Mikala Dutch'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.

Three sets of black boots clacked on the floors of the school. Kyouki, Sirius, and their 'Leader,' Damien. Like puppies following their mother, or sheep following sheep, they tailed Damien. Not straying so much as a few meters.

His coat trailed mere centimetres behind him, his hair moved ever so slightly. A look of content was on his face as he walked towards the notice board, his face dropping when he saw who he was roomed with.

"Mikala? Really? Mika-Mi?!" He shouted, shaking slightly. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not. Sirius frowned, along with Kyouki. The two looked at eachother and smiled slightly. "Joy." Kyouki muttered.

Kyouki shuffled forwards, and saw Derrick and Derian. She smiled. "Oh, I know! There's another zombie at this school, her names, uh, Kyoko? Kiki? Kola? Something like that. We should see if she'll join us."

She stepped forwards, smirking. "My name is Kyouki. And yes, Flippy, I'll join you. Infact, I'll be glad. I get to see what the other zombies are made of. Y'know, besides bones, blood and guts."

(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!"