Irus Psomas's Story

Kaen Phokus

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Looking out at the assembly of students filing into the auditorium was boring and all too familiar for Kaen Phokus, as he would much rather be teaching his classes than waiting for the Headmaster to do his beginning of the year speech. There wasn't much he could do about it though so he made the best of it, sipping his tea and stroking the black cat on his shoulder named Goka. The black cat nearly blended in with his messy black hair, the only part of the cat able to be seen clearly being it's green eyes. As the speech started Kaen showed little interest as he tried to wake himself up from the nap he had just been taking in his classroom.

As the speech came to an end and the students began to either applaud, stare in horror or leave altogether Kaen turned on his heel and left to start his class. He made a stop at the office to pick up any memos or the like from his inbox and casually greeted students as he moved to unlock his classroom. He didn't seem to give a care who entered the room now, as it was first period and he had a class to begin. Combat Sparring was a rough class but luckily his classroom was only one of two rooms, the other having all the sparring equipment and mats they would need to make sure the training went well and no one got hurt too badly.

The first room was used for the academic portion of the class, outlining techniques and going over what set of workouts they were to do. Kaen was already in a basic black kimono which he wore almost all the time. Students didn't have to sign any wavers or buy any equipment for his class, but they were advised to bring their own separate clothes for the class. Kaen lounged in his chair behind his desk and leaned his head back in relaxation, his black cat crawling up to lay across his eyes and block his vision. If one wasn't careful they might think he was a Neko with a cat's face from the right angle.

Thomas sat inconspicuously in the sea of students utterly blending in with the intriguing shapes and colors of the various species of creatures there to attend. He appeared mostly human by comparison, with a small stature only a large pair of black cat ears evidence of his monstrosity. He hardly seemed monstrous regardless as he sat curled in his seat with his knees to his chest a gray cat nestled in his arms. The cat wasn't his. He hadn't even brought it from the last place he'd been staying. It had been wandering the school grounds playing among fallen leaves. After it had followed him through the halls during his tasks of confirming his arrival, turning in his luggage and consulting a map to find the auditorium itself Thomas thought it best to make sure no other student decided to eat it or something and held it during the Headmaster's speech.

Once the speech was over he went about searching for the first class he'd be attending. First class was sparring. Thomas was already regretting the choice as he made his way through the halls. He was not incredibly motivated to fight anyone. He would likely be the one to hide behind the stronger man in a group and shout insults at the enemy rather than fighting up front. Thomas sighed audibly at the prospect of dealing with fists flying at him and hugged the cat nestled in his arms his tail twitching agitatedly. He entered the classroom, giving off barely enough aura to be noticed as he slipped in and sat down towards the back closest to the wall. The gray cat mewled discontentedly and squirmed hopping out of Thomas's arms to escape the classroom without him, not comfortable with the idea of lingering in the other cat's territory. He was just a stray after all. Thomas let it leave without concern and slouched gloomily, sprawled across his desk looking far too comfortable there for the first day. His ears where level, mirroring his listlessness as he rest his chin on his arms crossed in front of him. The teacher seemed about as motivated as he was. Thomas peered at him, unimpressed until he noticed the cat taking ownership of his face in full view of the class. Thomas cocked his head slightly and watched the cat. Reading posture was like shaking a person's hand in the mind of a cat. Neither seemed aggressive nor playful so they appeared to ignore one another. Thomas was curious however, most cats didn't ignore him. It was a good sign that this teacher was a cat person regardless. Perhaps he'd go easy on him, Thomas smiled slightly at the thought and let his eyelids lower for a cat nap.

The three heads of Jodhal began to reconsider their choice in size. Standing outside the auditorium doors, too big to fit through, they argued mentally. Snapping at each other, hitting each other with their tails or trying to take control of the body. It wasn't until the 'leader' of the three, Dae, the middle head, stopped the fight somehow. As their conversations were all mentally, the argument could never be heard by others, but it seemed like the other two heads were sulking as the body shrunk down to the size a bit larger than a human. Finally, they could enter, only to realise that they had to sit on the door like any other dog due to seating problems.

Once the speech had ended and the strange students of unique shapes and sizes left the room, Jodhal followed. Thumping through the hallways until they had reached the room for their first class. Sparring. What kind of joke is this? Why would a being like Jodhal take part in some annoying sparring thing. And back during the speech, something about human guises, Jodhal would pass more like a dog than a damn human. No matter, there'll be a way somehow.

Suddenly, Jodac and Dae heard a crunching sound just as they decided to enter the room. The source, Vhal. The idiot of the three, somehow this head managed to grab a grey creature, crunching down on it as the furry tail was sucked into his throat. "Ahh, that was nice!" Vhal exclaimed as he licked his lips with enjoyment, oblivious the other stares of his 'brothers'. "Whatever, Dae, get in there." Jodac ordered, not caring at all about Vhal's idiocy. He just wanted an excuse to fall asleep...

Shame walks into the school, slightly late on her first day. Her head lower than her shoulders as she trotted quickly down the halls. She barely made it to the speech as it was halfway over. She shifted into her human form so she could sit in an empty seat, her bangs hanging over her red eye that concealed her power. She paid no attention to the speech and just felt like all eyes were on her. Shame pulled up her hood so she felt more comfortable, slinking down in the seat. She knew this was going to be a bad year for her...

Shame was glad the speech was over with and jumped up, rushing to her first period class; sparring. She was excited. She loved sparring, even though she isn't very experienced. She could try, but she needed to handle her shadows that like to act on their own. She visualized herself sparring, shadow clones at her sides. She smiled at her thoughts. It wasn't a real smile. She hasn't smiled in years. She wondered if she ever will again. She sighed, making her way to the class. Once she entered, she made her way to the farthest seat in the class. She eyed the boy with the cat and narrowed her eyes at the cat as it moved to the warlock teacher. She let out a small growl; she hated cats. She took in a deep breath as her shadows gathered around her like a circle, resembling powder for the mere moment until someone passed the circle. She kept daydreaming, singing a song in her head as the theme song. She smiled and accidentally moved her bangs. The shadows shot up into the air and became a needle shape. Before she thought anyone saw, she quickly dragged her bangs back over her eye, the shadows fading away slowly. She sighs in relief, closing her eyes contently. This was going to be hard...

Irus had always hated ceremonies, they dragged on for far too long and she thought they were pretty pointless herself since they could always hand out a pamphlet or something; Irus had found out that a pamphlet was a few months ago and didn't know why more people didn't use pamphlets and chose to drag out a welcoming in the mos exhausting way possible.

As the headmaster began to drone on and on about the asylum and it's rules, Irus picked one of her scales and looked into it. She wanted to see what this school year held. "Nothing interesting." She mumbled. Well, it could've been interesting if this wasn't so foggy. But it still looked liked a void of anything particularly abnormal would come this year, well as abnormal as a monster training facility could get.

Irus was glad that the headmaster had finally finished his speech. As soon as he was done Irus got up and slithered her way down the hall back into the comfort of her divination classroom.

Waylen Monstrum

There was always one student who questioned the value of the sparring class. This year it just so happened to be the headmaster's boy, bringing an evil grin to Kaen's face. He gestured to the ring and watched as many of the students made a path for Randal to move through.

"Be the first to enter the ring and find out." The ring itself was enchanted by Karen to erase any and all fatal damage that is done inside the ring. If (and when) someone would die in the ring they are knocked out instead, but with the full appearance of harm. Pain was still present and minor wounds wouldn't be stopped, but that was all part of the fun.

As Randal entered the ring Kaen tossed him a school training sword then held one sword up for the class to see. Anyone want to challenge him to a friendly brawl? The winner of this match gets 1 Silver star and a free magica act from yours truely."

He made the same offer every year he has been a teacher, and helping the winner was always fun. Last year the student saved her act until hallows eve and asked Kaen to conjure up a party, which in the end shut out that nights dance. Monstrum wasn't happy with that but got over it shortly after.