Sarah DeKnowles's Story

Sarah leaned back in her chair in her classroom with her feet up on her desk, reading some magazine for making your tail bushier with more sheen in only 72 hours as she waited for either people to come in to her class to at least visit, or to be called to an assembly for all the new students. Either way, she was left wondering about all the new students, and what she, the 317-year old Kitsune country bumpkin with an Irish accent(So she spent a few decades in Dublin, is that a crime?) would have to put up with as a teacher. After that thought, she laughed a little. Try putting THAT on the telly, see what ratings you get!

Sarah's ears twitched as she heard someone calling for help. She slowly got up, put her magazine away, and walked out into the hall to find a guy who reeked of death and old age, as her nose painfully indicated, yet didn't look any older than the students.
"Let me guess... Obitum, right?" she said, eyeing him up. If this was the teacher for the Coping with Death class, he certainly smelled like he knew what he was doing. "Let me continue the guessing games and say you're in your... 200's?"

"Wow, stunning deductive skills those that you have there Miss" he said with a outrageous bow "Your deductions are correct in both cases, though in my age I'm not quite sure, when you're an active deceased that's no longer important" he looked to the pretty woman with whom he was speaking, animal ears revealed her non-human origin, Obitum vaguely remembered having heard of similar beings in the land of the rising sun. "Since I'm a gentleman, I will not reveal that you have many more years than you appear, well I would like to ask for some help but I still haven't had the pleasure of hearing your name."

Sarah kindly laughed at his not asking her age.
"Please, I take pride in the fact I look this good at 317! I mean, my sisters are jealous of how old I look! But yes, we are gettin' ahead of ourselves. I'm Sarah DeKnowles, formerly Yoko Ishimura, and what were you looking for?" Young looking AND a gentleman? If he didn't make her nose want to crawl up into her skull, she'd have asked him if he was doing anything later already.

Obitum wondered which was better exist for about 200 years or live for more than 300, that was one of those existential questions that he had for being a living dead, "Well Miss Sarah, by the way is a lovely name, my dead self doesn't know where the new teachers have to go, certain circumstances made me away from my group," of course he wouldn't say was sleeping in the graveyard "So I would like to ask your guide here, that only if you don't mind being next to a corpse, otherwise I'll settle for some indications", Obitum knew that not many people tolerated being near to an Undead, a few of sensitive nose couldn't tolerate the smell of death and others just found it creepy.

She shook her head quickly, eyes wide.
"No, no, I was wondering what we were supposed to be doing! But now that you mention it, I know where you're talking about! Come with me, we can find our way there together!"

To his surprise Selv once again dragged him but this time the demon also came, in addition to guide them without a shadow of doubt the kelpie girl quickly found seats near the door. After a few moments Daemos the Skinwalker and father of the girl appeared followed by two people a man and a girl who could well be the same age, then the Skinwalker said
"I will see you later. Your clothes and other weapons are in your dorm."
Tye made ​​a slight pout on hearing this, he had to go everywhere carrying his trunk, which even now he had by the side, maybe if he should had to listen them when they told him that a suitcase would be better before coming, "Daemos father of Selv, When would I know where is my room?" he asked to the teacher, but wanting to leave his belongings somewhere wasn't the only thing that he had in mind, Tye wanted to know what kind of beings came with Daemos, but the interaction between man and Murry revealed his demonic origin, so he was limited to asking the girl dreadlocks while smiling "What are you?"


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"You have my deepest gratitude" Obitum said as he once again make an extravagant bow, "Although we should hurry, it wouldn't be a good example if two teachers are late the first day," he offered his right arm to the lady, though he was a corpse remained quite "fresh" to put it in s, though he wasn't aware how it worked the resuscitation process that was used with him.

Sarah smiled, and took his hand, hoping it wouldn't fall off as she led him to where the teachers were meeting.
"So," she said, hoping to keep conversation going, "What are you teaching again?"

"If you want a category, then I'm a god-child, the name is Tye son of Tyr" he replied to the girl bowing his head slighty "By the way, what is a Naiad?" his knowledge in mythical beings was rather poor he could barely recognize a handful and certainly the Naiad were not among them so Tya was interested in what kind of beings yhey were, by the reference to salty smell that he hear from Selv the other girl had to be some kind aquatic being like the fish girl that he saw on the ferry or maybe like his friend the kelpie.

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"Although my specialty is to escape from graves, it has no practical application in a school, so, as you must know thanks to your wonderful deductive ability, I'll teach the class of Coping with the fact that you've died" he replied calmly as they walked to their destination "It is more difficult than living beings can imagine, I just hope that there are people willing to take my class" sighed "And you, what is your class?" Obitum asked with a smile.

She smiled a bit as he mentioned her already knowing.
"Caught!" she responded cheekily, "I was just trying to keep the conversation rolling as we were walking. I'll be teaching Culinary Arts Spanning All Types of Diets, but I think any dish involving human or mythic flesh will have to be passed on. But you'll probably get more people than I will, you'll have vampires, zombies, yokai, I'm pretty sure selkies are drowned maidens, so you might be getting those... Me? I'll probably end up with the few people looking to get that one more credit.

Sarah and Obitum walk through the doors to the meeting, and Sarah places the arm with the bracelet on the table.
"Can I put forward the motion that maps are placed around this seemingly pocket dimension with alien geometries? I think we got lost five times!" Sarah groaned as she brushed back a loose strand of hair that had fallen over her face. She felt that she needed to study the spatial anomaly that was her getting lost. She still had no idea how she had gotten to the top of Mount Fuji from her trip to town that one time.
(Sorry for hijacking Obitum, Fencer, I wanted to keep involved in the rp.)

Sarah stared at Leviathan and Aleric, along with all the other teachers.
"Am I invisible?" she said as she sank into her seat. All these other people seemed to be at such a higher standard of power than she was. There was the Leviathan, The Ice Queen, even the man who built the academy... All she was is a kitsune... Sure, they were revered as gods in Japan at one time, but she felt so outclassed here...

Leviathan shrugged. "I know that, Sophinia. I'm just saying that I'm taking an extra precaution on my part. We need all the help we can get. No need for any assumptions until you actually know what I mean by what I say." He then turned his attention toward Sarah. "Did you have something to say, miss? Pardon us for not getting to you, sooner."

Sarah shook her head, startled and surprised that someone had heard her say that, feeling embarrassed when she realized she had been thinking aloud.
"Sorry, I was just expecting... you know, a teacher meeting like any other, schedules, student protocol, all that rubbish, and most certainly not Crete, of all things! There was a small offshoot in my hometown trying to get me and my family to join. After all those years of peace, none of us wanted to actually rule the village, so we turned them down, and they got violent. They're lucky they only dealt with my father, my sisters would have killed them. But I digress, if Crete tries to get involved, I'll do my best to stop them." Sarah sank further into her seat, redder than an Irish rose. For Inari's sake, she was a firefox that had spent the last 300 years cooking, not some sort of alien life form that looked really, really human save a monkey tail that was a super-warrior! What was she going to do? Serve them some bad fish?

Leviathan tilted his head diagonally. "I'm a sea serpent, Sophinia. What do you expect? I'm used to fighting and hunting, not conversation." He sighed in weary resignation. "Fine... I'll hold that call... I'm not going to be the one that starts a fight over something stupid..."

The soldier turned his attention back to Sarah. "Yeah, Crete's pretty wacko. They tried to convince me to join when I was in my original form. I may not like how mankind screwed up the world, but I was not about to do anything that would disgrace Dad's sacrifice on the cross in an effort to give them a chance at eternal life. My ol' man even told me about the whole death and ressurection bit in advance. So, naturally, I refused. Why they attacked me for that, I don't know, but they should have known better from reading the book of Job. Nothing was left of those Crete recruiter morons but ashes." He looked at his tooth. "I will defnitely try burning those terrorists, when they come. I'm not sure what the results will be, but I will put up a fight."

Sarah stood up and snarled, her foxfires blazing blue all around her, making her seem more dangerous than all of Crete, if only by means of illusion.
"ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! I SWEAR TO INARI I'LL MAKE CHILLED SASHIMI OUT OF THE TWO OF YOU IF YOU DON'T PUT YOUR PETTY EGOS ASIDE!!! WE'RE HERE TO BE TEACHERS, NOT TO SEE WHO CAN HURT WHO!!!" It wasn't often she spoke in bold font, but heaven help those who made her.

Grace slowly took his eyes off of the puppet. Two of the teachers had been fighting non stop for who knows how long, and the janitor had been starting to get annoyed. How the Boss could let them go on like that for such an extensive amount of time, it was beyond him. What made him finally tear his eyes away was the useage of bold font by another teacher. Grace fixed his curious gaze on the clearly angry woman. His head tilted slightly to the side, and within seconds he was standing next to kitsune, his fingers running through a few captive stands of hair. "You have purple hair too", the puppet master said urgently, as if he was notifying something rather important. However Grace's bored poker face remained plastered on as his expression, so his tone didn't fit his body language.

Suddenly a bright smile lit the janitor's face. Though it didn't show teeth nor reach his eyes, Grace's gaze held a certain warmth nevertheless. "It's very pretty." The hand that had previously been stroking the teacher's hair left it's doings to touch his own purple locks. A strange sadness replaced the warmth in the young man's eyes. "Like... mine..."

But then the dark sadness and affection warmth vanished; pushed out of existence by the grin that now stretched across Grace's face. The hand that had been hesitantly touching his amethyst hair was now pushing the purple bangs back; a picture worthy pose. The vainity that now filled the air glittered with the janitor's next words. "Of course, you still have a long way to go before reaching my godly level of hair quality."

Grace whirled around, his death glare impaling the winter fae with javelins of pure hatred. "Shut your royal trap Sophinia", he snarled, the amount of venom in his words completely unnecessary and rather appalling. Turning his attention back to more interesting affairs (also known as Sarah), the janitor sniffed snootily, as if he was the one who had just been offended. "Come, my ally through circumstance. Let us abstain from interacting with the lesser beings, and we will have our vengeance via having a more attractive hair color." That said, the young man dragged his senior over to a chair on the far end of the table, sat both of them down, and proceeded to braid a thin section of hair on the back of the kitsune's head. All while muttering darkly to himself, of course.

"Cool it, 'Highness'!" Leviathan felt guilty about the argument. "Sarah's right, we should stop fussing and start focusing on what we should do as teachers!" He then turned to Grace. "And I don't think kissing up to her will be necessary." Leviathan picked up his tooth and put it in his scabbard as he stood up to place himself between Sophinia and Sarah. "Enough is enough, Ice Queen. You may have a throne, but this is not Fae territory. Alaric is in charge, not you." He turned his eyes toward Alaric. "Permission to restrain her, should she attack anyone?"

Sarah smiled and nodded her thanks to Grace, glad that there was at least SOMEONE here who wasn't trying to brag about themselves. Thankfully for everyone, Grace's intervention had stopped her from showing Sophinia just why kitsune were so worshipped in Shinto religious practices. However, Sophina's final comment ticked her off in just the right ways, and she sent off a foxfire blaze to show The Ice Bitch why SARAH of all kitsune was feared. The flames followed Jill Frost into the hallway and formed into a copy of Sarah in full yokai form, which did NOT look pleasant, a total opposite to the somewhat beautiful Sarah.
"Look, Soft Serve," she fumed, floating in front of the fae, "I couldn't care less if you were Queen because you farted snowflakes and sneezed hail. But I can't stand stuck-up snobs, and you sure have a lot of hot air for a fancy snowangel! You have no right to act like you run the place, and you most CERTAINLY do not think yourself above anyone else here! We are all equal in this Academy, and if you don't like that, go start bringing the polar bears back!" With that, the false Sarah took her human form and slapped Sophina, and it felt VERY much real. It then dissipated in a poof of foxfire.

Meanwhile, over with Grace, Sarah decided that talking was a good idea.
"You smell of fabric and puppets," she said as Grace was braiding. "Care to show me your collection later?"