a mouse.

This however did not fair well for him as his desperate escape was halted by one of the female teachers. She was much taller than him, a giant species most likely. She hooked him around the neck and lifted him off of the ground. “Where do you kids think you're going?” she glowered at the retreating group.

Jeong gagged as the woman's biceps strained the air out of him. The teachers had no mercy even to the kids who had been only caught in the crossfire. They apprehended students left and right making them stay in tightly formed groups with a supervisor teacher. The black hair male clawed at the bulging muscles strangling him. He looked to Tazuki and Abigail for perhaps a bit of help.

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He was tall enough to be out of the reach of the girl's fingers; easily he passed the book to his other hand placing his other hand on his hip.

Aviur 's mouth squished together in an 'o' shape. Bullies, the usual thing that stops people from approaching others. If he recalled correctly Trixie was that popular witch girl with the punk style with coloured streaks in her hair. Her posse was also apart of this class as well. He had not seen much of her though he shared classes with a few of her friends who liked to worship the ground she walked on.

“You said 'everyone in this academy hates you'? Well I don't hate you and I don't think anyone else in this room hates you as well,” his amber eyes caught the eye of his other classmates. They turned away. Aviur would like to believe that they did not hate her anyways- they were most likely afraid of Trixie, she was after all known as a prodigy witch through her species, her grades were decently high as well.

“Come. Come now. What's the worse that can happen?” he pointed over to the elf girl who had looked up from her reading, she gave a blank stare towards them. “Look she's even expecting us!” he gave a small wave to her.

As Tazuki prepared to book it out of the lunchroom, he heard a squeal and heard footsteps stop behind him. He turned around to see who ran behind him and saw it was Abigail who ran behind him. He could have ran off and left the girl to fend for herself in the middle of a food fight, but he would feel like a major bad guy for doing that so he did the next best thing and decided to help her out,"Alright Abigail, stay behind me and cover my back. It will take some time to make it to the exit so stick close to me." After finishing explaining his plan, he then scanned the room for a quick way to the exit but instead saw Jeong being held by one of the teachers, and saw more teachers entering the cafeteria to pacify the students.

He relized that Jeong was in major trouble and had to think of a new plan, "change of plans, I'm going to help Jeong, you are free to do whatever works for you." After finishing his explanation of his new plan, he lowered his hat so his face wouldn't be recognized, picked up a a bunch of sticky pancakes from the floor and rolled it into a ball, then threw it directly at the teachers face who had Jeong captive. Sure he would be in trouble if he got caught but he couldent help himself, besides the teacher was physically holding him down and using a bit more force then necessary. If the teacher takes the bait, he would be the new target and Jeong would be free, of course he was prepared to run like his life depended on it.

The unfortunate shorter girl gave up on trying to retrieve her book. She listened to what the boy had to say and couldn't help but blush slightly as he said that he didn't hate her. Sure she did know that most people were avoiding her because them themselves were Trixie's victims. However there were a few besides the older witch's group that hated her, people that saw a side of Angel that they shouldn't have seen. The white haired girl played with her hair nervously and turned pale when she realised that the Elf girl was watching. Realising that it was no use now to back out, Angel shyly walked towards the girl. She evidently was shaking and wasn't surprised if other people could hear her heartbeat as it pounded a million miles per second. "U-umm... H-hello..." Angel whispered to the other girl, once reaching her desk.

"U-huh." Abby nodded quickly when Tazuki told her to cover his back. Then she dropped the board before covering her mouth with both of her hands. Pure horror took over her when she saw Jeong trapped in a violent grip, as his eyes were desperately pleading for help. Tazuki then rushed to help him, leaving Abigail to decide on her own.

The twin-tailed girl panicked and started turning her head sideways.
"What do I do? What do I do?" she murmured to herself before a massive amount of syrouped pancakes splattered over her head. She quickly wiped the syrop off her eyes and rushed behind the muscular teacher.

"Tazuki distracts her from the front, I..." she thought before taking something from the floor and threw it at the teacher's nape. The moment she did it, the girl's foot stepped on a pancake, causing her to slip backwards, meeting the ground with force.

"The cafeteria had pancakes all over the place... and I threw a board?" Abby thought immediately after the pain faded a bit. Her back and head still hurted a lot when she got up in a sitting position. After a quiet groan, she opened her eyes to see the results.

The teacher might not have noticed anything as she desperately tried to round up the wildly flailing students but she was also poorly sucking the life out of Jeong when something splattered against her face and body. Completely forgetting the boy she growled, a deep rumble under her throat wanting to just tear at whoever had thrown that. She saw that it was the green haired boy and would have gone straight for him when something else, also wet and sticky splattered at the back of her neck. This was barely the first month of a new semester and these kids thought it was funny to fool around.

Jeong gasped placing his hands on his own throat, thinking it might possibly collapse on it's own. He was dropped to his knees and luckily still somewhat alive. The giant muscular teacher was distracted for a few moments by the help of the food. He had just stood up when a barrage of blueberries came firing above his head. The boy was just short enough to not be hit but he had the terrible sight of seeing the teacher's face grow from red to a deep dark blue-which were not just the blueberries.

Swallowing he jumped on to his feet, feeling the sticky syrup slow his movements on the ground. As quickly as he could muster he grabbed Abigail's wrist and ran towards the fleeing green haired elder classman.

Jeong stumbled over the chaos leaving the teacher behind who now searched for the blueberry culprit. “Tazuki wait up!”

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Aviur smugly walked up behind the timid white haired girl with his arms crossed, just in case if she suddenly decided to run. The pointed eared girl in front of them with her long slender fingers hovered over to the bookmark sitting on the desk. His eyes glinted a little at the bookmark. It was not something he had seen often, probably from the sharp eared humanoid races culture. It was of an intricate design of green and gold with floral patterns that stuck out of what looked to be a lucky charm with strands of white ribbons. Perhaps it held some magic in it as he noticed the bright rainbow gem in the center glow a soft green as she placed it into where she had left the book off.

“Hello,” she greeted them, her voice reflected Angel's, soft spoken and quiet. There was also a lullaby like tune in her voice. “Do you need something?” She placed gold strands of hair behind her long ears revealing a small red jewel earring.

Giving his usual happy smile he gave Angel a small pat on her upper back. “This little bird told me you played the flute so I thought we might introduce ourselves and perhaps get a chance to know each other better.” Naturally his first thoughts were how pretty the natural beings of the forest were. It was not his first time seeing an elf and every time he found one he could not be envious at their eternal graceful beauty, both men and women. They were much more lithe than humans were and they sang songs and breathed fresh air. His life was pretty isolated much like the elves although more humans tended to head towards closer to more industrial areas. They were much more pure than humans were, he could see the sunlight shine in her hair and her globular eyes that seemed to hold rivers;they were such enchanting creatures,most likely one of his favorite kind with their sparkly nature wizardry.

“I'm Aviur,”he introduced himself first to break some ice.

Angel felt terrified yet she kept it hidden. When Aviur started talking to the girl, it gave the white haired time to calm down and think. However it ended soon enough that her plan to make a quick escape failed. Taking a steady breath she finally responded in her small voice, "what book are you r-reading?" Her blood red eyes sparkled with curiosity, wondering on what the story could be and what adventurous imagination it holds. Again by habit, Angel sorted out her bow on her head again. She then checked her clothes nervously, seeing if there were any embarrassing food stains or left over crumbs.

Tazuki ran as fast as he could avoiding the stray apples, blueberries, even globs of syrup being thrown around. He had to also be cautious of things on the ground because he could just as easily fall down, get his clothes all dirty, and have a one way ticket to a suspension if a teacher grabbed him, thankfully his time in gym and other physical activities didint allow him to easily trip on the things on the floor and helped him dodge the flying food, well a few drops of syrup and juice splattered on his clothes but was much better than being hit directly.

As he made it to the exit of the lunchroom he heard a familiar voice calling his name, "Tazuki wait up!" He realized it was Jeong and gave a sigh of relief that the plan worked. He open the doors to the cafeteria and held them open and began to wait for his fellow friends. Sure he may be caught by a teacher or get hit by some food still flying around, but he was willing to take the risk.

Abigail's face lit in joy when Jeong was finally saved from the deadly grip. The teacher seemed overwhelmed with all the food flying around. It was their chance to flee.

"Waah!" Abby yelped once Jeong tooked her hand and pulled her towards the exit, which was held open by Tazuki.

Finally. At least the three of them were safe from the war. The weapons already did their damage, but it was finally over.
Abby was panting in an attept to slow down her pounding heart.
"We were... amazing! The three of us were amazing!" Abigail smiled while still being in post war shock.
"That was scary! And we laughed in the face of scariness!" her voice trembled.
"Perhaps we should change our clothes now." Abby wiped some cream off her eye.

The raven haired boy released his grip on the blonde girl now that they were in the neutral zone away from the teachers who were now rounding up the students. He sighed heavily having found himself lacking in stamina, he leaned up against the wall for support. That was certainly one way to get a morning started.

The young male felt all the weight, 'literally', on his shoulders as he felt little bits of food slip down his shoulders. His oversized pant legs clung to his honey and syrup drenched shoes that made him feel sticky all over. Jeong nodded his head in agreement with Abigail, they should also hurry in getting changed as he was pretty sure that class would probably start soon.

It was not the most of pleasant memory that was now etched into his mind but it was certainly a 'different' experience. “I think class will start soon. I don't think we have enough time to go running back to the dorms and back,” he said looking around his surroundings. His green orbs landed a small sign, “I'm just going to clean myself up in the bathroom and clean my clothes during a longer break. Excuse me.” The short male started heading towards the boy's lavatory at the end of the hallway that they had turned into.

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The elf looked from the red head, to the white head then back down to the cover of the book. Then after a few moments of thought, from what the red headed assumed was the elf determining on whether she would talk to them or ignore them. But even if she were to ignore them he would continue to persist. He was stubborn like that.

“It's called the Last Light,” she spoke softly her fingers tracing the hard book cover. “I don't think it would interest you much. Not many people enjoy this book...people say it's too...tragic and unrealistic.”

Tragedy was good genre, not his most favourite type as it lacked a happy heroic ending. Aviur was a more of an action and -powpow and linear easy to understand stories than people looping each other round and round.He crossed his arms allowing the two girls to converse in their book talk-once they got deep into conversation, he would slip away calling it another mission successful

He wondered if perhaps he could run to the cafeteria to get food. The human had a case of a bit of hunger pangs, though it was not noticeable now. His fiery eyes glanced over to the clock above the door. Sadly he probably would not make it in time.