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Lily "Talon" DiNusco

"Gimme just one shot, just one!"

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a character in “Survival Academy: While Dragons Rule”, as played by AngelBell

Description

Name: Lily DiNusco, nicknamed Talon (though only certain friends are allowed to call her this)

Age: 17 1/2, birthday in late November

Sex: Female. She's rather tomboyish, but hasn't forgotten how to use her sex appeal.

Nationality: 2nd generation Italian. She can speak a bit of the language, and she was raised in Southern California.

Description: Has pale pink scar running from ear to collarbone on right side of face (from unknown causes), and has constant drawings on her arms and legs in pen. Sharp green-blue eyes. Weighs 100 lbs, and stands at 5 foot tall.

Personality

Policy: No strong feelings, but closer to Hunter. She'd rather fight anything that bothers her, but she sometimes daydreams of riding a dragon, so Tamer is also appealing to her. (Plus, she has a secret soft spot for any and all animals...except spiders.)

Strongest subjects: Physical (favors archery and hand-to-hand sports) and Music. One of her few childhood memories is playing piano and dancing ballet, and in many places in her mind, memories are replaced by sounds and songs, so music holds a special place in her heart. When she turned 12, she began to get in fights with other kids and getting beat up, so she trained herself and got stronger. She picked up archery at 15, so she isn't a pro, but she likes the quiet and focus it needs. The irony of such a loud and boisterous girl loving a quiet sport is not lost on her.

Personality: Lily is strong willed and tough, very tomboyish, and never bothers with makeup and such. She can come off as rude, and has a nasty vicious streak when provoked. She is a powerful enemy to make, though she isn't insulted very easily. She's a bit cocky, but has great respect for anyone who can outshine her without being rude about it. When she makes a friend, she forms a strong bond, and would run through Hell naked before letting someone down. She understands that she is female, and among close male friends, she lets her guard down and teases and flirts, though she's never had a boy friend. Sarcasm drips off her tongue like a second (third, really) language. For all the terrible things she says and does, though, she is very meek and shy inside, and hides it with big words and tough talk.

Equipment

Stone arrowhead on a chain that she keeps in her pocket. She found it on one of her many "adventures" after the meteor, and was amazed by its ability to stay strong and together amidst all of the turmoil. Her brother somehow was able to put it on a chain, which is a mystery to her as to how. She carries finger grips and wrist guards for archery in her pockets, always prepared should she find a bow outside.

History

Back story: Was 7 when the meteor hit, and lost a good chunk of her memory. Her brother, who was 9 at the time, says she used to be a delicate, girly child, but she changed around once the meteor hit. Has no recollection of her life between 4-7, and sometimes has trouble recalling current information. She remembers pianos and ballet shoes, though not much else about her young life. When she heard about the school, her brother refused to let her go. So she gathered her clothes and began to journey there herself. Her brother eventually caught up and took her the rest of the way, but the taste of freedom was all she wanted. She has no idea what happened to her parents, direct from Italy, and her brother, who was born in Italy and lived there until he was 5, refuses to tell her. When she asks, her murmurs a prayer and changes the subject.

So begins...

Lily "Talon" DiNusco's Story

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Lily groaned, the pounding in her head matched by the pounding at the door. She pulled her head out of her pillow, red hair exploding around her face like a firework, and stumbled towards the source of the noise. The ground was annoying cool on her bare feet, and the chill crept across her skin, up her bare legs and all the way up her stomach beneath her t-shirt. She wrenched it open, glaring harshly at whoever decided to disturb her rest. She didn't recognize him outright, but she knew she had seen him somewhere before. She scowled anyway.

"Unless you bring coffee," she grumbled, "I don't care who you are or what you want." She closed the door again and walked back towards her bed, flopped down and buried her face back in the pillow, sighing in relief. After a moment, the name and face clicked together, and she flew into an upright position, her heart in her throat.

He was a teacher here, the one for Dragology, one of the only classes she looked forward to. She rolled out of bed and onto the floor with an audible thump, and began to search for a pair of pants. She threw the door open again as she tugged her jeans up, hopping up and down on one foot as she worked the denim over her slim hips.

"See, what I MEANT to say was, uh, right away! ...Sir!"

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo

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"GAH! I'm up! I'm up!" Elit shouted, awakened from his sleep by a loud knock from the door that opened to the chalet he was stationed in. A number of other students near him began moaning and stretching, obviously woken up from his outburst. Not wanting to be blamed for the other's discomfort, he quickly threw off his cover and sheets. hoping from his bed. The cold air motivated him to rush to the boy's bathroom, dragging along his change of cloths for the day in his wake.

As he combed his hair, brushed his teeth and did any other minor adjustment to his person that was required, Elit mentally kicked himself for not waking up earlier. He'd be damned it he missed Dragology class! Simon Stawski was the man he looked up to, besides his mother and his ten-year deceased father (may God have mercy on his soul). It was the highlight of his days, giving him debates to dwell on and problems to solve. What was more mysterious in the world than a dragon?

Coming out the bathroom, his clothes hastily thrown over his body, Elit spotted a girl at the doorway, speaking to whoever knocked. Hadn't he seen her open the door and go lay back down on his way to the bathroom? Stopping himself behind her, Elit sucked in a sharp breath when he spotted who was outside. Simon Stawski.

"OH! S-Sir! How n-nice of you t-to come with a wake up call...!" Elit was sure that his cheeks were turning a bright red color, only imagining how terrible he looked with his hasty outfit.

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Lily peered over her shoulder when she heard the boy's voice, and smiled sweetly before dodging around him. Leave him to get the worst of it, she thought, and I'll take mine upon return. It was not like her to be shy, but she had a fatal allergy to teachers; she was terrified of being reprimanded.

"Y'know, Teach," she called out as she slipped into one of the adjoining restrooms and whipped off her t-shirt, thanking whatever deity exists that she decided to wear a bra to bed the past night, "I thought professors were suppossed to be all strict and uppity, not waking up later than students!" She had been awoken early that morning by the sound of doors opening and clicking shut, and, in hopes to chew the perpatrator out, poked her head into the hall. A retreating back had been the only things her drooping eyes had caught, and she had stumbled back to bed, a gentle grumble her only response.

She splashed her face with cold water from the sink and brushed her teeth as the droplets ran down her chin and neck and dampened the edges of her bra, then whipped her unruly red hair back into a ponytail and slipped a tank-top hanging on the door over her head, before popping back towards the door. With a bat of her long eyelashes, she lay her arm on Elit's shoulder, and grinned cheekily.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo

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Simon looked at Lily through narrowed eye the first time she answered the door, and said nothing. Clearly the girl's brain had not yet engaged, and there wasn't too much point making a great effort until it had. He stepped into the common area of the apartment, and noted Richard sitting on one of the couches reading a book. Simon nodded in acknowledgement towards him. He should probably have offered him some semblance of congratulation for being proactive enough to not only be awake, but also studying. As it stood, it suggested that Richard had been up longer than Simon, and had therefore put him to shame, and therefore no action or remark was desireable.

And then Lily was back out of her room again, giving some more like a 'correct' answer this time. He nodded towards her, and again said nothing as she ran off to the bathroom. The initial flurry of activity was encouraging, but for all the noise not many faces emerges. Simon closed his eyes and shook his head. There were so many battles to fight, and the good guys were losing on every front. Dragons vs the human race. Ragtag students vs me. The desire for coffee vs the probability of there being time to get any before class. Etc vs etc.

He opened his eyes as Elit addressed him. "Yeah peachy isn't it." Simon said gruffly, "Not a wake-up call I'm afraid...or at least if it is it's a wake-up call to all of us to pull out socks up and try taking this a bit more seriously. Well...almost all of us..."

He threw a smile over at Richard at that point. Not an entirely pleasant smile, but half 'good on you for setting an example' and half 'damn you incorrigible know-it-all for making us all look bad'.

And then Lily appeared once again, this time with a bit of life in her it seemed and that endearing - no wait, make that tiresome - gleam in her eye.

"You thought that huh?" he said, "Well I thought it was man's right to get up in the morning, walk down the street for coffee, and then get on the subway, go to work and talk to his colleagues about the weekend's Maple Leafs game. But you know what's true? Sometimes, things happen than challenge what we think. So..." at this point he raised his voice so those still in their beds could hear "...is anyone else coming or shall I just arrange for the pork chops to be sent up when they're ready?"



Wolf raised his head of the pillow at the sound of something being called out from the living area. Ugh...damn...have I missed breakfast? What the hell time is it? He looked across at his alarm clock, but realised that his view was obscured due to there being a CD case stuck to the side of his face. Raising a hand he flicked it off and looked at the time...and started to laugh. Missed Maths class? RESULT!

As quickly as he could manage - which wasn't very - he rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of cargo pants and a sweatshirt over the top of his bed t-shirt. Who was there worth getting scrubbed up for after all? Were there any nice looking girls in the academy? Hell...maybe...but they were the only girls he'd ever seen. For all he knew they could be butt-ugly by world-standards, and only seemed attractive because his sampling so was narrow. It was different when it came to guys of course, he thought as he looked in the mirror and tried to do something with his hair. Guys are just meant to look rugged, so in Wolf's mind he was pretty sure he was pretty drop dead stunning. The fact that he thought this whilst picking a bit of cilantro out of his teeth didn't strike him as in any way ironic...

Once he'd gathered enough balance, he hobbled out into the living area and raised a hand.

"Pah-yo-yo y'all." he said, "What's cookin'? Take me to class or lose me forever baby."

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo

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Richard closed up his book and set it down on the closest flat surface he could find, seeing that class was finally about to begin. He stood as the common room filled with lazy sleepy heads pretending to be students. He felt his patience already beginning to be tested with these people, and the day had yet to begin. He saw both Elit and Lily both awkwardly try to pretend to be model students, and he internally groaned as they both addressed the man entering as 'sir', as if this man deserved the same title as a courageous knight, or even as a world famous British song writer.

Richard acknowledged Simon's half hearted words calling for the students to take things 'a bit more seriously', along with his artificial smile in his direction, and he knew it was artificial, for no one was ever sincerely filled with pleasant thoughts when looking at him. He was not amused with his speech, and made no effort to return the smile, and in fact, effortlessly maintained his frown back at him.

"Nice words." Richard told the instructor. "But it would be nice if the actions matched. I'm just saying."

Richard knew he had a problem, namely, in showing respect towards people who don't deserve it. On an intellectual level, he knew that it was very important towards his survival to be liked, so that he wouldn't end up being the first one eaten when things got desperate, or to be the one left behind when they'll all being chased by dragons. But on another intellectual level, he knew that if his life was ever dependent on any person currently standing in this room, he would be doomed from the start, so why make any effort to be liked?

He moaned internally once again as another student arrived, another person that he would not trust his life to. He seriously doubted the survival skills of anybody who would make up their own words to use as a greeting when there were already several other greeting words he could've chosen. What does Pah-yo-yo even mean? It was like a secret code with no solution, exactly the kind of thing that would bother Richard all day.

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She seemed taken aback by Stawski's comment, but nodded gently, feeling a bit of respect for the man. He had a way, semi-charming, semi-sarcastic, that made him seem a likable person. Maybe this won't suck TOO hard, she thought distantly, then eyed the boy approaching them.

Lily felt challenged by him, and she stiffened, narrowing her eyes. She was usually easy-going, but disrespectful people were something she could not stand. She strode over to him, still standing in her bare feet, and glared up, close enough to feel the heat from his body, far enough that she could dodge backwards if needed, and cause some damage.

"Listen, bud," she coughed, curling her lip in a snarl, "just because you're some freaky super-human who doesn't need sleep, doesn't mean you can trash-talk your superiors." She poked a finger into his chest, not hard, but a bit sharp. It may have been early, but she was never too tired to start a fight.

She didn't like acting like this, but it was merely instinct. Inside, a meek voice begged her to close her mouth and back away, allow the adult to handle him, but fire was building in her lungs, and she was ready to tussle. Just this past night, she had dreamed of a young child with untameable red curls, a shy creature with a tendency to hide behind her mother's skirts when problems began to arise. But whether that child was her or not, Lily could not back down. She wanted to make a good impression, and prove herself capable of whatever anyone, including this cazzo, could throw at her.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco

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Richard dared not to even flinch as Lilly approached him, and violated his personal space. He remained firm, keeping a straight face. He measured her up at that moment, trying to get a read from her. She didn't appear to be all that intimidating, but he got a feeling that she has had a lot more combat experience than he'd ever had, which would be none. Richard was more skilled in mind games and battle of wits, but he also knew that all the wits in the world couldn't protect you from a punch in the face. And he felt like this person would have no qualms against doing such a thing.

He wanted to avoid any physical confrontation while at this school, but he also didn't consider himself weak, and would in no way back down from this show of undeserved aggression. Instead of retaliating with a show of his own physical prowess, which would be rather humiliating for him, he'd decided to fight her the only way he knew how, with a battle of words.

"So, suddenly, it's a super human ability to get up before noon?" Richard inquired. "I'll take it. I'd prefer super human to lazy any day. And just so you know, I would never trash talk my superiors, as you put it. Unfortunately, I don't appear to have any superiors in this room, whatsoever." He looked around the room, specifically at Lilly at Simon, just hoping that one of them would have the intellect to recognize his insult. For the first time since Simon knocked on the door, he smirked. He realized a second too late that he probably shouldn't have, but it was too late to back out of it now. He continued smirking.

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Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco

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With an angry grin, Lily chuckled, a harsh and raspy sound. He was smart, and she had to respect him for that, but she wouldn't be confused for a brainless idiot. She took a half step back, her head still high, and placed a hand on her hip.

"Perhaps superhuman was not the best choice of words. Rather, I find it odd that you should be so completely against the fact that we," here she gestured to the scattered people inhabitting the room, "would enjoy sleep. Brains and bodies function better with sleep, and if we are ever to compete with your intellect, we must need a lot of it." While being obviously sarcastic, her tone was still venemous, and she narrowed her eyes into slits.

"I would never be one to say that I am anyone's superior, but where I'm from, the man who teaches the class? Yeah, he's obviously superior to you. That's why he's TEACHING the damn CLASS. I think a horse with three broken legs would be your superior, friend. And unless you want that pretty smirk ruined, I'd suggest you wipe it off your mug."

Insulted as she was, threatening a fight was pushing limits, even for her. Did she want Simon to think her a bloodthirsty buffoon? Or the other kids, for that matter? As the battle around her raged, a battle inside took place, pitting her natural, compationate human nature against her bruised ego.

This kid was obviously bigger than her, as were most boys, and he looked sturdy enough, but that didn't bother her. She'd spent enough time learning to use her enemy's force against them. The thought made her visibly wince. Her enemy? Is that what he was? She certainly hoped not. In her home town, arguments among the males had been solved simply; duke it out, then laugh about it. The system made sense to her. Get out all your anger by physically hitting someone, and once the blind fury is gone, solve the real problem. Lily had been in quite a few of those fights, and quickly had to learn to survive and thrive. Throwing someone off balance or swinging onto their back was fun, as was lobbing rocks from a tree, but those tactics wouldn't work here. She blinked a few times, then banished rational thought from her head and stared up, waiting.

"Well, what's it gonna be? You gonna apologize to the man and get the stick out your arse?"

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo

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Immediatly, when Lily went back to confront Richard, Elit recent straight-backed manner disappeared, sagging as he released tensed sigh. Running his hands over his clothes to smooth them slightly, he decided to lean against the door from to the right of Simon so he could watch the exchange. If it came to blows, though Elit seriously doubted that Richard would resort to such measures, he still wanted to be in a somewhat ready position so he could get between the two.

"Listen, bud," Lily said, her lip curling into a snarl, "just because you're some freaky super-human who doesn't need sleep, doesn't mean you can trash-talk your superiors." To get her point across, Lily jammed her finger into his chest, not quite hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to attempt to receive some sort of reaction from Richard.

"So, suddenly, it's a super human ability to get up before noon?" The American questioned, causing Elit to smile openly. This guy never ceases to amaze me with his wit. Elit thought. "I'll take it. I'd prefer super human to lazy any day. And just so you know, I would never trash talk my superiors, as you put it. Unforrtunately, I don't appear to have any superiors in this room, whatsoever."

This last comment caused Elit to grind his teeth slightly, his hands folding across his chest to hide his clenched fists. Elit wasn't one to allow such feelings to enter his thoughts, but saying that infront of Simon Stawski? Did he not have the decency to keep such comments to himself, or was he intentionaly trying to get under both Lily's and Simon's skin? The dude sometimes really puzzled him.

"Well, there may be no "superiors" here," Elit brought his hands up to quote "superiors", "But some respect is in order for the man who actually gets us thinking about the real problems in the world." Using his foot against the wall, Elit propeled himself from his perch and turned to walk out the door, giving a half wave to the three. "I, on the other hand, have plenty of respect for you, Mr. Simon. If you don't mind, I'll be making my way to you're classroom now so I can have some time to look over some content before the class actually starts. Later!" And with that, he made his way through the lobby and around the corner, disappearing from the three's view.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Wolfgang Schaffer Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: Elit Skyo

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Simons' straight face didn't budge at Richard's surprising comments. The boy's contempt would have been more troubling if he actually had other options of where to be. But in truth, the cynicism wasn't entirely unjustified...especially considering they were about to walk into a class where the teacher - namely, himself - knew hardly more about the subject matter than any of the students. All he had was the teaching material compiled by the real professor of dragology (Simon still had trouble accepting that as a real 'subject'...or even a word for that matter...), this mysterious 'Areev' guy who very rarely showed his face.

The confrontation between Richard and Lily left Simon feeling bemused. He couldn't entirely understand what would lead his students to stick up for him, or why he didn't feel more patronised that he should even need them to come to his defence. But it was endearing in a way. Or was it more a statement about the fact that they had such a small pool of adults in their lives that they attached themselves to the ones they had in spite of the glaring inadequacies? A bit like Stockholm Syndrome...

"How about we hold those thoughts guys," he said nonchalantly, "and get to class where attitude and backbiting might at least earn you a decent grade."

He acknowledge Elit as he passed, marking that out as the cue for them all to get going. Didn't look good if a student you'd come to get out of bed still managed to get to class before you. He also acknowledge Wolf with a nod. It wasn't an amazing turnout, but perhaps other students were elsewhere. Not that there was a huge complex of amenities which they might be off enjoying...which was ironic considering the entire campus was supposed to have been the site of the Olympic Games.

"Come on guys," Simon said, stretching his shoulder back and clicking his back slightly, "let's go change the world one paper at a time.



Wolf grinned dopily while the brief argument took place. Richard was someone he had no particular beef with, apart from the fact that he didn't know what the guy was talking about half the time. Richard was cerebral whereas Wolf was more hands on...but at the same time Richard had ideas...and ideas needed to be implemented...and Wolf was an implementing kind of guy.

Lily's performance, on the other hand, he thoroughly enjoyed. There was definitely something attractive about the redhead giving the smug guy what-for. But even if he hadn't been too tired and hungry to think of something to contribute to the discussion, he felt at this stage it would probably have been in his interests not too anyway.

"Alright let's go!" he said enthusiastically.



The classroom was in a seperate building to the residences, across a bleak, gray courtyard of concrete and asphalt, with several stone benches and unfinished stalls. Doors led off to other areas of the academy, including teaching blocks, the cafeteria, the faculty block and the administrative offices. Simon Stawski's classroom was on the second floor of the teaching block, and the walk there took them across the courtyard underneath the equally gray, amorphose sky. The ash layer in the atmosphere left by the asteroid strike had still not entirely cleared, and the sun's light was dispersed so widely that it was almost impossible to tell it's position. It was the same most of the world over, though in other parts of the world that same haze was often the murk within which resided danger and terror. In the skies over the academy, it was simply a reminder of the plight of the world, for no Dragon had been seen so far north in the Americas in years. As the ash layer thinned over time, it was expected the climage would warm and the dragons' territory would increased. The Academy would not be a haven forever...

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It took some self-control (a lot, actually) for Lily to step back from Richard and exhale her anger. She glanced down to the ground, then up at him again, and smiled sheepishly. It wasn't like her to be so fierce, but she had a stubborn streak. Obviously. She snatched tall leather boots from her room and slipped them over her thoroughly frozen feet before jogging out after Simon. She decided she respected him a lot more than she had before. He hadn't stopped her from possibly attacking the other boy, and that meant he had to be a very smart man. Or incredibly weak.

Even with the hazy air, Lily thought it was a beautiful day, and twirled for dramatic effect a few times, the near blood-bath already forgotten. She decided to walk backwards a few steps, and called back, "Come on, let's go see you put those smart words to paper in class!" Laughing, a real, open laugh, clear as bells, she clambered atop a short stone wall and balanced upon it. She knew it confused people, her venom, but if she didn't confuse them, she wasn't a very good woman, was she? Still grinning, she hopped down near Wolf and stuck her hand out as they walked.

"I don't think we've been entirely introduced, friend. Name's Lily, I'm seventeen, like long walks on the rubble, and my star sign is too clouded to tell." She wanted to prove to someone, anyone, that her embarrasing show of bravado wasn't everything about her. She was smart, and social, and could bake the hell out of double fudge brownies when she wanted to. A fleeting thought passed her mind, of bringing Richard some brownies to apologize for her dramatic behavior. And if he would forgive her, maybe they could help each other. She'd teach him how block and parry blows (she was sure this wouldn't be their first argument), and he could help her with writing papers. She was terrible at writing papers. Words might have been fluid in her head, but once she tried to put them on paper, something odd happened, and she felt like an elephant with a paint brush; people liked the way it looked and clapped for her, but she hadn't a clue what exactly it was she was doing.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco

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When Lily had suggested that Richard should apologize to Simon, for what, he couldn't possibly imagine, he had to hold in a laugh. The idea of apologizing for stating his rather accurate opinions of the man claiming to be their teacher was absolutely ridiculous. And he thought the girl's behavior to be absolutely ridiculous, and amusing at the same time. Her undeserved loyalty towards this man, who was supposedly their superior, yet felt no need to get up any earlier than any of them, was just laughable. And he wanted to say all this, though he knew if he were to open his mouth to do so, he couldn't without laughing hysterically. And if a smirk got her this angry, he knew that laughing at her ignorance would invite nothing but trouble. Fortunately, Simon intervened before he could say anything.

As the argument diffused, and the group shifted their focus on heading towards class, Richard followed. In a way, he was glad. He was glad that the disagreement had not escalated any further than it had. He didn't like disturbances of any kind, especially when it disrupted class time, and the fact that he was in the center of one was a major embarrassment. He was also glad to see that Simon had not taken any special offense to his comments, or at least didn't feel the need to say anything about it. He was glad that at least somebody among that group was rational, especially since Richard was convinced he had not said anything wrong. It were the other students that were being irrational, the ones that felt that the man needed to be placed on a higher pedestal, rather than treat him as the equal that he was.

Richard had nothing against Simon, and in fact respected him in his own way. Richard didn't think the man deserved any more admiration than any of them, simply because he was supposed to be their teacher. Anybody could just be given the role of teacher. It really didn't take that much, especially in this time and age. It didn't help that Richard felt like he knew more about dragons than the man who was supposed to be teaching them about dragons. It couldn't be helped when you're the son of a man who devoted himself to the study of dragons since they first appeared, and lived the majority of your life among a group of researchers who tried to study dragons. But though Richard felt superior to Simon in terms of knowledge, and to some extent, work ethic, he did respect the man for the qualities he demonstrated just now.

If it weren't for Simon, his and Lily's argument would've escalated, perhaps towards violence. Simon was level headed and don't not go off at the slightest provocation. This was an admirable trait, and Richard couldn't help but feel like a jerk, considering he was the most guilty of not acting rational in that disagreement. Simon had proven himself to be Richard's superior in at least one aspect in that single moment. He felt like he needed to say something.

"Sorry guys." He murmured as he walked, hoping that whoever needed to hear it heard it. He said it as an apology to the group, for causing a ruckus and disrupting class, but he meant it as an apology towards Simon, who really didn't deserve his grief.

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Character Portrait: Simon Stawski Character Portrait: Richard Maxwell Character Portrait: Lily "Talon" DiNusco Character Portrait: TErrence "Bjorn" Tronjheim Character Portrait: Charlotte Kniepmann

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Charlotte watched as a towering boy arrived and sat on the same couch she was, he opened a notebook and started reading it as Charlotte though 'Did he have to sit THAT close?', she was a little uncomfortable around strangers. To avoid getting nervous for no reason, she shifted her attention to the other side of the room, where three people apparently had an argument, it was way too far for Charlotte to see it clearly without her glasses, and she didn't feel like putting them on just to watch a potential fight. She watched it all stop while pretending to read her book, trying not to look at the boy sitting not far from her. After that, one of those people started walking towards the door not very far.

"Alright let's go!" Called out the first one, now in focus, he was obviously older than the rest of the people Charlotte had seen around, so she assumed he was a teacher and was calling them into class. Once the rest of the people following the man walked past, she decided to get up and follow them, going to class sounded like a good idea, well, better than sit uncomfortably close to a guy she didn't know.

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In a semi-wakeful stupor Wolf followed behind Simon, Elit and Lily, down onto the ground floor and out onto the barren courtyard. The light, despite being natural, was so flat and dim and it was easy to forget they'd even stepped outside. Or at least it would be were it not for the cold bite of the air. He hopped from foot to foot as he walked, grumbling to himself slightly about wishing he'd worn a second pair of socks. His spacial awareness was not yet working at full capacity, so when Lily jumped down next to him he flinched a bit and then smiled at her. A chipper voice was always a welcome thing.

"Hey," he said, chuckling at her banter, "yeah I think I knew who you were...your name anyway. I don't think we have so many classes together. But sure, I'm Wolf, I like addressing my hunger, finding ways to connect things and discover what kind of music people hate without having to ask."

He took her hand and gave it a lighthearted shake. He had to acknowledge it was odd that he'd not really spoken to her before, but perhaps it had been so long since they'd all been thrown into a student apartment together that the temptation to remain aloof was quashed by the sheer need to human contact. Some of the students were obviously...'intense' enough to overcome that. But Wolf, for one, was glad that somebody was coming out of their shell.



Simon heard Richard's softly spoken apology, and hid a subtle smile by not looking back to acknowledge it. No apology was strictly necessary, not to Simon at least. And as long as the bad blood between Richard and Lily seemed to be diluting itself, there was no action required After all, these were the kids who were going to rebuild society...or so the remnant of the government seemed to hope. And in society people had to figure out how to get along even when they didn't...'get along'.

He breezed across the courtyard, not wishing to spend any more time out in the cold than he had to, and hit the button on the elevator which was quite close to the classroom block entrance. He looked back to see who was following, and noticed that at least one more girl had joined the group...she was a new arrival but his memory seemed to be throwing the name 'Charlotte' around in his mind. He'd spare her the ordeal of standing up and introducing herself in class. Nobody really appreciated that.

The elevator chimed and he turned around to enter, but stopped and jumped back a little. He hadn't expected to see someone already in the elevator. It was a dark, rather eccentric looking figure, diminuitive in height but with fairly wild, unkempt light brown hair. He wore a dark blue suit which looked like it had seen...well...more than it's fair share of wear and tear. The face Simon barely recognised but the overall impression was that it could only be one person; Areev.

"Professor Stawski I presume?" Areev said.

"Even he." Simon replied brusquely, composing himself. "Were you looking for me or...?"

"Yes yes," Areev said impatiently, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be giving todays lecture personally."

Simon's eyes widened, and he hesitated before answering. "I...well...sure thing. Fine with me. In that case accompany us to the classroom."

"Very kind." Areev sneered, "Do lead the way."

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As they crossed the courtyard, Elit pulled his coat tighter around himself, unable to keep chills from running up and down his spine. That was the drawback for him here at the Academy- it was always cold. Bone chillingly cold. Snow flakes bite into his unprotected face, his cheeks and the end of his nose turning a bright red color. Though Elit still looked cheery and uneffected by the swirling mass of whiteness, inside he was grumbling and cursing every step of the way across the courtyard.

Approaching the elevator, Elit bounced on the balls of his heels to keep from freezing in place, willing the elevator to move faster. You'd think they'd make machinery at a location where the Olympics might have been held go somewhat faster. As it opened, Elit paused when the doors slide to reveal a man in a suit that had seen better days.

"Professor Stawski I presume?"

"Even he." Simon replyed, gathering himself. "Were you looking for me or...?"

"Yes yes," the man answered impatiently, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be giving todays lecture personally."

Well, this is an odd turn of events! Elit was surprised that this man, whoever he was, would simply come across Simon and put it to him that he'd be taking over his class. Unsure why, whoever this was seemed familiar to Elit, related to Simon's teachings somehow. Now why could that be?

After the two men exchanged a few more words, Elit leaned towards Simon and whispered his question, "Um...sir? Who is this man? He seems familiar, but I'm afraid I've forgotten..."

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Hearing the murmured apology, Lily cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Richard. Her eyes weren't harsh any longer, nor were her features; she looked like a normal young girl again. With a distant grin, she pulled her hand from Wolf's and waited, tapping her boot against the cold sidewalk. Growing impatient, she scampered over, not unlike a squirrel, and fell into step beside him.

Glancing up at his face, she was almost shocked as she realized: He really didn't think anything he'd done was rude! Speaking your mind was a virtue, of course, but it could easily go out of bounds. Lily's face buckled as she noticed that she had done much the same thing, by trying to force her ways of respect upon him. She cringed and wet her lips, then wrapped her arms around herself.

"Hey, I'm...sorry. About...everything." Her voice was quiet, almost unfitting of the usually spunky girl. She hoped those few words could convey everything; arguing with him, threatening violence, forcing her beliefs upon him...it was all so cliche, and rude. "I'm really not USUALLY that bad. I just...even if he doesn't know much more than us, I want so badly to believe in someone who can...take care of us."

She thought of her brother, and shuddered. She was still not used to sleeping without the sounds of his breathing, not used to waking without his cheerful jokes, not used to the lack of his slight Italian accent. She missed him terribly. He was a smart man, and he looked out for his baby sister.

"Piccina, we need noone but ourselves. I shall take care of you, eternamente." He had smiled, and Lily had chewed the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit.
"And I want to take care of you, Connor. And in order to do that...," she showed him a paper she had seen in the town, displaying the School, "I need to go here." Connor stiffened, and immediately shakes his head.
"No. No, Lily, you cannot expect me too--"
"But it's my chance! You said you wanted what's best for me, and here it is!" She stood and shook the paper, desperate.
"No, Lily. That is all I will say about it."
Angry, she had gone to bed, sulking. Once she heard him fall asleep in the next room, she slipped her boots on, grabbed her jacket, and bolted.

With a shudder, Lily comes back to the present, and toyed with the arrowhead in her pocket. Silence reverberated around her, and she waited, hoping for Richard's response. Ahead, there seemed to be a man waiting for all of them, and she hoped to wrap up the apologies before reaching him.

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She stared at him, wide-eyed, and blinked a few times. She noticed with annoyance that her eyes were stinging, as though she were going to cry.

"Sometimes, it isn't their fault. Leaving is a part of life, and we can't change that. We can only take care of ourselves so much, before we have to ask for help."

Her voice was hard, but her expression soft, and she threw her arms around his midsection, capturig him in a tight hug. Her brother had once said that hugs healed everything, and she was sceptical...but desperate enough to believe. She kept on like that for a few moments, crushing her body against him, then pulled away and skittered forward to the others. Her boots slid on a slick patch of ice, and she laughed loudly while wheeling her arms to stay upright.

So what if people leave?, she thought, All that matters is that they're here now.

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Richard listened to Lily's words. Some of it hit him hard. Perhaps there was some nugget of truth in those naive sentiments. But before he could analyze it any further, he was shocked to see the girl coming right at him.

At first he was afraid he may have accidentally done something to anger her again, which tended to happen very often with people. He backed away a little, but she was too fast for him and managed to grab a hold of him. It didn't take him long to realize that this wasn't an attack, but a hug. He was confused. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond to this. He wasn't even entirely sure how he felt about it. On the one hand, he recognized it as a gesture of good will, and appreciated the gesture, but he still didn't like the invasion of his personal space, which this was a major violation, plus he was pretty sure people were staring, though he couldn't see to be certain.

Then she pulled back, and moved away before he could even process what had just happened. As she nearly slipped on some ice, Richard remained planted in one spot, still trying to piece together what that was all about. The hug came out of no where, and served no practical purpose. He realized he may have been partially to blame for it, letting his emotional side get a little out of hand like that. It made him vulnerable to hugs and other friendly gestures. He had to watch out for that in the future. He wondered if the girl may be lacking a functional brain, and instead has a second heart sitting in her skull, for she appeared to be running off of pure emotion. One moment she's angry and getting into fights, the next moment she's sentimental and giving hugs, and all to the same person, too. It appeared to be a rather stark contrast to his own overly analytical self. Not that he can deny having human emotions, but he can sure try. There was no point in being sentimental and mushy when you have the fate of the world to think about. Richard continued walking after the group approaching the elevator.

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She didn't like him. It wasn't hard to gather this once she laid eyes on him. He stayed still, expecting them to form around him, and even Simon seemed to be frustrated. She stumbled while slipping into the metal box, and wound up bashing her shoulder into his.

"Sorry," she grumbled, her eyes stony. This guy was obviously a complete arse. She would rather have a million arguments with Richard than stay more in this man's presence. But it seemed he would be teaching their class, at least today. But what if I don't want to learn from him? she thought tensly, What if I refuse? Once everyone was closed inside, she glanced around, noticing another girl. A grin almost crossed her lips, but stayed buried inside. Another female! Finally! As long as she didn't want to bond over girly drinks and hair products, they'd get along fine. Now seemed as good a time as ever to ask what she needed to know.

"So...is it true that one of the goals is to get us to breed with each other?" The thought of being used like a brood mare did NOT sit well with her, nor had it with her brother. She waited, the elevator's atmosphere growing tenser by the moment.

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Terrence made his way outside, bunching his shoulders against the cold as he made his way to the elevator. First he noticed A girl with red hair talking to a guy he had seen around the academy a few times, and knew from just seeing how he interacted that he was a intellectual type, and not all that nice of a guy, and currently, the girl in front of him looked like she was about to cry.
Terrence sighed and kept an eye on them, but sighed again, this time relieved when the girl attacked the young man with a hug before walking towards the elevator, slipping on a patch of ice and leaving the guy confused before he too made his way to the elevator. Just before Terrence reached the doors, they began to close, so he one of his arms through the door to stop the automatic shutters. Once they reopened, he stepped through and realized how crowded it was, but turned his head to the others behind him.
"Hey", he said, offering them all a friendly smile. He had seen most of there faces before and also noticed the girl he had sat beside on the couch in the main room.
Excuse me." He heard the guy from earlier say to a man in a rather unkempt suit. "I heard you're taking over the class today. Why is that, and why do you feel yourself so qualified to teach us about dragons?"

Terrence sighed and looked back to the front, hoping to block out any ensuing arguement.

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Simon wished that Lily hadn't chosen a moment when they were all packed in tight with each other to bring up an issue which already caused him a deal of discomfort. 'Breeding' was a term that had been used by many people who looked faceciously on the rumoured hopes behind the academy. Bringing young people together to 'discover' each other and get the human race thinking about procreation again...there was no doubt it was something that needed to be addressed. But any means of acting on it, especially with regards to people so young, just left him feeling uneasy. He could scarcely deny that it was a factor, but at the same time the issue had become so enveloped in urban legend and scorn that it was difficult to even broach the subject without incurring ridicule.

He looked across at her with narrowed eyes and shook his head - not in denial, but rather in dismissal. "God help us all." was all he said.



Areev didn't avert his gaze from directly ahead of him, but formed a crooked smirk at Richard's demand.

"You heard correctly." he said flatly, "I respect your candour. And out of that respect, and to avoid unecessary efforts on my part, shall I suggest that since you are bound to sit in a class for the afternoon period anyway, you take the time to listen to what I have to say and then judge for yourself whether I am so qualified?"

The elevator pinged once again and the doors slid open.

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Charlotte was quietly standing on her corner on the elevator when the other girl in there started talking, Charlotte paid attention to her words:
"So...is it true that one of the goals is to get us to breed with each other?"
Charlotte tried her hardest to avoid burying her face in her palms, that would ruin her makeup and possibly mess up her hair. She just wished she didn't hear it, could a girl say something more embarrassing than that? Especially in a cramped elevator packed with men! Charlotte started feeling dizzy, unable to determine if it was because of the tin can ride or the other girl's words, she just pretended she wasn't there at all, then the First teacher refused to answer, that made her a hundred percent sure that it was true. 'This wasn't in the contract!' Her mind told her, Charlotte didn't really like kids, and of one thing she was sure: she wouldn't be having any, even at young age, that was a sure thing for her, kids are noisy and having them ruins your body. She completely missed what the others were talking about and hastily stepped off the elevator once the doors slid open, gasping for air. 'Breed', that choice of words didn't really help the situation either, but the academy was probably the only place she could be now, if only her family had known about the better situation in the north in the early days. Anyway, she had pepper spray, just in case.

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"How is noone bothered by this?" Lily demanded, and pushed herself out of the elevator, shoving her elbow into the creeoy man as she went. She positioned herself at the front of the crowd, staring Simon straight in the eye. Courtesy and respect be damned, she wanted an answer.

Maybe she wouldn't have minded as a child. Maybe she would've been excited to fall in love, have a baby, raise a family, but now...she could never condone bringing a child into this world, where the light was hazy, water had to be triple-purified before it was drinkable, and dragons roamed all over.

"I want an answer, sir," she hissed, her tiny, scarred hands curling into fists, "Or should I ask Professor Pompous here?" she jerked her head at Areev and sneered. She was obviously sore at the fact that Simon would just allow this man to waltz in and take over his class, no questions asked. No doubt he would spew some scientific garbage about dragons being the root of all evil, and how they needed to be exterminated. They were dangerous, of course, but it wasn't as though they killed for the sake of killing. They killed to stay alive, much like humans.

And how did the all-knowing scientists expect to make the dragons disappear, exactly? Lily would bet her right arm that they wanted to train and use youths like her and Richard. The thought was almost humorous. She could just see it now; Richard, in desert army fatigues, clutching a gun and being snarky about some order he'd just been given. He'd stand completely still in the middle of the battlefield, open his mouth to philosophize something, then get promptly burnt to a crisp.

Thinking of Richard was enough to tick Lily off all over again. He seemed to be enjoying some stupid conversation with the intruder; the two were exchanging equally witty (and obnoxious) one-liners, their egos wrestling for dominance. A girl near the back, some blonde, looked horrified. Her pretty, made-up eyes were wide and her little nose was wrinkling, her tresses giving off an unnatural sheen. Lily had to suppress a scoff at the sight; was there nothing better to do with her time than to smear horrid products on her face? Simon, one of the few she actually looked up to, had dismissed her, bruising her pride and honor. Noone else seemed to notice, or at least pretended not to care. Had they all lost their minds?

Instinctively, one hand dove into her pocket, seeking her lucky charm, a stone arrowhead. Twirling it through and around her fingers, she prayed its unyielding strength would harden her resolve. She focused her gaze on Simon again, and furrowed her brow.

"Is it true. Sir." It wasn't a question anymore. She wanted an answer. And damned if she wouldn't get one.