Darius Grimlocke and Atryom Bravinski
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 ArrangementsRoom 101-
Darius Grimlocke and
Kiran NevaidosRoom 102-
Atryom Bravinski and
Sirius VenezianoRoom 103-
Roan'n Escavela and
Kyouki ShimizuRoom 104-
Rei Lic're and
Andri Nav'iadarRoom 105-
Mikala Dutch and
Damien RiveraRoom 106-
Derian Mors and
Derrick BlackthorneRoom 107-
Tzar Kohla and
Karne NevaidosRoom 108-
Fenris CuravineNote: Rooms cannot be switched or changed, with the exception of Special Privileges.~~~~~~~~~~
The second piece of paper was a notice.
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ATTENTION ALL STUDENTSTo 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."
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.