Karne Nevaidos's Story

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Muralia Academy- a place where Supernaturals of all ranks can come together and learn how to hone their abilities. Created by Tobias Grimlocke, whom is both the Leader of Demons and the Council Leader, this school is one of a kind.

Darius stood in the hallway of said school, looking at a piece of paper in his hands. It was early morning, when students would be waking up to go to breakfast. I know they had to rearrange the dorms due to all the transfers, but.....THIS?! WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS THIS?! Darius unconsciously shook the paper in his hands as he headed towards a billboard on the wall, conveniently located just outside of the cafeteria where everyone could see. He used a tack to put it up as a few people already started to crowd around. Then, he took another piece of paper out of his hands and tacked that one up too.

The first paper was a dorm listing. Because there were so many transfers out of Muralia Academy during the first week of school, they had to rearrange everyone's rooming situations. Darius had put up the new arrangements, although very reluctantly.

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New Dorm Arrangements

Room 101- Darius Grimlocke and Kiran Nevaidos
Room 102- Atryom Bravinski and Sirius Veneziano
Room 103- Roan'n Escavela and Kyouki Shimizu
Room 104- Rei Lic're and Andri Nav'iadar
Room 105- Mikala Dutch and Damien Rivera
Room 106- Derian Mors and Derrick Blackthorne
Room 107- Tzar Kohla and Karne Nevaidos
Room 108- Fenris Curavine

Note: Rooms cannot be switched or changed, with the exception of Special Privileges.
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The second piece of paper was a notice.

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ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS

To assess your initial power and mastery of your abilities, there will be a tournament held today.

What: Team Tourney A (in groups of three) [MANDATORY]
When: Noon, after lunch
Where: The practice field behind the school.

Awards and Prizes: Because this is a practice test to gauge the student's initial level, there will be no prizes awarded.

Students may choose their own partners- however, to do so they MUST notify the Student Council in writing of all team members. Those who do not submit their team members in writing will be put into teams at random.
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Done with his task, Darius left the billboard and went into the cafeteria. He was lost in thought as he grabbed some random food and sat down in an inconspicuous corner of the cafeteria. I can't BELIEVE it! I'm roomed with THAT GUY?! AGAIN?! He quietly seethed as he bit into a banana muffin, unaware of the stares he was getting from some of the girls in the cafeteria. So lame....I haven't seen him since I got here though, I wonder if he's even here...? Darius's train of thought was broken as someone sat next to him.

"You look very thoughtful today, Darius. I assume it is because of the new dorm arrangements?" Atryom smiled at him as he set down his tray and sat next to him. His seven tails twitched and writhed of their own volition as they always did as he continued, "I see that you were roomed with Kiran again. I wonder if it's fate? I mean, after what happened in the summer...."

"Do not speak of the summer, or I swear I'll make you call me Master for the rest of your life." Darius responded quickly, the curtness in his voice showing he meant business. "Nothing happened this summer. Got it?"

Atryom just chuckled and nodded. "As you wish, Darius. Although, I wonder if he remembers differently?" Atryom went on playfully, nudging Darius's shoulder. Darius just shook his head, looking a bit troubled.

"Shut up, stupid fox. Oh, by the way, you're on my team for the tournament today." Darius notified him matter-of-factly, the usual haughtiness in his voice apparent.

"As expected. Do we have a third member as of yet?" Atryom inquired. Darius shook his head once more. "I see. Perhaps we should ask-"

"We are NOT asking that Misfit." Darius quickly cut him off, answering perhaps a bit louder than what was necessary. "Anyone but that guy."

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Derrick slowly opened his eyes, reluctant to face the new day. He hated waking up. Nevertheless, he fully opened his eyes and sat up. He stretched, got dressed, and left to the cafeteria.

He, like everyone else, took a look at the billboard. He noted with relief that he was roomed with his master, but frowned at the thought of a tournament. What was the point in fighting if you weren't allowed to kill anyone? It just took all the fun out of it. Yawning and getting grumpier and grumpier, Derrick went into the cafeteria in search of his master.

No sooner had Kiran stepped out of his room that he was pounced upon by the Pink-Haired Morning Person. 

"Kiaaaaa~" squealed his older sister as he was captured firmly in her arm. The cat was on her shoulder, and promptly slipped into his own grip, as he was less prone to jumping and twirling down the hallway. Karne finally released him before giving him a peck on the cheek that had his face flushed pink with surprise. Kiran berated himself for forgetting to put on something with a hood. Karne was too oblivious. He cradled the small kitten in his arms and bid his sister good morning before they started walking, Karne humming and her gaze glittering about with natural interest and impulsivity. It had become her routine to "attack" him just as he stepped out of his door each morning, one he kept foolishly forgetting about. It was Karne. It was to be expected. 

She opened her mouth to speak to him, when she caught sight of a crowd before a bulletin board. Karne grabbed her brother's hand, forcing him to hold the cat one-handed, and dragged him with unintentional mercilessness all the way down the hall to see what the board had in store. Karne hummed an impromptu song as she skipped along, oblivious to Kiran's awkward efforts to stay caught up, even though he was stumbling just about every other step. It was morning. He was just not a morning person.

Karne weaved her way to the board first, quickly skimming the two pages and smiling brightly. Continuing her tune, she shifted to the side to let her brother see the board. 

The new dorm arrangements confused Kiran.

It was... his name. Room 101, then some other name, then his name. It was the other name that confused him. He read it over and over, checking the spelling, and whether or not it was the right room he was in, and so on. He furrowed his brows, still uncertain he was reading correctly. The fuck is this? A typo? Some sick sort of joke? He frowned and his features unconsciously darkened. Who the bloody hell comes up with this sh- 

His thought was cut off by Karne taking his hand and dragging him off again, this time to the cafeteria.

"Ssssssoooooooooo," she said as they walked. "Whaddya think about the tourney?"

He looked up at his cheery sister, animosity replaced by confusion. "The what?"

Karne looked at him strangely. "The tourney. On the paper."

"What-" he cut off the question, looked away for a moment, then looked back. "I dunno what I think." 

"We need another person for our team."

"Team? What team?"

Karne giggled delightedly, giddy that she knew something Kiran didn't for once. "We need teams of three for the tourney, dum-dum!" 

"Well, that's fucking great," he murmured and looked off in another direction once more. Karne frowned. 

"Whassa matter, Kia?" she asked, concern flitting about her features as they entered the cafeteria.

Kiran took his hand from hers and massaged a temple with a sigh. No use lying. "Roommate," he answered simply, veering in one direction towards a near-empty section.

His sister followed closely, pursuing a more suitable answer. "Whaddabout 'em?"

They sat across from each other, and Kiran's eyes flashed belligerently. "If he speaks to me, I'm stabbing him in the fucking throat," he growled. The cat slipped from his tightened grasp and Karne held it instead.

Her expression was one of dismay, as it always was when her brother was in a bad mood. Kiran put his head down, as she asked, "Awwwwww are you okaaaay, Kia?"

"Head hurts." His reply was simple. An understatement. Kiran was positive that having his guts ripped out of his body, torn to shreds and set on fire would've felt better than dealing with Darius's shit for a whole school session.

Karne tilted her head to one side, understanding there was more to what he said, but choosing not to persue the subject any further. She beamed again and changed the subject, taking hold a lock of her brother's platinum hair and twirling it about her finger.

"Hey, Kia?"

"Hm."

"Can I braid your hair?"

He lifted his head up and swatted her hand away irritably. "God, no! The hell, Karne? Quit fucking touching me!" Kiran's words had come out much harsher than he'd meant them too. He regretted them immediately as his sister's expression switched to one of stricken dismay. Her lip quivered slightly.

Kiran's features softened as he tried to reconcile with his sister. "No, Karne, I didn't mean to... Come on, don't... Ah, fuck, look, uh... gyah..." He ran a hand through his hair. He tried changing the subject. "So, about the tourney... We still need a third person..."

"Hmmmm...." His sister, distracted from her previous sorrow, looked about. She sighed dramatically and cuttlefish the small cat to her chest. "Awww, Naniiiiii, I wish you were a student! Then you could be our teammate an' help us!" The kitten mewled and curled up. Karne made some squealing sound and made an adoring face at the cat.

Kiran forced a small smile as he watched his older sister's antics. Unbidden words surged forth, fragments of an unwelcome memory. His smile wavered ever so as they came to him.

You're just like every other Misfit- greedy, deceitful, but most of all, a liar...

(I'm sorry for the holdup guys. I haven't been feeling well and I've been in my bed pretty much all day Dx. I especially apologize to Reaper)


Mikala grinned and gratefully returned the gesture. “Karne!” she squealed happily. “My best friend!” she said, bouncing up and down as she pulled away. Mikala let out a surprised yelp as Karne grabbed her hand and held it high in the air. Her smile grew wider as she made her announcement, then dropping her hand, did a fist pump in which Mikala quickly mimicked. “VICTORIOUS!” she shouted.

"So... you wanna be on our team, Mika?"

Mikala turned to Kiran and did another fist pump. “Of course!” she said nodding. “And we will be victorious! Now that we have our team, we shall set off!” she said, a determined look on her face.

“Right Karne?” she asked and grabbed her hand, marching off. “Come Kiran!” she shouted over her shoulder. "We must submit our teams now!"