William Wyatt's Story

Aleric frowned at Sorel and sighed. "good enough. that's all I can get from you... isn't it?" He turned back to the window after tossing the envelope onto her lap. "they're already here."



Maria went back to looking out at the ocean, sighing in relief as they approached the shore. first thing she would do is get more clothes, that's for sure... She finished off her Holy-enchanted water and put the bottle in her bag. she touched Dante's Cross for good luck and headed for the landing ramp.



William tilted his hat and touched his two-slotted Bandoleer, making sure the twin Crystal bullets Wundermittle were secure. He stood and tossed his bags over his shoulders. he started towards the Docking ramp without a world. as he walked by the mermaid - she had said her name was Mervena - and the human - he said his name was Ethan - He let a few of his flames loose, burning away the flesh on the hand he was gripping his hat to his head with to reveal his skeletal digits. he wanted to see their reactions.

William stepped up beside the mermaid and took her bags without saying a word. he stood there quietly and waited for her and the boy to say something. his bullets were in their places, so he didn't worry about an attack, but felt he should try to make a few friends. he didn't exactly know how too, though

Mavena looked up from gathering her stuff to find another boy standing there as well, carrying some of her bags. He didn't look like he was trying to be mean and take her things so Mavena assumed he was just trying to help her out. He had probably even seen her particularly embarresing fall... Mavena pushed that thought from her head and smiled at the newcomer. "Hello!" she greeted happily, a cheerful and friendly tone in her particularly melodic voice, "Thank you very much for your help. My name is Mavena, and that's my friend Ethan," she said, gesturing to the brown haired boy she had met on the boat, "What is your name?"

William Shrugged and thought for a moment. "'s no big problem. ah figured ya could use some help's all." his deep southern accent floated gently on the wind. "m'name's William Wyatt. yer goin' ta the Surepath academy, right?" He touched the crystal bullets again and tipped his hat to the both of them. "what type of myth are ya two?" He grinned, watching as the flames played at his lips, revealing his skulls teeth for a few minutes before the skin regenerated its self.



Maria giggled and nodded. "I'm a little worried about going to a school where demons are allowed, but I think Ill be alright. there are soldiers of god with me." she nudges him playfully. She sets Dante's cross on the table and yawns. "I put my bible in my bag, so I haven't had any mana since this morning... is the tea here any good...?"

Ethan was lagging behind the group when he saw Mavena fall. He started shuffling quickly, and awkwardly towards her to try and help her up. His bags were bulky and even tedious to walk with, let alone run with. Then he heard Mavena introduce the two of them to a teen in a cowboy hat who had helped her up, and he had to smile a little when Mavena referred to him as a friend. Back home, it was near impossible for Ethan to make friends due to many factors; his long absences from school, his then "eccentric" mother, and his own "obsession" with the supernatural. And through all that, he had only had one friend in the third grade. Who then left him in middle school to be part of the in-crowd, but Ethan always mentally shrugged when he remembered that. He couldn't blame the girl at all, and Ethan could never remember her name anyway.

He was brought back to reality when the boy introduced himself as William Wyatt. Ethan took a second to note the catchy, if not uncanny, alliteration of the guy's name. He recoiled ever so slightly when William smiled and his lips caught on fire, then grew back. It was more from surprise than fear, and Ethan for the life of him couldn't hazard a guess on what myth class William was.

It's definitely something of American origin, seeing as he has a southern accent, but if he was something undead or immortal he could have moved from anywhere and then learned to fake an accent... Ethan realized he was forgetting his manners again and that he need to answer the strange boy's question, "Oh, I'm just a regular human. But I'm curious, what myth class are you?"

Mavena smiled. "Nice to meet you William!" She watched at the flames burned away the flesh around his mouth and recoiled only slightly. She greatly feared fire; it was called pyrophobia by humans. But she held no fear when his flesh melted off his own face, exposing the bone. How was she to know that was abnormal? When William asked what type of myth she and Ethan were, Mavena chimed, "Mermaid. But specifically I'm a SeaWitch. I know has a negative meaning it human tongue, but it's an honor back where I am from." She smiled as Ethan spoke and even asked the same question she had been wondering, "Oh, I'm just a regular human. But I'm curious, what myth class are you?" Mavena looked at William expectantly and the htree of them started walking towards where all the other students were heading.

Maria automatically decided that she didn't like this new girl. Jealousy, maybe... but jealousy was a sin.
"The gates open at 9:00 GMT, so we have at least an hour until they open." She ordered a thick black tea and poured it in her water bottle before pouring it back into the cup, watching as it became holy enchanted. She ignored any strange looks she was getting. "So, Samson, tell me about your self."



William Thought for a moment. got ourselves a mermaid and a human... "well... do ya remember the Alamo?" He scratched his chin and readjusted his black hat. "Ah'm an undead." He grinned, taking Ethan's bags as well as Mavena's remaining load. "allow me ta carry these." He hefted them onto his shoulder and stood there awkwardly. "so... what do yer Heirlooms do?"

((This kind of complicates the plan for the plot Christy and I discussed via PM. Let's see how it plays out.))

Samson noticed a hint of jealousy in Maria's tone and expressions. Great! Now, what do I do? We've only just met, and already Maria is attracted to me! I'm not ready for something like this! He cleared his throat, blushing in embarrassment. "What's there to tell? I've lived in the Great Smokeys for as long as I can remember! The house is great and all, but too elegant for my taste! I'm more of a practical fella!" Where is Enkeli, already? Shouldn't she be somewhere near here, by now? This is getting awkward by the minute! "I... I'm sorry! I'm not used to so much... attention... I-it makes me feel uncomfortable!" He angrily looked at his sleeve and muttered, "I hate these clothes!" The poor angel sighed in disappointment. "I was hoping for an old friend to come here, but I can't even get her on the phone! E-excuse me! I need some air!"

He payed for his cup before walking outside, taking a deep breath as thoughts entered his mind. The whole scenario made him feel uneasy. Not only does he have to worry about demons, but also a girl who has a crush on him. He never had a girlfriend, before, and was not planning on it, anytime soon. He just did not feel ready for such a commitment.

((ignore Mavena,William, and Ethan))

Ethan clucked his tongue when William told them he was one of the undead. Nailed it. But I was wrong about the fake accent bit... he thought. When Willaim took his bags, Ethan tried to take them back as politely as possible. "You don't need to carry my bags, seriously."

Now in repossession of his luggage, Ethan pulled out his Heirloom from his jean's pocket. He held out the old pocket watch so Mavena and William could get a clear look at it. "This is my heirloom. I call it 'Ticking Tremors', and it can make little quakes. Depending on the time on the watch the area of effect varies." He re-pocketed the watch and asked, "What about yours?"

Mavena had no idea what an Alamo was but she knew what undead was. "It's called the Water Essence. It's a crystal, but on the inside it holds a drop of the first water to have ever existed, and a fraction of the first magic ever assosciated with water. If I ever need to, I can call on a flood of water to come to my aid." She didn't mention how one activated it's power. No one really needed to know she'd have to smear some of her tail's golden blood on it, and frankly she didn't really want anyone to know. Other wise they may use it for their own purposes... Mavena pushed those thoughts from her head. "And thank you very much for helping me with my bags. It's incredable hard to walk with all that weight!" she exclaimed, standing upright. It was apparent she was still inexperianced with her legs. Not having to haul around all that weight, which easily made her unbalanced and tip over, was a huge relief. She was about to ask what William's Heirloom was when Ethan beat her to the question, so she merely smiled at William expectantly.

"Wow!" Mavena exclaimed, excited to see the shiny objects. Had she ever mentioned she liked pretty things? Expecially when they glistened in the light like his Heirloom was. "You're really good with those! That's, um... that's a gun, right?" Mavena had seen some of the sailors with similar weapons. She knew that it hurt when guns were used on someone, but she didn't think William had any intention of shooting Ethan or her, so she was not uneasy. "You must have a lot of experiance with those then. Have you ever shot someone before? Has anyone ever shot you before? Did it hurt? Did you die???" Mavena was also very, very curious. She knew next to nothing of the world above the water and truely she meant no offense with her harmless questions; she was wanted to learn. After all, she'd be going home to report to her family her findings and she needed to have a lot of information.

Mavena was about to say something else when a strange new scent caught her nose. Keep in mind that a mermaid has a slightly below average sense of smell since there really are no smells underwater. Her entire trip to the surface had been filled with new smells and she had wanted to know what every single one of them was. This particular scent was that of vanilla coffee, though of course Mavena didn't know that. What she did know was that from the moment she smelled vanilla she was absolutely asounded and had asked the take a bottle home with her. Naturally, upon the smell reatching her nose, Mavena turned her heads upwards and breathed in deeply through her nose. "What is that?" she asked abruptly, looking around as if it would be walking past them at any moment. "What is that smell? Where is it coming from?"

Alaric stood on the stage and waited for the other children, staring at Sorel. "You've received your classes, right?" It was more of a rhetorical question, but he figured she would answer with some kind of snarkish, sarcastic remark. He drummed his fingers on the podium - enchant, sound; Effect "microphoning" - and stared down at her in the sea of empty seats. "you have to be at least a little excited..."



Maria blushed lightly under the small amount of praise, fidgeting slightly. "we... s-should hurry up." She slid Dante's Cross back into its holster, patting it a gently. She sped up slightly, moving through the crowd. "Come on, maybe you can spread the lords work at the school"



William grinned at the mermaid and human and thought. "ah'd suppose that'd be coffee... 's really good." He looked between them "lets go get some" He turned, still carrying the mermaid's bags, and headed towards the cafe, pulling them along with his strength. "there's a ton of different flavors. ya got yer chocolate, her vanilla, yer moca-almond-fudge..."

Mavena followed behind William with Ethan just a little behind her. She was very grateful about the fact she did not have to carry any bags, otherwise she'd be falling over everywhere. Still it amazed her how incredably well the others, who had lived on or with the land thier whole lives managed to use their legs. She was still figuring out hers. As they walked they came across a quaint looking shop and went inside where there were many other students. They all pretty much ate and drank and talked amoungst themselves, going about their own business litle any other normal day. There seemed to be a line leading up to a counter but, still inexperianced with the ways of the world above the water, Mavena remained behind the two land dwellers, waiting to see what they did.

Mavena sipped hers and cridged. The taste was very startling and even bitter in the beginning, but then the taste of sugar and *yum!* vanilla swooped in to mellow out the flavor. She finished the coffee quickly, but the cup no longer held the scent of vanilla, which disappointed the mergirl greatly. With a small sigh she tossed her empty cup in the trash and looked at William as he suggested they go to the school. She nodded her head in agreement, knowing the school would open soon (though really she had no sense of time). "Good idea," she said, looking between the two boys, "Let's go then. We don't want to be stuck in a line do we?"

"I don't think that I could ever give you an angry glare. you're too... divine for that" She giggled again, twirling her hair like a ditz. she started towards the Amphitheater as directed and grabbed his hand, pulling him "come on, if we get a chair, then we can make sure we don't sit near any demons." She giggled and continued to pull him through the crowd.



William nodded and stood, taking his coffee with him. "Ah suggest we get there quick so we ken get closer ta the stage..." He smiled and started off towards the gates. when he got there, he saw the puppet and over looked it a little with a sigh "ah don't get how these things ken work..." He tilted his head and looked at the sky. "ah, lord above, looks like rain..." He turned and went to the amphitheater, sitting against one of the first rows.

Mavena followed, tugging Ethan along a little with her hand and small comments of "C'mon!" or "We're gonna be late!" as they walked behind William. Mavena was proud to say that she only stumbled once on this entire walk form the coffee shop to the gates an from the gates to a large room. It's ceilding was very tall and there were many rows and columns with many, many more chairs! This was have been the theater. There were places like this back where she lived where merpeople would put on plays and musicals. She followed William and sat down carefully as, much as she hates to admit it, Mavena still had trouble with the standing-to-sitting transition, as well as the sitting-to-standing again...

Mavena listened and then clapped at the end of the speech like most of the kids in the enormus theater room. It had been a nice little speech (but obviously not like the ones her uncle gave) and it was clear he had be preparing it for a long time. She decided that she should meet this "Samson Jephthah" but she wanted to get settled in her room first. Speaking of her room, she was also very thankful she didn't have to traverse up stairs to get to it as it was on the first floor. Yes, stairs were by far on of the hardest things to manuver around Mavena had decided.

But feast sounded fabulous as she was always eager to eat human made food. She honestly had no idea how they got it to taste so good but she suspected it had something to do with the fact they didn't have to cook underwater. Oh well! The dance sounded fantastic except for the fact she had absololutely no idea how to dance. Come on, she could barely walk with her ridiculous legs, much less dance with them. Then again, Mavena was always eager to practice and learn with her human lower half. Perhaps someone would even be willing to help, but she had enough dinity to know that she wouldn't go around begging, even if that ment she would make a complete fool out of herself later.

Picking up a map, Mavena looked at William. "Here, I think I can take my stuff now," she said with a smile, taking one of bags off his shoulders. She didn't want to inconvienience him since they were on different floors, and certainly didn't want to seem like she was just using him as a luggage rack. That was definitally not the way to make or treat one's friends.

Once Enkeli found out her room, and who she was rooming with. She only knew Marcus, Kisa, and Samson, so she didn't know who William was. She decided she'd meet him in the room, so that's where she headed to. She decided to follow a boy and a girl already walking to the dorms. The girl had stunning green eyes, and the boy had dark brown hair. She couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did she try. She really just didn't want to get lost.
Once she did find her way to the dorms, she went to the stairs. She frowned at her suitcase. It was somewhat heavy, and it'd be a pain to lug it up all the steps. So she instead picked it up by one of the handles, and flew an inch or two from the stairs. She passed the two she had been following, and continued to the third floor. Finding her room at the end of the hall, she pushed open the door.

(I have no idea what the rooms are supposed to look like.. And I didn't want to god-mod that.)

((Sorry Zach! I'll edit my last post))

Mavena took her stuff from William and thanked him again. "Hey guys, we should meet up at dinner." she suggested with one of her brilliant smiles, "Maybe we could eat together since we don't really know anyone else." Then she waved (or attempted to wave) good bye and turned away, walking out of the theater. Well, it was an awkward walking because it was more a series of stumbling steps than anything.

After much swaying, twirling and bumbing into various objects/students, Mavena finally made it to the dorm she would be sharing with Samson. She leaned heavily against the door, biting her tongue as she tried to balance and open the door at the same time. Doors and chairs: two of her worst foes. She turned to knob, hoping it would ease open and help her along but there was no such luck. It swung open and Mavena was flung foreward, desperately running as she tried not to tip until she slammed into the opposing wall.

BANG!

All her things fell to the floor as well as Mavena herself. Fortunatly nothing, and no one, seemed to be damanged too much; although Mavena was sending a death glare at the door as she rubbed her rear. "Dumb legs... So hard to manage. I don't know how on earth humans handle them..." she mumbled as she attempted to pull her body up with the help of the wall. Her new roomate standing there, watching her, barely registered in her mind as she attempted to stand up again.