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Liliane Auringer

Her piercing gaze holds only emptiness

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a character in “The Survival Kit Academy || Remaster”, originally authored by VincentRayne, as played by RolePlayGateway

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The image of the perfect ending for a dying world leaves me breathless.





BABYMETAL - メギツネ - MEGITSUNE
[Sally] min ~Nemuri~
[Sally] Wan~椀~

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Nickname:
Kitsune, Lili

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Demon | Mage:
Dark Mage

Sexuality:
Straight

Nationality:
German/Japanese

Group | Teammates:
Group Two | Acacia Lance & Shiore Furawa

FaceClaim:
Ran | Texhnolyze





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"Nametara ikan ze yo." (Maidens are not to be underestimated)





Height | Weight:
5'4" | 111 lbs.

Hair Color:
Auburn

Eye Color:
Golden Brown

Physical Description:
Liliane will often be seen wearing clothes of a crimson red color. That, along with other distinguishing traits is the Kitsune mask she carries with her wherever she goes. Her pupils never seem to change size, remaining small, and giving her simplest gaze a piercing quality. Liliane's hair length goes down to her elbows and is seen in ponytails most of the time. During the winter her most common attire is a red coat with brown boots. She doesn't stand out in terms of height or physicality but only because she rarely wears revealing clothing aside from skirts. She is actually, trained in hand-to-hand so, even though petite, her body is just short of being fit due magic being primarily used in combat.





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During a situation where you are confronted with Death, you must not fear him. For if you do you have already lost.





Personality:
Reserved | Kind | Helpful | Introverted | Suspicious

Likes:
Japanese Culture/Folklore | The Color Red | Music | Gardens | Ghost Stories | Kitsune Mask

Dislikes:
Extroverts | Disorder | Friends in Danger | Showing Emotion | Troublemakers | Tasteless Music

Habits:
Gardening | Having Kitsune Mask | Having Music | Observing Others (sometimes to the point it looks like stalking)

Flaws:
The Observing Thing. (can easily look wrong) | Doesn't take failing lightly. Especially when something important is at stake. | One of her abilities gives her the ability to gain others abilities but at the cost of their life(normally). She has to fight the urge to gain more abilities and become a killer. | She has a speech Autism known as monotonic speech. details are here.

Abilities | Powers:
Telekinesis: Liliane's most powerful and refined skill. It's to the point where she can lift large, heavy, objects without much effort and with only a swipe of a couple of her fingers as opposed to one or two hands from other TK users. She has adapted this ability to synchronize with her fighting.
Deconstructiom/Absorbtion: The physical structure of whatever she targets/firmly grabs is broken down, essentially reducing it to formless debris. Applying it to a living thing could destroy their internal systems instantly. But this technique can only be applied if she makes contact with a target using her left hand. If the target is the head of a person with abilities then she can still their power but at the cost of the victim's brain to deconstruct.
Molecular Combustion: the ability to cause objects to spontaneously explode. Liliane's powers work by speeding up molecules as well. this new ability is triggered by anger and frustration, but is also controllable by conscious act of will and hand gestures. She also proves able to cause magical energy discharges and even living entities to explode. However, the limitations on her explosive power aren't clear, but appear to be determined by an object's size and durability.




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If there is anything you want, anything at all, come to me. I'll be your Guardian Angel.





Romantic Interest:
TBA

Character Opinions:
Hive
An acquaintance from her past at the training facility. During a routine visit by his master to the facility in which Liliane was held, Hive, sneaked into her room to have a conversation with her with the purpose of opening the girls eyes to the potential she could have as well as freedom. If not for Hive Liliane would have probably fully lost her mind to the intense training she was put through.

History:
Liliane doesn't have any knowledge of her parents and the only object they left behind for her to remember them by was a Kitsune mask which she still holds dear to her. She raised at a boarding school until she was scouted by people saying they acknowledged that she was "special". They took her in and performed various exercises. It was shortly evident that she possessed the power or Telekinesis but it wasn't enough. They wanted to push her and develop her abilities further. Soon it became apparent the place Liliane resided at now was a lab and she was to be made into a living weapon. Not only did she posses the ability to control demons like other mages but she possessed much more potential. Her mind could handle many abilities. She was injected with artificial, experimental, abilities and Liliane adapted quickly with them. It wasn't much sooner that the lab was subject to investigation and upon finding out what was happening, the building was immediately shut down. The people that shut down the facility promised Liliane a true place where she could learn more about her power as well as meet others like her. At this point Liliane was used to doing what she was told without question so she was escorted to the Survival Kit Academy to understand what her true purpose was.

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So begins...

Liliane Auringer's Story

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Ogura Character Portrait: Hanako Minami Character Portrait: Etelka Lantos Character Portrait: Acacia Lance Character Portrait: Bugby Marshall Character Portrait: Midora Kurayami
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It is almost twilight now, when the horizon is covered with a deep orange color. Yet, a long day for everyone has almost passed and to Midora, the end of today marks the beginning of a new challenge tomorrow, not only for him, but for all the new transfer students and the new teachers that had been assigned to work here in the Academy. Being a Headmaster was something that he'd never thought that he'd do in his life, but asides from him, no one is willing to take the responsibility now, which is why he has to stepped up for the role.

Slowly made his way to the main classroom, where all the new transfer students were requested to gather and wait until the Headmaster arrived to induce them about their time at the Academy. They should have began the first day of training since yesterday, yet because of that incident, it has to be delayed, but now it can be started and actually Midora felt quite good about it, though he didn't admit. Standing before the closed door, Midora took a deep breath. He has never thought that he'd stepped into this position and what's more, he hasn't prepared properly for all of this just yet, but Midora knew that he has to do this.

I've overcomed a lot of hardship in my life, so this time, I definitely have to, for everyone's sakes. With that thought, he opened the door and stepped in, gaining everyone's attention. Midora then walked towards the teacher's desk at the front. First, he looked around to see if everyone is already there or not. It seems that two students are missing. He cleared his throat and then began to speak loudly. His facial expression is still calm, cold and stoic like usual.

"Greetings, students. My name is Midora Kurayami, the newly appointed Headmaster of this Academy. Because of the incident that has happened a few days ago, we have to transfered away most of the new batch of students along with their appointed teachers. At the same time, we also received new transfer students, which are 10 individuals sitting in front of me right now. As you all have known from the introduction papers that we've given you when you arrived, you'll be divided into 4 groups and each group will consist of 1 mage and 2 demons. The group that each of you'll be in has also included in the papers."

He paused a bit to let his word sink in, and then continue, "From tomorrow, the days of training at the Academy will begin. I hope that you all will try your best and achieve good results." Midora then looked at the clock on the wall, "For now, please make your way to your dorms, where you'll rest for the day. The supervising teachers for each group shall be introduced by the first lesson tomorrow. I suggest you all try to get acquaintance with each other and don't cause any troubles. Class dismisses. Have a nice evening, everyone."

With that said, Midora moved away from the desk to the door. "Oh, and one more thing," as Midora remembered something, he turned back to the students, "all of your belongings had been sent to your rooms. You've been informed which room you'll be staying at."

After saying that, Midora turned his back and closed the door behind his back then made his way to the teachers' room, where all the newly appointed teachers are waiting for him.




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Sitting at the round table in the teachers' room along with his two new collegues, Mikari tapped his finger on the table as he waited his best buddy comeback after the induction with the students. He lazily gazed outside the windows and then looked up at the clock. It almost dark by now, hope that we can get this over with so I can get some rest before tomorrow.

Staring at the scenery outside, Mikari silently let out a sigh. Though at first he was quite optimistic about this whole teacher thingy, but he has never been a teacher before. So he is somewhat nervous about this, but not much. Midora has stated that he has what it takes, but can he managed to do it well? Mikari knows that he only needed to try his best.

He then turned to his fellow demon teachers, "Dora-chin will be here any moments after his greetings with the transfer students. Are you ladies ready to find out which groups we'll be taking care of?" He asked with a smile.




A short while later, Midora arrived at the teachers' room. He gently slided the door opened and greeted his fellow teachers, who are seemingly waiting for him. He walks in and then sat in the middle of them.

"Alright then," He spoke up to the two female demons, "Asides from Mikari here, I guess that you two don't really know me just yet. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Midora Kurayami and I'm a Dark Mage. I've just got appointed to be the new Headmaster of this Academy. Hope that we'll work well together."

"Hehe, there's nothing that my little Dora-chin can't do, eh?" Mikari said jokingly.

"Anyway, I've decided which groups that each of you will be handle," Midora said as he reached out for a drawer and took out the detailed profiles of the students and handed them to his collegues, "Mikari, you'll be taking charge of group 4, Ms. Embla will be taking charge of group 1, Ms. Sarah will be group 2 and I will take group 3. Please take a look at their profiles first and if you have any questions, feel free to ask. And it seems that there was one student that went missing in Ms. Embla's group and my group also missing one but we can keep carry on without them. Hopefully there'll be some new replacements soon." But just as Mikari was about to raised his arm and ask, Midora bluntly cut in, "Not you, Mikari."

"Aw, not fair. Always so meanie." Mikari pouted then glance at the profiles of his group.

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Character Portrait: Ichiro Ogura Character Portrait: Etelka Lantos Character Portrait: Acacia Lance Character Portrait: Bugby Marshall Character Portrait: Midora Kurayami Character Portrait: Kasumi Toshiko
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The boy leaned back in the crudely furnished seat of the cab, tipping the rim of a cup to usher a beverage down his throat. He savored every bitter drop of the drink, as if it was ambrosia, issued to him by the holy deities. Though his capabilities in the art of brewing may be on par with gods, it was only a mere cup of espresso. But it helped Shio get through the day, a minute source of energy which spurred his jovial persona. A caffeinated Shiore was a happy Shiore. But angered emotions have never taken form within his heart, as he always walks- or, more so, leaps and skips through life with a happy attitude. He was barely unable to bottle his own excitement, as one could only burst with exhilaration on the first day of school. The only rain on his parade of joy was the lack of caution governing the taxi’s driver. Somehow, the man behind the wheel had not ran over any innocent pedestrians, but the same could not be said for a few rodents making a break for the other side of the road. "What happens when the chicken tries to cross the road? This man happens!” He thought to himself as the cabin of the automobile shook again.

To pass the time and shut out this man’s massacre on animals, Shiore slipped on his pair of comfy headphones, bushy with foam. He cuffed his hand around a cellular device burrowed in his pocket, and brought it into eyesight. With a few flicks of a finger, the boy skimmed through the diverse amount of choices, finally settling on a number from an OST of a series he recently watched. A perfect piece to soothe his cheerful charisma, whilst keeping an upbeat tune. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he loosened his shoulders, finding refuge in the song. As the cab passed roadside views, which changed within the blink of an eye, Furawa began a practice he was very accustomed to at this point. Within an quick movement of his wrist, an enigma was created in the palm of his hand. His eyes gravitated towards the projection as it took form, flawlessly molding a ball of light into existence. Within a few moments, a downscaled model of a sun floated elegantly before him. It was a mimic of the father star of the very solar system he inhabited. But by no means did it emit the same amount of heat that the burning ball of gas. It wasn’t even made of hydrogen, just a simple projection he mentally presented, to himself, and if wished, to those around him. But he didn’t want to distract his driver from his murder spree, so he was left to solely bask in his creation’s glory.

A few deceased rodents later

Shio breathed out of respite when the cab finally pulled up to the academy. Still somewhat traumatized by the amount of bodies the cab driver had piled up on the way to their destination. To say the least, the man did not receive as gracious of a tip. ”All of those poor little guys… They never saw what hit them.” He wallowed with remorse for a moment, before he was able to regain his composure, a group of bellhops instantly assessed the cab and popped the car’s trunk. Working as a monotonous cohort, they perfectly packed his belongings. They must be quite the adversaries in jenga. As they made their departure, most likely for his dorm, he decided to follow suit and proceed to the predestined meeting area. Which, not surprisingly, was their main classroom. Before he embarked on his great journey, he quickly sent a message to a friend of his. ”Oi, Yume-kun! Are you almost here? Better not be sleeping in the taxi!” And with that, he finally began his trek.

With a brochure holding his hand, like a parent guiding an innocent toddler, the student stumbled at every turn, and nearly fell into a trance with every gust of wind. The campus, in essence, was utterly captivating and beautiful, something cut out of a fantasy. It had been maintained with arduous precision, grime and dust had been relentlessly cleansed from every nook and cranny. His eyes darted vigorously from angle to angle, as his brain tried to intake every aspect the institution had to offer. His ebullience was flowing to the brim, almost bringing him to tip into a turmoil of uncontrollable joy. Shiore lead himself to the classroom, navigating through the halls of the seemingly complex academy. Though he isn’t a miracle worker, he managed to ascertain some luck and arrived at what he presumed was the correct room.

When he eased the door open, all which was presented to him was a scene void of life. But the lights were already illuminating the room, which meant that somebody had made their way through this area. He ran a hand through his cerulean hair, contemplating his next action. He ended up finding resolve with pulling out a seat, then fastened himself in it. Shiore leaned forward over the table, resting on his elbows as he hummed to the song blasting in his headphones. To pass the time, he chose to create something a little more extravagant than the basic projection from earlier. With a similar arm motion, he created the vast galaxy which was the Milky Way. Based around the aforementioned knowledge he gained from the endless amount of books he has read front to back, he was able to zoom into certain solar systems, and observe their contents. But the only completely detailed portions of the dioramas were the suns. The planets were just mere little dots of rock, as nothing about them except the amount of them per sun were known. The clicking of the door knob notified Shiore that more students had finally arrived. With a swift balling of his fist, the minescule projection imploded on itself, dissipating into nothing.

The boy perked up as his classmates began to file into the classroom. Though no words were exchanged, his eyes shined exuberantly, with brightness which would shroud any star. ”Which of them are my group mates? I hope they like coffee, or are relatively nice! Wonder if they are ok with hugs~?” A flood of queries flowed through his mind, but would have to be left unanswered until after their greeter’s speech. And who else was to give them the rundown but the headmaster himself? The man looked pretty young, uncommon in those who operate scholastic institutions. His words were succinct and brief, but were also somewhat vague at the same time. Shiore was left to imagine what pertained to his training, or what kind of exercises he would be put through. He loathed anything overly extraneous. And knowing his luck, there would be a good amount of such an activity. Upon his departure, he notified the students that they were left to their own devices. Though he wanted to catch up with Akumu, sorting through his belongings took priority. Besides, the demon would probably make a beeline for his room and crash in his bed instantly. With a single motion, he pushed himself away from the table and proceeded to his dorm room. Perhaps his assigned dormmates would strike up a conversation with the twig-like boy on the way there? He tightened the scarf around his neck, finding refuge in its comfortableness.

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Akumu Yume





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Akumu sat in the taxi cab. as he was waiting for the taxi to get to his new school, he put on some music and started to sleep. after a while in the taxi Akumu woke up to the sound of his phone it was from his friend Shio he wasn't surprised that it was from him because he gets massages from him most of the time, it didn't really bother him and he was ok with it , Akumu texted back on his phone "I'm nearly there don't worry." Akumu tried to go back to sleep but it wasn't a great success because the taxi driver was listening to loud rock music. after a while he finally succeeded in sleeping with a smile on his face.


Akumu yawned loudly. as he started to wake up, he could hear voices in the room he was in"Where am I."Akumu was still have asleep so he didn't know what was going. he started going to sleep again till he hit the desk with his head "never mind I want to go back to sleep." Akumu tried to go back to sleep but the voices where to loud so he couldn't get back to sleep. so he decided to stay awake. he stared at people and sighed"Well I hope I can sleep here."he noticed Shio but the rest where complete strangers to him. after a while of the students talking, the headmaster walked in and started talking about some school stuff that Akumu never really listens too but this time he did. after the headmaster had finished his speech. Akumu decided to walk to the dorms to put his stuff there "I wonder who will be my dormmate." speaking to himself as he walked to the dorm

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~| Kasumi Toshiko |~






(Edit: Sorry I didn't have a very good original post. I was rushed and wanted to get something in.)

Kasumi stepped out of the black car and pulled three bags out with her. The black car pulled away as K examined the front gates. She was awed briefly, but soon the felling passed and she entered the Academy.

She handed the bags to a waiting man at the front door and padded down the hall. Pulling out a crisp white note, she looked at the neat black writing. Akumu Yume and Hive were the two demons she was paired with, apparently. Hmm, Akumu. She'd heard the name before... Ah yes. The demon who trapped people in dreams. She remembered from her lessons via scrying.

Finally arriving in a classroom, she entered. Upon seeing other students sitting around, she assumed that this was the right rom and took a seat as far as she could get. No use in socializing quite yet.

"Greetings, students. My name is Midora Kurayami, the newly appointed Headmaster of this Academy."

The Headmaster's speech was short and to the point. Thankfully. K had no interest in idle chatter. She walked out with the rest of the students, not engaging in conversation or even eye contact. Sure, she'd been invited, but this school probably couldn't teach her much more. She'd learned a lot from the scryed school.

"Oh, and one more thing. All of your belongings have been sent to your rooms. You've been informed which room you'll be staying at."

She glanced at the small paper again and nodded. She hoped she wouldn't get lost. Wouldn't that be embarrassing...

She wondered briefly who her dorm-mates were, but pushed aside the thought as she entered a large dorm room. From the emptiness she assumed she was first to arrive. She took the center bunk and noticed her bags neatly near the door. She retrieved them and laid them on the soft, plain sheets.

Nothing to do but to wait, I assume... She said in her mind as she surveyed the room. Basic room, just a door off to the side that she assumed was a bathroom. She wondered when her dorm-mates would arrive. The Nightmare King and the Hive... Wouldn't this be exciting.

Who'd be taming who, she wasn't sure.

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Etelka Lantos



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She scanned her eyes across the classroom while waiting, most of the demons seemed oddly optimistic about this whole thing. It hadn't been a thing she had even considered until she was taken to the academy, demons who had never had a mage. The history of everyone was hardly any of her concern, she would wait for a teacher to assign a group to her and she would serve them, even if she did not respect them. Etelka wholeheartedly believed whatever mage was her knew master would be some sort of twig she would normally toy with before killing, but with the stronger mages around it was hardly a good idea to murder these students.

When the teacher came into the room she felt conflicted, the man of course commanded her absolute respect due to the sheer power he could feel from him, but that power was to the source of her confliction. The black haired headmaster gave her the same feeling of impending doom and soul crushing power her had felt from Ervin, yet it felt held back by, he felt stronger then and weaker then Ervin at the same time, this man interested her intensely. Etelka concluded to herself that would pursue her keen interest in the man as long as acceptable, but for now she had his orders to follow, go to her dorm.

Deciding now not being the time to mingle with random students Etelka made a straight course to her dorm, clearly arriving faster then her new companions. She made sure all of 'her' belongings had been taken to her new quarters, most hadn't unfortunately as many of them were trinkets that belonged to mages past their living days. Her two spare dresses and the pack of juice she had on her at the time wear neatly placed on the desk. Etelka slid out her desk chair and grabbed herself a drink, which she sat drinking in silence while staring at the door with her legs crossed and face straight.

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Hanako Minami
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Though the delay of the start of the academy was only a day in length it only made the wait and the anticipation more unbearable for the girl known as Hanako Minami. She was never the best with meeting new people and now she would thrust into entire school full of not just mages, but demons as well. Nervousness and excitement plagued the young woman's mind even as the day had finally dawned. Even the relatively short drive to the academy, to her new home for the next number of years, felt like an eternity.

Her eyes were glued to the windows as they drew closer and ever closer to the academy until they finally came to a gentle stop near its front gates. With a moment spent to close her eyes and inhale a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm her frayed nerves she turned herself to face the side door with her hands and awaited as her driver came around to open the door for her and help her out into her wheelchair. With a small but sincere smile of thanks she bid the man farewell and began to wheel herself passed the gates and towards the main building. With a quick search into her jacket pocket she retrieved a small piece of folded paper that contained her class designation and the names of her soon-to-be partners.

It didn't take long to find the class, and from the sound of all the chattering from within she was certainly not the first to arrive. She entered from the door towards the back of the classroom where a desk that lacked a chair was specifically prepared for her. From here she sat quietly and simply opted to observe for the time being, crowds made her uncomfortable and she was never quite the social butterfly. Some tens of minutes later the headmaster finally arrived to deliver a short introduction before urging the students to head out to find their dorms. His manner of speaking and the brevity of his introduction gave her the impression that this headmaster was a no nonsense man, a trait she thought befitting for such a position.

His words came as a bit of a relief to Hanako, the crowd of the classroom made her uneasy to begin with so she was more than happy to be free of it. Sparing no time she wheeled herself out of the class room before taking a look once more at the bit of paper from earlier to confirm her destination. A gentle tune emanated from the girls throat as she hummed and rolled through the halls of this new and unfamiliar place. It looked much like she thought it would, though she herself had never attended a normal school back home she had seen pictures. Her thoughts continued wandering aimlessly like this until she finally found herself before her dorm room door.

Hanako briefly took a second to smooth out her clothes and mentally prepare herself before reaching forward to open the door. A rather bland and uninteresting room opened up before her however the room was hardly the thing of most importance as her gaze settled upon the bored looking girl with a most peculiar shade of hair. The first thought that passed through her mind was that this girl, presumably a demon, was actually quite pretty. She quickly shook the thought away however with a blink and put on her most charming smile. "Hello there." She wasn't sure which one this girl was, as she understood it she was to have two demons in her group.

Her gaze shifted over to one of the beds in the room that had some familiar looking luggage atop it, apparently that was to be her bed. With her destination spotted she rolled herself over to the bed and with some small effort transferred herself on to the bed. She reached over to open up her luggage bag as she tried to figure out what to say next. "Um, my name's Hanako Minami, I'm the mage of our little group here. I hope we can get along and work together during our time here." It was about a normal introduction as one could imagine but, she really wasn't quite sure what else to say to the demon that sat not more than a few meters across the room from her.

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✮ Bugby Marshall✮





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Bugby was calmly progressing towards the designated classroom as he solely strode through the hallways that all lead up to it eventually. With halfhearted eyes beamed forward and lazy steps dragged behind, the green-haired demon soon found himself stood in front of the door that offered access to the area he required. Opening it somewhat cautiously he stuck his head in first to case over the room, before sticking a boot forward and making his way further into the wide space of desks and idle students.

Quickly concluding that there was only a handful of students at best, and paying little attention to any of them at that, the demon kept to himself and walked further down the room towards a seat that was far distanced from any of the other students, or at least as far as he could manage without seeming entirely unsociable. Having settled somewhere Bugby didn’t really take the time to notice who exactly was in the room with him, preferring to stay somewhat anonymous for now until greetings were needed. However it did not take long before their headmaster soon made an appearance, of which Bugby was not so pleased about. So to say.

“Greetings, students. My name is Midora Kurayami, the newly appointed Headmaster of this Academy…” Bugby merely raised a brow in acknowledgement as the headmaster greeted the bundle of students that sat before him. His expression was bored at most as his eyes retained their ever-knowing dispirited look. Even as the teacher spoke the demon did not seem enlightened, but rather more begrudging at the mentioning of mages. As the dark-haired headmaster continued on, Bugby couldn’t help but feel an odd sense niggling away at him, something irking him ever so slightly, of which he could not set his finger on. Perhaps it was due to being stuck in a room with pesky mages and even more un-worthy demons that was getting to him just a tad, perhaps.

”For now, please make your way to your dorms, where you'll rest for the day. The supervising teachers for each group shall be introduced by the first lesson tomorrow. I suggest you all try to get acquaintance with each other and don't cause any troubles. Class dismisses. Have a nice evening, everyone.”

Bugby let out a despaired sigh as he got onto his feet shortly after. He considered much of the headmasters talk to be mere malarkey and not something he’d take overly seriously. However, the demon did accept that venturing to his dorm made some sense, and that was what exactly he would do. Turning on his heel Bugby made little effort to acquaint himself with any of his fellow peers as he side-stepped in and out of the few who got in his way. Clearly personal space was not a priority for some! Just as he was about to storm out the room the headmaster spoke yet again, catching the demons begrudged attention once more.

”Oh, and one more thing,” Bugby narrowed his stare slightly as he waited for the piece of information. ”…all of your belongings had been sent to your rooms. You've been informed which room you'll be staying at.”

With that he left the room, finally.

The demon knew soon enough he would cross paths with his fellow teammates, regardless of how much effort he’d put into not meeting them, it was inevitable all the same. Little time had seemed to pass as Bugby made his way to his dorm room, arriving soon after leaving the classroom, and immediately looking over what little belongings he had that were safely delivered to his room. As he stood beside the beds the demon could hardly care which he claimed as his own, though the top bunk was especially tempting, and with that the bored-seeming demon launched himself upwards onto the highest bed and lay against it with a heavy sigh.

All he had to do now was wait. To wait and see who would form the latter of his team. Oh joy.

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Shiore managed to snake his way out of the classroom before the flood of unknown students broke at the seams. Its not that he didn’t want to socialize or chat with his future classmates, but setting up a proper work area took priority. His hands wrapped themselves tightly around the ends of his scarf, a light cotton red in contrast to his azure hair. A comfortable Shiore was a happy Shiore. But being snug in apparel meant nothing if his stomach wasn’t satisfied, and his digestive system was begging for more coffee. If ever asked, the young man would be unable to recall when he exactly became hooked on the caffeinated sustenance. Perhaps he was offered it at some anime convention, or an employee accidentally gave it to him at the orphanage? There’s even the possibility that Akumu prescribed such a beverage when Shiore was cramming for exams? ”Actually… I do vaguely recall Akumu-kun saying, ’Listen dude. This stuff. It helps. Keeps me awake, for like… an extra five minutes. Works wonders, I say.’ Or something along those lines.” The boy pouted, deep in thought as he shook his head.

He puffed his cheeks out, finalizing that the perpetrator of his addiction was indeed his restless friend. During his stroll from the meeting room to the dormitory, there were an ample amount of times where Shiore nearly became sidetracked. ”That cafeteria looked so cool! I wonder if they serve steak! Or maybe they make reaaaaaaaally good ramen!” Yet again, the boy was living in the hopeful world he created himself. He wouldn’t be shocked if the students believed he was slightly off his rocker by this point, as he seemed to have the attention span of a rabbit, offered a million carrots. Well, it wasn’t that he couldn’t focus on one thing at a time. It was purely due to the fact that the campus itself enthralling, a first time experience for Furawa. Regardless of how many times he became sidetracked, Shiore constantly remained ahead of his classmates, given his skinny and lean physique. He had the tendency to take shortcuts, to say the least. By this point, his eyes were sparkling with captivation, to the point where five-pointed stars began to take form within his retinas. He quickly dismissed the projections with a fizzled shake of the head.

Somehow, may it be with the grace of a deity from above, Shiore managed to make his way to the dormitory. Though he was fully aware of his room number, he still had to quickly check in before proceeding. With the first step he took into the building, a pacifying breeze of cold air instantly rushed towards him, leading him out of the moderately warm climate. He let out a sigh of relief as he made his way towards the attendant’s desk. Sitting in it was a young middle-aged woman, who was busy at work, endlessly pecking at her keyboard. The boy lightly placed his palms around the creases of the desk, barely making a sound. ”Um, hello. My name is Shiore Furawa, mascot of Group Two.” Going through a process which she had repeated multiple times over, the woman picked up Shiore’s vibrant voice, her fingers retracted a few millimeters from her keyboard as she took a glance at him. Affirming that the person standing before her was indeed who he was said to be. In a matter of a few seconds, she swiftly typed a few lines into her monitor, then jutted keycard towards him. She didn’t say anything, but simply kept an expectant hand out. Shiore bowed and gently received his pass, then proceeded to his room.

Not surprisingly, he was the first to arrive. With a quick swipe, the door unlocked, and Shiore continued to press his whole body against its frame. Once it had completely creaked open, the boy stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His eyeballs darted around the room, taking in every single minute detail. Which, unfortunately, there weren’t too many of. Overall, the room was somewhat bland, a blank canvas waiting to be painted on by its inhabitants. His rolling bags were already placed inside the room, next to the cases of his roommates. ”Alright, it’s time to get to work… But before that…” The boy quickly muttered to himself as he slipped the headphones onto his ears, easing the foamy substance into a comfortable position. ”Okie dokie! Let’s see what we got in the song bank. And the grand accountant, Shiore Furawa, chooses… Ito Kashitaro!” Shouting in an overly zealous tone, the boy tapped a pointed finger against the screen of his device, initiating the flow of music into his eardrums. He also sent a quick text to his sleepy friend, "Tell your teammates I said hi! -Shio-shio" With a nod of approbation, he quickly grabbed his pair of twin travel bags and wheeled them over to his third of the desk body. He rolled back his chair, completely freeing the space for modification.

”First, I need to set the mood. I’m feeling… like Andromeda today.” Shiore snapped his fingers together, and above him appeared a highly detailed projection of the galaxy Andromeda, the Milky Way’s closest neighbor. ”Now… If I remember correctly, the outer rims are a light blue, because of the younger and fertile stars. Meanwhile, the inner rings, moving in an opposite direction, are a little brownish-purple, since there isn't enough gas, and the stars are cooler. Oh, and I can’t forget Messier 32!” Portraying the dwarf galaxy which orbited the massive star system, a small blip of light popped up within one of the outer rings. The whole entire 3D diorama took up the ceiling of the room, from corner to corner, a perfect copy of the real thing. Whilst doing all of this, he was still coherently listening to his music.

”You’ve got to hurry, hey, are you ready?”

The lyrics were mumbled under his breath, before he unzipped the first bag. Stored within it was a medium sized coffee machine, a few novels, assorted manga and the essentials for the lavatory. He lacked a glamorous laptop or desktop which many people of his generation constantly conversed about. But, given his origins, he didn’t exactly have the most money in the bank. Somehow, he managed to amass enough money to purchase the contents of his second bag. Once the machine was set on his desk, which he would fill later on, he went to work assembling what was inside the other bag. After dispensing its internals, he went to work on assembling a full-blown telescope.

The boy was done in a few minutes, as he had grown accustomed to moving the utility from place to place. Once the finished product was finally complete, he gave a nod of approval and a pat on his own back. ”Oh. Probably should’ve asked if it was ok to build this? Doesn’t take up that much room… I hope.” With an innocent shrug, he decided to mentally call the top bunk. Though, he could already envision the future morning where he would accidently roll off the side, and plummet into a faceplant. And, knowing his luck, he would be late for class. There have been many times in the past where Shiore pulled the generic ’Protagonist Toast Scenario.’ Even though the music was blaring into his ears, they picked up the cracking of the door knob, and in response, he quickly cut off the tunes. The star cluster above his head remained afloat, and a greeting smile formed on Shiore’s face. ”You’ll do fine, Shiore. Just smile, and try not to wrap them in a bear hug.” As the door creaked open, "Hello, my name is Shiore Furawa! Pleased to be your friend!" he had already skipped the acquaintance stage.

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Liliane stayed behind until most of the students had already dispersed. She figured it was better to go when there weren't too many people all crowded to go to the same place. She put on her headphones and mask again. It was something she did for years. The doctors said it had something to do with putting her in a happy place or comfort zone. She believed them because she knew no one could know who she was if she wore the mask. And the headphones made it so she didn't have to hear anyone or eliminate people's urge to talk with her. It was anti-social, sure, but then again Lili had been living in an experiment facility for a good portion of her life. There weren't exactly a large population residing within. Sure there were others that were in the same position as Liliane herself but they were like her. Quiet and reserved. Focused on mastering their powers.

Liliane started making her way to the dormitory building. There was a courtyard in the middle of all the building. Lili wandered just how many students really went to this school. It couldn't have been just the few that were at orientation. That was only for the newest additions to the school. Or maybe the school was just starting out.

While lost in thought Lili bumped into someone. Some papers and books the person was carrying sprawled across the ground.

"I'm sorry." Liliane quickly said as she removed her headphones and she started helping to collect the dropped items to give back. "I was lost in thought and did not see you approach." She froze when she noticed a pair of wings on the woman's back.

"Well, you're wearing a mask and have headphones covering your ears. Not exactly the best way to pay attention to your surroundings." Sarah noticed that Liliane was probably looking at her wings. It was hard to pinpoint exactly where the girl was looking because the mask hid the eyes exceptionally well.

"Are those wings?" Sarah nodded her head as Liliane handed her the books and papers she picked up. "And they're real? An irritated look came across Sarah's face for a brief moment before she changed it into a smile.

"Look, if you're going to ask me so many questions or hold a conversation the least you could do is let the person who you're talking to see your face." Liliane contemplated the idea and the comprehension behind it before finally removing the mask. "See? You have a very cute face. Why would you hide it behind a mask?" The young girl looked at the mask for a moment before looking back at the teacher.

"It's the only thing I have to relate to my parents. I can feel close to them and keep others out when I wear it." Sarah seem to regret her choice in words but then she looked at Liliane again closely.

"May I ask your name? I can escort you to your dorm." The two started making their way to the dorm building and Lili answered Sarah's question.

"My name is Liliane Auringer."

"The mage from group two?" Liliane cast a curious glance at Sarah and the lady held out her hand. "My name is Sarah Rayne. I believe we will be seeing each other tomorrow again."

"Are you one of the demons in group two?" Lili asked, shaking the hand but Sarah shook her head.

"I am your instructor." Liliane gave a smile. It was a rare expression she wore and it was only the slightest of smiles she gave as the two walked inside the lobby of the dormitory building.

"We get to have an angel as an instructor. I've never known that angels existed on the land." Sarah was about to correct the girl when the lady at the front desk spoke first.

"I don't remember seeing any pictures of students with wings in this dorm."

"No, no." Sarah waved her hands in defense. "I'm a teacher at the academy. I am only escorting a new student to this building." The lady looked towards her screen and began typing.

"Name?" She asked.

"Liliane Auringer. L-i-l-i-a-n-e A-u-r-i-n-g-e-r." She was used to spelling her name out and now did it whenever someone was writing or typing her information. A moment later the lady produced an I.D. badge.

"Don't lose it or a replacement will be taken out of your bi-weekly funds. This card is used to get you in or out of school grounds and access to any of this academy's facilities as well as holding the money you get from your funds. Do you understand?" The woman relayed her information in a rapid speech that made it obvious she had done it many times before.

"I understand." Lili answered.

"Perfect. Your room number is on a sticker on the back of the card. It's up to you if you want to keep the sticker on there or remove it." The lady turned to Sarah. "Ma'am, in case you do not know, the only area in the dormitory that allows visitors is this lobby." Sarah nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"Well, Liliane, make sure to get some rest for tomorrow. Hopefully, your roommates are not a problem. Some of them seemed pretty scary. Sarah and Liliane exchanged a wave. Then Sarah turned to exit the building.

"Wait!" Sarah stopped and turned. "You never told me if your wings are real. I've never seen wings on anyone before." Sarah smiled.

"I'll keep it a secret for now and tell you later." With that Sarah was out the doors and Lili walked to her room. She was glad to have met who her teacher was already. She didn't want have the question of who her instructor would be gnawing at the back of her mind all night. Although, it seemed the questions about her wings would be a fine replacement. There were people known to dress up and put on fake wings but the one's on Ms. Rayne's back looked really well done if they were indeed fake.

Before Lili knew it she was at the door. She could hear voices behind the door and immediately her heart rate increased. She was nervous. She knew how important first impressions were and she knew that socializing and interaction was at the bottom of her list in things to do well in. Liliane, instinctively, reached for her mask but then remember Sarah's advice. Lili didn't want to give off the impression that she was rude. But what if her roommates were jocks? Then she'd have to be tough.

Just go in. This isn't a combat situation. You don't need to plan out all the moves this time. Liliane opened the door and two pairs of eyes immediately turned to her. Both people looked no different than Liliane herself. One of them was almost a mirror image of Lili except the grayish blue color of her eyes and the long black hair. What they shared were the same blank stare. Liliane was always told she had that expression but it was different to see it looking back. Even the girl's height looked about the same.

The other was a boy. She recognized him by his turquoise hair color at the orientation. He must have been the first one in the room because he already had several things unpacked including a good sized telescope. He had a beaming smile that only made Liliane want to sink back through the door. It was at points like these that Lili was grateful her facial features betrayed any emotion she was actually feeling.

"My name is Liliane Auringer. It is a pleasure to meet you both." Why were introductions like that? It was textbook but not true. Liliane wasn't in a pleasured mood, meeting them both at this moment. She only just acknowledge who they were and it was just now dawning on Lili that a boy would be sharing a room with two girls. Was this part of the rules? Was this expected? And was that a cluster of stars above his head? It was like a 3D projection of stars coming from nowhere but everywhere at once. Lili felt like she was going to be locked in place, at least, until she got a response. She didn't like going into situations blind but it was something she was probably going to have to get used to.

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In lieu to a shrill scream, Shiore himself let out a pitched yelp. The boy lost his balance as his roommate's cry filled his ears, causing him to fall plumply on his rear. Luckily, he had saved his nose from being slammed by the now shut door, but his behind was sacrificed in the process. He pouted and managed to get back onto his feet, still a little shocked from barely evading a faceplant with the door. But something at the back of his head was telling him that he shouldn't be the one appalled here. After all, he had crossed from one end of the room to standing in the door frame in the blink of an eye. "Perhaps I was a little too ecstatic?" He asked himself aloud with a finger tapped to his chin. The door slowly creaked open, and in its way stood the girl he had recently mortified. She stumbled with a few of her words, but was able to spit out her name. "Acacia Lance, hm? Named after the plant, right? I remember, I got stuck by one of those back in middle school~ And that's a pretty cool last name as well!"

He spoke in an upbeat tone, though he tried to hold back his ebullience as much as possible. It seemed the girl was still recovering from the sudden fright. The galaxy in the ceiling still circulated, its inner rings moving in the opposite direction of those in the outer region. "Sorry for startling you. I can be pretty..." Shiore trailed off, scratching the back of his head as he tried to find a word to describe himself. ...expressional? Sure, let's go with that." The boy met her gaze, and quickly assessed her retinas. In comparison, they seemed void of emotion, a tint of steel. Soon enough, another figure appeared behind Acacia. Another girl, of equal height and expression, both of them kept a reserved facade, which they presented to the world they lived in. She introduced herself as Liliane Auringer, the notable differences between them were their hairstyles and choice of apparel. In her hands was a kitsune mask, which most definitely intrigued Shiore, mainly because of the fine craftsmanship. "Good afternoon, Liliane. How's it go-"

The boy traced her gaze, which was focused on the galaxy floating in the ceiling. Even though it was his own creation, he also found himself staring at the canvas of stars, "Oh, that's Andromeda, our closest neighbor. Scientists say that in four billion years, it will collide with the Milky Way. None of the stars within them will be affected, but we will see Andromeda's core in the night sky." He gave a nod of self-approval after the quick astronomy lesson. Shiore realized that his mind had wandered, and breaking the ice took priority. Only now did it dawn on him that he was rooming with two females, but it wasn't the first time this had happened. Though they both kept a blank face, he was able to tell that they were contemplating whether this was canny or not.

"Don't worry, I've roomed multiple times with girls back in the orphanage. So I know what landmines I shouldn't step on. Actually, it's never good to step on landmines. They hurt. And explode. I'm beginning to find faults in that analogy." It was a miracle the boy didn't have an illness, since his focus was constantly fluctuating midway through conversations. His mind soon gravitated back towards the topic as he took a few steps back, giving leeway for them to enter. Shiore walked over to his chair, while doing so he weaved his fingers through the seams of his scarf and undid it, then placed it on his desk when he sat down. "As you can see by the projection above, I'm technically a demon. Though it may not seem too effective, which it isn't, it causes no strain or requires any mindpower, I don't even have to lift a finger. But rest assured, I can do other stuff. So..." He returned his gaze back to the two, unable to decipher a mage from them, "Which of you is our mage?" The boy cocked his head with a quizzical expression, anticipating an answer.

Liliane raised her hand. "That would be me." Liliane was curious in Shiore's ability. It seemed like it wouldn't be useful in any type of combat. She wondered why anyone would have an ability that they couldn't use as an offense or defense. Did many demons have powers like the one she saw? Maybe demons were like the Roman gods. Each having a power that kept the universe in motion."So, you make stars. More of a comfirmation than a question. "Are you able to do anything that would benefit us in a combat situation? Lili felt that it would be better if everyone knew each others abilities from the start. It would allow better cooperation when it came to any missions.

The boy perked up at the inquisition of the ability's effectiveness, which was completely nil. He pondered his next choice of words for a few minutes, staring at the constellation while thinking. While it appeared he was deep in thought, the switch on his espresso machine flicked into the on position. The light blinked for a few minutes, as the contraption heated itself up, a water bottle levitated out of one of his bags. Its contents were poured into the container unit, then the empty plastic was lightly placed on his desk. A small pod was inserted into the machine, and under pressure from an unseen source, the lungo button was pressed down. A small clay cup flew out of the bag, and quickly placed itself beneath the flow of espresso. Once full, it was then smoothly guided before Shiore's mouth, he gladly took a sip of the bitter sustenance. To say the least, his dormmates were slightly bewildered by this.

"Oh. I control air in a two meter diameter of myself. It can be used for common tasks like this, molded into weapons, or I can produce two bubbles, large enough to fully encase people. I can move the formations freely, but of course, there's a catch. I feel one tenth of the force receive by the shields, so it's not invincible by any means. I'm pretty inexperienced, so I can't do large-scale formations for extended periods of time, nor do I have much of a threshold for strain." He looked over to Acacia, who had been keeping a reticent persona the whole time, "I'm here mainly due to the fact that I'm untrained, nor have I ever been under the guidance of a mage. I'm pretty young!" He said this with a cheerful chime in his voice, he didn't have any problems coming to terms with his lack of experience.

Acacia felt strange around these two. She wasn't really sure what to think of them. The girl, so much like herself, though a bit more talkative. The boy, a bright star in the middle of their blank gazes. A small blush covered her face when Liliane asked her question and she felt inclined to reply. "All I can do is scream really loudly... Well, I have enhanced condition too, but... I guess it could be used in combat..." she tried to answer helpfully.

Shiore was quick to chime his own opinion in at the mention of her ability, "Scream and enhanced condition? Both sounds extremely useful. I'm more of a defensive individual, meanwhile you can excel on the offensive. I can play the frontal assault role as well, but I'm not too... offensive. I'm not too strong, but I'm useful." But, there was something he didn't want to ask. Not yet, at least. Since it was confirmed that Acacia was the other demon within their group, that meant she was sent to this academy for a certain reason. Shiore already stated he enrolled due to barely having any knowledge within the social machine, but she must have a different reason. One that hits close to homebase, most likely.

"Also, do you both mind if I take the top bunk? Though, I might roll off the side a lot." He put on an innocent smile, while running his hand through the back of his cerulean hair. "So... Since we're all in the same team, we might as well tell ourselves a little bit about each other?" He suddenly rose his hand high into the air, "I'll start! I'm Shiore Furawa, I've been shacked up in orphanages for roughly a decade. Technically, I don't own that last name anymore, but I tend to go by it. Just call me Shio for short." And with that, he finished his quick introduction.

Shiore talked quite a lot. Acacia didn't really mind much though; it spared her of speaking for a large period of time. She quirked an eyebrow at the fact that he was an orphan, her hand brushing against her phone in her pocket. What were the chances? Of course, her life had been happy and full of love. She didn't really have much room to complain. To be honest, the thought of living in an orphanage made her sick. "I'm Acacia Lance... Yes, like the plant," she looked pointedly at Shiore. "You can call me Ace or Cia... I was adopted at a young age, so I don't really know who my biological parents are. Up until a few weeks ago, I didn't even know I was any different from a normal person."

She felt awkward spilling her life story to two strangers. They were her partners though and she was going to end up getting close to them eventually. At least, she hoped she would. The prospect of real friends made her heart soar with joy. She'd always wanted a true friend and Shiore seemed like he could be one. She still wasn't positive about Liliane though. She appeared to be nice enough and she had the same empty look Acacia knew she possessed. She felt like the red-haired girl was someone she could learn to appreciate.

Shiore could help but to grin at the refernece to the correlation he made earlier. Though, his smile transitioned into an expression of subtle surprise when Acacia mentioned the fact that she had no idea who were biological parents. Though the boy was sure he had met his early in his childhood, he withheld no memories or any tangible momentoes of them. The only gift they have bestowed upon him was the thirst for knowledge in astronomy. He at least tied such a hobby with his parents, but he wasn't sure why. He was intrigued by the fact that they both originated from similar backgrounds, somebody to relate to. "Ace or Cia, hm...? How about... Cia-Cia~?" Shiore proposed kindly, such a title was thought of on the spot.

Cia-Cia... It was catchy enough, though not something she was used to being called. "Okay," she offered him what she hoped was a kind smile. "You can call me that."

With the green light, he gave a nod of confirmation, "Cia-Cia it is." He glanced over to Liliane, with now star-spangled eyes.

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Liliane felt that it was her turn to give information about herself. It was the only reason their eyes would turn towards her, regardless if anything was said or not.

I don't know who my parents are either. I was in an orphanage from my younger years until I was old enough to do physical activities. After that I was transfered to a facility to help make my abilities stronger as well as give me new ones. Then I was transfered here to learn how to control demons. Liliane's hands tightened on her mask. "The only thing I have connected to my parents is this mask." Liliane neutral gaze almost faultered but quickly dismissed any emotional feeling that was rising, just like she was taught. She then looked from Acacia to Shiore. "My only rule is that no one touches this. If anything happens to my Kitsune mask there will be consequences. Lili didn't know if giving an indirect threat was good for first impressions but she was, indeed, serious. It was the only object she had emotional attachment too and was the only thing she felt that kept her from becoming a total mindslave at the previous facility she was trained in.

By this point, the boy had retracted his legs to his chest, and was resting his chin on his clothed kneecaps. His compactness was one of his good points. Shiore listened intently to every word, lacking emotion and fluctuation in tone. Yet another individual who lacked any original parents in their life. This was too coincidental, the boy began to piece the puzzle together. This was most likely the academy's doing, but he wasn't going to disagree with their decisiveness. It was actually a decent ploy, having students of similar backgrounds find reconciliation in their relations. She too lived in an orphanage for an extent of time, but not as long as he did. Shiore recalled days where he would have to keep his homage a secret from his school friends, always returning to a temporary residence. Without a break in line, Liliane laid down the one and only law within their dorm room, which was complete restriction from tampering with her mask. "Of course. I would never wanted to tear such an important momento from you. I'd gladly protect such a fine piece of craftsmanship!" He spoke with a devote and upbeat tone, as his valor was upheld by his own version of seriousness.

Prying further into their past on the first day would be completely and utterly rude. They would be given time to unearth little bits of themself, at a gradual rate. Shiore was able to pinpoint a specific similarity between them. Unlike him, they were not contempt with their past, or how fate had thrown them into a turmoil. The turquoise-haired student had already came to terms with his past. He had bent and molded it into a shield, against any dreary emotions which could creep into his heart. This was why he was able to keep his spirits high at all times. The task was now at hand, and he gladly accepted the terms and conditions.

"The academy board is pretty cunning and smart, I'll say that. We all have the same backgrounds. We also have similar names! We're named after plants~" He paused and glanced over to Acacia, quickly renoting her nationality. "Oh, woops. My name is written with the japanese characters for 'wilting' and 'flower'. But I personally find starflowers to be my favorite!" His name was most definitely contradictory to his personality. "Well, now that we're on stable ground, I would like to toast! To a happy year, full of great endeavours." His espresso cup rose into the air, while keeping the bitter drink balanced inside. "Erm... If you wouldn't mind, may I go take a shower? I'll draw the water first, and be out in a flash. It is getting a little late. We can establish a legitimate lavatory schedule tomorrow."

Acacia was a little startled by the seriousness of Liliane's request, but she nodded anyways. There was no use in arguing with it. At Shiore's question about the showers, she paused. Draw the water? Her parents hadn't taught her much about Japan before she left, but she nodded anyways. "That's perfectly okay with me, if it's okay with Liliane," she turned her gaze to the mage of their group. She hoped she didn't mind the informality of using her first name. Even in England it was customary to use someone's last name just after meeting them. Or maybe that was just her. Auringer seemed like a bit of a mouthful and she had such a pretty name it'd be a shame not to use it.

She diverted her gaze from their's and walked over to the bed under Shiore's. After a second thought, she looked at Liliane again. "Is it okay if I have this one?" she didn't want to seem imposing. One screw up and her potential friendships were done for. Bye-bye. Don't let the back door hit you on your way out. A small feeling of loneliness once again filled her, but she pushed it down and forced her hand away from where she knew her phone sat, waiting. They wouldn't just leave her? Would they? She bit her lip as she waited for Liliane to respond.

"Of course." Liliane went to the beds and pressed on them to test their stability. "I'll have to see about getting banisters installed. I'd hate to wakeup due to Shiore falling from his top bunk and hitting the floor." Acacia did have the same type of look in her eyes as Liliane's. Lili knew how she got her look. She was told why by the scientist and everything they said always came to be true. She wondered if those explanations applied to the girl here. Did she spend her life under strict training? Maybe she took a life or two.

Either way, with their relationship at a raw point, it was not the time nor place to ask. She was actually surprised that the three of their personalities were very much different. Shiore would take the most getting used to. He was the most animated person Lili had ever come across.

Lili walked to the window at the far side of the room and moved the curtains aside. Without turning around she spoke to Acacia. "I met our teacher tonight. I think we're being taught by an angel." Lili turned to her roommate. "Are there demons with feathered wings or do angels exist here as well?" Lili was truly curious and thought, who better to ask than another demon. Acacia might know of other demons as well even if she just found out that the girl, herself, was one recently. She wasn't surrounded by walls most of her life or at least Liliane didn't think she was.

Acacia felt at a loss with the question and she shook her head. "I'm sorry. I don't know. Shiore's the first demon I've met besides myself.," she glanced at Shiore for help, hoping he would know. She was a bit curious herself.

"Well, demons can form a plethora of bodily extensions. Feathered wings could be a rare possibility. But they are a possibility. Sorry if I... interjected a bit. I've just been living with knowledge of my background for a years. But I've managed to live through society under the facade that I was a human. I barely act... 'demonic', nor do I look the part." He was able to catch his fellow roommates where she faltered in personal experience. The boy lept off his chair and crouched in front the bag and shifted through its contents. Shiore finally grabbed onto something, and suddenly shot up from the ground. "Alright, time to reveal my super duper secret power! All of a sudden, five-pointed stars began to pop up all around him, forming out of the middle of nowhere.

"OLD SPICE POWERS, ACTIVATE!" Like a ligthning bolt, the boy bulleted towards the bathroom, a trail of stars followed him and slowly dissapated. He had also carried with him a pair of jeans and a common white t-shirt, his usual night time apparel. After the door slammed behind him, there were a few moments of silence, and the sound of water trickling from the showerhead. Then, abruptly, "Woah! It's already warm! Is this mag- Wait, mages already exist. It must be magic. COOL!" The boy sounded like a child playing with a toy for the first time.

Acacia watched the boy leave with his stars and listened to his excitement over hot water, which she found a bit odd, but didn't question. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she whipped it out. It was her mom. So sorry about not texting earlier. Got caught up at the airport.

After she read the text a sigh of relief unconsciously escaped her as she replied. It's okay. Love you.

We love you too, sweetie. Acacia looked away from to phone to look at Lilane. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been of more help."

Liliane shook her head. "It's quite alright. To be honest, I'm not even sure if those wings are really real or not. I asked but she held her answer." Lili caught sight of the device Acacia was using. Liliane had not seen one before. "What exactly is that device you have?" The only thing Liliane could guess was that it was an electronic device. The only ones Liliane was allowed to have at the facility were ear pieces and her music player.

Acacia looked at her cell phone and stood up, holding it out to Liliane. "It's a cell phone. You use it to talk to people. You've never seen one before?" she tilted her head in a bird-like fashion. It seemed strange that a girl her age had never seen a cell phone before. She didn't pry though.

Suddenly the water stopped, since drawing wasn't required for such an intricate system of flowing water. Shiore quickly dressed himself and popped out of the bathroom, letting out a sigh of relief. His hair retained its usual unkempt appearance, and the clothes he was wearing looked a little too big on him. Either that, or his lanky skeleton barely fit the apparel. "That was pretty refreshing... Oh, are we exchanging cellphone numbers?" Though, he realized that Liliane was not in possession of a cellular device. The boy's plan was covered by the orphanage, and because of their benevolence, he was able to keep in touch with his friends from highschool. He walked over to his desk and scrounged the phone out of his bag, then placed it on the wooden surface.

"I'm sure the academy will happily supply you with a phone, Liliane." Even though he was Japanese, in an internationally rounded institution, honorifics weren't as requires as per the usual. "Cia-Cia, you can take a shower if you want. I'm gonna get settled in my bunk." He presented a book on astronomical theoretics from one of his bags, and began to climb onto his bunk. Acacia nodded and offered a quick thanks before proceeding to the bathroom. As the door shut, Shiore leaned back on his bed, finding respite in the comfortable surface. "Can't wait for tomorrow, eh?"

Liliane walked from the window to her bed. "I don't know if I'm excited. I guess I am since both you and Cia seem like good people. And so does our teacher. But I just have an issue of being uncomfortable going into a situation I have no knowledge about. She glanced at the phone Shiore placed on the desk. "Is it really necessary for people to possess those things? I used ear pieces to communicate with others but that was a constant link with them. It seems there is a lot of society I know nothing about. I wasn't really taught anything regarding socializing at the facility I previously stayed at. Liliane laid down in her bed pulling her knees to her chest. "I've already showered before arriving here so there's no need to keep the bathroom in reservation for me."

Shiore placed his pointer finger in between the crease of his novel and collapsed the pages, while listening to his mage's words. "Ear pieces? I've only seen those things use in action-packed spy movies. People used phones to keep in touch with each other, when life throws walls in their way." Though, he could tell that it wasn't just the necessity for cellular devices which was unsettling the girl. She was discontent with being in the dark, and suddenly forced into foreign terrain. "The whole point for the existence of the unknown, is to venture into its boundaries, and find out for yourself what lies within. It's normal to feel uncomfortable about going into a scenario where you know absolutely nothing. But, it's better to go in others rather than going in solo. 'Cause if you're with friends, they can pick you up where you fall, or guide you when you lose your way. They'll always have your back, even when it's against the wall. That's why the unknown exists." Although this was all said in a toned down manner, his childish expression didn't fit with the morals behind his words.

"I understand. Just be patient with me until I can get the hang of interacting with others. Lili held her mask close to her like she always did. She never rolled over when she slept so she didn't have to worry about damaging it in her sleep. "And thank you, Shiore. You are a good person. I was taught that this world was a cruel place and its people were not to be trusted. I don't think they met people like you. See you in the morning." Liliane said before closing her eyes and quickly drifting into slumber.

Shiore affirmed that Liliane finally passed into rest once he only heard her faint breathing, from two bunks below. He couldn't help but smile at her compliment, the boy let out a yawn and stretched out. Soon after, the door clicked open, and out stepped Acacia. Furawa leaned over the edge of his bed and placed a finger against his pursed lips, then motioned at the sleeping Liliane. Acacia tiptoed over towards the triple-bunk, then climbed into the middle section. "Good night Liliane. Good night Cia-Cia. I can make us some coffee in the morning, if need be." He folded the book onto his chest and leaned back his head, then slowly shut his eyelids.

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Midora still sleeping peacefully with his arm rested on his forehead and his breaths are quite monotonous. Nothing seems to had troubled him as he slept. As the first lights of dawn rises along with the sun, they peeked through the frames of the windows and brighten up the whole room. The rays then shone of the bed, dancing on Midora's face as they woke him up.

Midora then sat up on his bed and stretched his arms. He scratches his slightly messed hair a bit and then looked at the clock on the wall. It's already 6:00 AM, still early, but he has to get prepare because he knows which day today is, and he also well-awared that it's going to be a long day for him, his collegues and the new transfer students. "I should get prepare." Midora said to himself as he pulled the blanket away from his lap downward then stood up and folded it nicely on the bottom of his bed.

After that, he made his way to his bathroom. He turned on the faucet and adjusted it to the right temperature and strips off his pants before immerse himself under the water streams (Well yeah, he slept half-naked, mind you). Midora closed his eyes as he felt his muscles relaxed under the heat of the bathroom before grabbed the shampoo lotion nearby and washes his hair with a small amount of the liquid.

Meanwhile, in the room next to Midora's, Mikari has just also woke up from his slumber and now he's changing into a more suitable clothes. After finished changing, he went into his bathroom while humming a melody. Somehow, he felt optimistic about all of this and was kinda excited. He then brushed his teeth then fixed his hair a bit. Great, I'm ready. Everyone better aware, cause it's time for Mikari to shine. He smirked to himself in front of the mirror and went out of his room.

With just a few steps, Mikari stood in front of his best friend's room and knocked the door. "Hey Dora-chin, rise and shine. Have you woke up yet? Can I come in?" He asked. "The door wasn't locked." Midora replied from the inside. Mikari then opened the door and stepped in. But just as he stepped in...

Mikari wouldn't have thought that he'd got an eyeful early in the morning like this. He was pretty surprised when he saw that Midora has just got out from the bathroom without wearing anything to cover his torso. Midora's hair is still wet as some drops of water streamed down on his naked skin. And another thing is that the Mage in front of Mikari right now only covered the part from his waist down by a towel hanging around his waists.

Mikari blushed as his face got a bit reddened. This wasn't the first time he saw his best friend half-naked and they're both guys so it wasn't such a big deal. It's not that he has any kinds of feeling towards Midora, but he couldn't figure out why anytime he caught this scene from any of his male friends, which included Midora, he felt quite awkward as his heartbeats got quicken.

"Hey, you're okay over there?" Midora called and pulled Mikari back to reality. "Y-Yeah, I'm good..." He bit his lips and gave a smile. Midora just leaned his head, wondering what was his friend was thinking. After putting his usual Dark Mage's uniform on, he walks towards Mikari. "Want to go and breathe some fresh air first?" Midora asked, feeling quite comfortable, but he still keeps his usual calm posture like everyday.

"Yeah, that'd be great." Mikari grinned like a child. Midora just silently shook his head as he puts on his boots and both of them made their ways towards the garden. Stepped out into the open air, Mikari sniffs and took a deep breath. The air was fresh with the atmosphere still a bit cool. The morning sunshine is still quite gentle. Today's gonna be a perfect day.

"Ah... feels good. Usually I would go jogging around town by now." Mikari said with his smile, "Hey, we can go and have some exercises when there are free times. I missed working out with you."

Midora nodded, "Sure, that's a good idea." Mikari giggled. After that, Midora walked to the rock and sat down in meditation form and Mikari also sat down on the grass. Both of them meditated for about 15 minutes and gather their thoughts. When they're done, they decided to go and have breakfast.

"Say," Mikari spoke up as they walked, "could the students wake up by themselves or there are some sort of... well, alarm clocks to wake them up?"

"Yeah, to avoid class tardiness, I've placed an alarming spell around the walls of the students' room. At the exact time, the spell will "goes off" and sent supersonic waves straight to the brains of the ones staying in those students' rooms. Because it only in their heads, it didn't make any noise to the outsiders of the room, but to them, it's going to be REAL loud."

"So, I guess that the sounds will only disappeared once they have woke up, correct?"

"Yes. Most of the newbies complained about this at first, but they'll got used to it." Midora coldly assured.

"Hehe, you're such an little wicked wizard, you know?" Mikari grinned mischiviously.

When they went through the students' quarters, Midora then abruptly stopped then looked at the time on his phone, it was 6:59 AM. "Wait for it..." he said as the clock ticked 7:00 AM. Right after that, Mikari could hear the sounds of students falling off their beds and even some yelling came out from the rooms. It was kinda hilarious to hear those sounds and he has to resist the urge of laughing out loud. "This Academy sure is fun, I don't know what else is waiting for me but I can't wait."

"Just wait and see." Midora said as put his phone back to his robe and both of them continued to walk.




After having their breakfast, Midora and Mikari went to the teachers' office and took the other two demon teachers with them. Together, four of them went to direction the classroom. Standing in front of the door, Midora turned his head and spoke to his collegues, "Remember, teach them with all of your dedication, but if they make mistake, never go easy on them and help them fix it." Then he turned back and opened the door.

With that, the four of them walked in, interrupting all the talking between the students as the room filled with complete silent. Midora stood in front of the desk and began to talked loudly.

"Good morning, all students. I believe that all of us have rested and ready for this morning. And now, I officially announce that the days of training of this year in Survival Kit Academy begin. As you all have known, within your course, you'll learn how to make yourselves better individuals. I believe that, 12 persons sitting in front of us right now will try their very best, passing your own limits and learn from your mistakes."

Midora paused then turned his head to the teachers who are standing in a horizon line, "Allow me to introduce your supervising teachers, who will be the ones to oversee and advise you. I, Midora Kurayami, Headmaster and also a Mage Teacher, will look after group 3. Standing next to me is Mikari Akigawa, a Mage Teacher and the supervising teacher of group 4. The shorter lady here is Embla Brodersson, a Demon Teacher and supervisor of group 1. And last but not least, Sarah Rayne, the Demon Teacher in charge of group 2. I hope that during your time at the Academy, you will listen and follow every advices we give, strictly follow our instructions so that you can better yourself."

After introduction, Midora paused a bit before going on with the first lesson, "As for the first day, we will have different sessions for both Mages and Demons. Four Mages of four group, please follow me and Mikari-sensei to the training room. The rest of the Demon students will learn their introduction lecture with two ladies here. Let our first day begin."

With that said, both Midora and Mikari made their ways out of the classroom. When they're outside, they waited at the other exit for the Mage Students before they head for the training room.

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Kou had risen with the sun, the warm rays alerting her to presence of morning. She turned over in bed slowly and stretched, her fuzzy rabbit ears picking up the sounds the still snoozing Etelka and Hanako. The rabbit demon slid out from underneath the covers, going over to the closet and pulling out an outfit she deemed good for the first day. Kou then made her way over to the bathroom and turned on the shower, discovering that her hair was still pink from last night's encounter with Etelka. It was weird to think that someone could possibly like her, especially since Kou had never found herself especially attractive.

The rabbit shook her head to get the thought out. Today was about focusing on becoming better! She pumped her first in the air in order to psych herself and stepped under the steady stream of hot water, scrubbing until her hair turned blue once more and her fingertips were a bit wrinkled. "It feels so nice to be clean," Kou purred as she dried herself off and pulled on her clothing. When she finally went back into the room the sound of screaming and people falling echoed through the walls, surprising Kou and causing her to jump a few feet in the air. "What the-!" Kou cursed and flung open the door to their room in order to see what could possibly be causing so much excitement, but her ears weren't picking up any sound aside from the pained cries of students.





It was only about an hour later and with a full stomach that Kou sat at one of the desks in the back of the classroom. She noticed she was not the only animal demon in attendance and was actually a bit relieved although Kou couldn't tell if the demon was a kitsune or a nekomura, but figured that she would discover which soon enough. It was then that the Head Master began to speak, a man with dark hair and eyes that matched who carried himself with confidence; Kou instantly hated him.

"Good morning all students. I believe that we are all rested and ready for this morning. And now I officially announce that our training days here at the Survival Kit Academy have begun. As you all know, within your course you'll learn how to make yourselves better individuals; I believe that, the 12 persons sitting in front of us right now will each try their very best, surpassing their own limits and learning from their mistakes."

Kou listened with an expression of determination; yes the rabbit was attending the academy by force just like many other demons but that didn't mean she wasn't prepared to learn how to better herself and properly use her abilities. Kou was attempting to keep a positive attitude about it all, but it was hard when you were working with the species that devoured your family. Her attention was drawn back to Midora once more as he began to announce who would be teaching them all. Their group, Group 1, was assigned to a short but pretty instructor named Embla Brodersson. The woman was clearly a demon herself and Kou wondered how she could have possibly ended up in this position.

"As far as how the first day will work; we will have different training sessions for both Mages and Demons. The four Mages of the four groups, please follow me and Mikari-Sensei to the training room. The rest of the Demon students will receive their introductory lecture with the two ladies here. Let our first day begin!"

Kou watched as Hanako left along with the other three Mages. Her heart rate picked up a beat in excitement as she turned to face the two demon instructors, the real fun was finally about to begin!

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Refraining:

Shiore sat upright in the hospital bed, humming to a playful tune he had heard a few days prior. He glanced beneath the cut out of cloth covering him, there were a few straps of gauze wrapped around his frail chest. ”Owwwww, why was that cat so high up in that tree?” Yes, out of an act of valor and bravery, the boy had attempted to become the hero in a generic scenario, where a cat was stuck in the tree. It happened when he and a few of his classmates were on their way home from school. They were in the middle of chatting about which idol was their favorite, until they waltzed into the scene. Nobody in the general vicinity was tall enough to reach the lowest branch, nor were they versed in climbing up tree trunks. Shiore, being the opportunist, seized the chance to shine. Although his friends were fully aware of his demonic origins, the boy was able to play the role of a human very well. To the extent where he was always perceived as a human of pure bloodline.

He attempted to propel himself up to the first branch, then continue to ascend the tree, save the feline damsel, and save the day. It was foolproof, well, in his mind at least. When he surged towards his target, he accidentally overshot and flew a few meters higher, where there was nothing to grab onto. His descent wasn’t too pleasant. When he awoke, belly-up, he noticed a puff of fur resting on his chest. From what his friends said, he shook the tree so much that the cat lost its balance. But, since cats always land on their feet, it managed to find a soft cushion to break its fall. Sure, he may have received a few fractured ribs, but at least he saved the cat, and had a good laugh with his schoolmates. And that was how he wound up here, examining his own wounds. When Shiore glanced up from the collar of his gown, a middle-aged woman in a nun’s attire was standing before him. Who knew death was so stealthy? ”Idiot boy!” The woman shrieked, tugging tightly on his cheek.

”I’m sorry Aunt Reeeeeeeen. But it was a kitty~” Ren exhaled and shook her head, then squeezed him closer, ”I don’t care if it was a cat, a dog, even the prime minister! You still might be partially human, and even though you are mostly a demon, you are by no means invincible! Who do you think is paying for the bill? You’re lucky you do a lot of good deeds around the town, otherwise you wouldn’t have any donors!” The woman was speaking at a frantic pace, though she couldn’t find a point to truly prove the boy wrong. He wasn’t harmed too much, and the bills were completely covered. The only downside was the amount of school days he was bound to miss. Which, at the most, was roughly two or three. ”Is this how you’ll live your last year of highschool? You know you’re going to that institution next term, right?” What’s it called…” The woman stared at the ceiling fan, tapping her chin as he tried to scrounge around for the name. It was obvious where Shiore had gotten the habit from. Survival Kit Academy. That’s it. Your enrollment has been fully covered, but are you sure you’re ready for dorming? This will be the first time you’re away from the orphanage.” The nun looked at Shiore with a worried expression, dubious thoughts floated in her eyes as they focused on the boy. Furawa was staring blankly out the window, his whitened grin wasn’t present on his face. ”We’ll see, Aunt Ren.”





Back to Reality:

Shiore woke up with a start, the book which had been resting on his chest flew onto his mattress. Yet another glimpse of his past, something here rarely referenced. He had always been a futurist, a person who moved forward and lived for tomorrow. The complete opposite of the stars he was allured by. Ren wasn’t really his aunt, just a nun who ran the orphanage. Though Shiore rarely partook in her sermons, it was nice to pop into them from time to time. The boy had lived a pretty normal life. He had his share of highschool interactions. Friendships made, bonds formed, late night and eleventh hour assignments, he was even confessed to a few times. His playful persona was desirable by some, it seemed. But of course, he had to turn people down, even though it was very uncharacteristic of him. His mind slowly departed from his dream state.

The frequency of his sharp breaths began to slow down, as air began to circulate through his lungs. The room was still dark, and the morning light hadn’t pierced the panes of glass as of yet. Rather than climbing down the bed and potentially waking up his groupmates, who were still fast asleep, he slowly eased him over the edge. With feet first and the weight of a feather, he landed without a sound or a thump. Shiore glanced back at the two, who were still immersed in their dreams. He tiptoed over to his desk and picked up his phone. His blurred vision finally focused on the screen, and he acknowledged the time in his internal clock, ”6:15 AM? Maybe the cafeteria is open?” The rummaged through his bags and produced another set of his attire, the usual black uniform which buttoned across. After a quick wash, change of apparel and the tightening of a tie and scarf, the boy was ready for class. Before he left at thirty ‘til, he stealthily made a cup of espresso, slipped a pair of magnifying glasses onto the nape of his uniform and pocketed his cellphone.

”Rise and shine should be at seven, I think? Might as well go for a walk, then treat myself to something at the cafeteria.” It was a quick trek to the cafeteria, he had some time before it was seven. And when that time finally came around, Shiore could hear screaming from the dormitory, even though he was a ways’ away. ”Wonder what’s happening? I hope Cia-Cia and Liliane aren’t having a celebratory party without me!” He pouted for a few moments, though such an occasion would seem unlikely. If anything, he would be the one to hold such an event. Instead, here he was, sipping from a travel cup and nibbling on a grilled cheese sandwich by his lonesome self. ”Never had one of these. Doesn’t seem very… Japanese.” He recalled the academy being an international school, so cultures were mixed in all cases. Shiore was listening to an electronic song, a number by an English producer. ”Anyways, I should go to class soon. This song is pretty catchy~ Cia-Cia’s homeland has some nice music.” He rose from his seat, discarded his plate and proceeded to the same classroom. Shiore could see the lights of the dorm rooms in the distance, and a few silhouettes moving frenetically. ”Jeeze, did the whole dorm throw a party? Maybe they’re happy about their new comrades?” Little did he know, that they were all in the midst of suffering and despair.

As his classmates strolled into the classroom, some appeared exhausted and shocked. The boy was sitting forward, his mouth buried into the black scarf. ”Woah. Seriously, what happened?” He sat forward in his seat when he saw Akumu finally walk in, ”Sup A-ku-mu-kun~! How’s it going, old man?” The demon sulked with what Shiore presumed were his groupmates. One was a petite young girl, with blood red retinas and a displeased expression. The other looked like he could kill a person with a lock of hair, he seemed more feral than human in complexion. Soon enough, his own teammates entered the room and took their seats. The headmaster began with his speech, which Shiore listened intently to. Still with a covered mouth, he leaned back in his seat and lowered his headphones to his neck. The man was sporting the same dignified expression from yesterday, a man of boldness and pride. When he referenced group two to their teacher, Shiore recalled the description he was given by Liliane yesterday. ”Definitely looks angelic. That’s interesting. Must be pretty fluffy~. And they don’t look fake either. Can’t think of a person who would go to such lengths to craft such genuine extensions.” After the headmaster beckoned for all of the mages and made his departure with Mikari. Shiore glanced over to Acacia, then back to their teachers. Not a lectuuuuuuuuuure.” He thought to himself in denial. The boy wasn’t too fond of lectures or prolonged speeches.

”And, class is in session. Shiore nodded, with a determined look of cheerfulness on his face.

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The sound of the nearby shower spraying to life woke Haruka from her rather light sleep. It felt like she had only slept for a couple hours at most being an unfamiliar place and with the beginning of actual classes on the horizon. Fighting off her desire to just lay back down she sat up with a yawn and stretched her arms into the air. It had been some time since she ate and her stomach was not quiet in its protest of its emptiness. Her desire for a cup of hot tea was also intense, a morning ritual she had grown quite accustomed to back home, she simply hoped the cafeteria here would have some available. After Kou had left the bathroom Hanako took her turn to head in, wash her face, and get dressed.

This rather mundane task however was made quite exciting by the sudden erupting of a most disturbing sound into her mind. And it seemed she wasn't alone in experiencing it as thumps and shouts came from all the rooms around her as well. The assault was thankfully short lived leaving Hanako to simply sigh at the unpleasant experience, such things were to be expected in a magical academy. It was a relatively short trip to the cafeteria where Hanako had a light breakfast and a rather mediocre cup of tea, but it was better than nothing at least.

After rolling into their classroom Hanako took the opportunity to once again scan over the other students and demons assembled here, the diversity was quite impressive. The headmaster stepped in not long after and informed the class of their objectives for the day. Apparently she was going to be going off with the other mages and the mage instructors for some sort of training. Looking over her fellow mages Hanako couldn't help but sigh. None of them looked particularly friendly or approachable. With a shake of her head she strengthened her resolve, she had to give it a shot, and who knows? Maybe they were actually be nice under their rougher exteriors.

And so, putting on her best smile she rolled herself behind the teachers and the other mages curious as to what their first exercise would involve. Whatever it was, Hanako was confident she could handle it after the rigorous schooling she went through daily back at home.

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”Oh my freakin’head!” Cleo cried out of the blue suddenly, hands tugging wildly onto her furry ears as she desperately wished for the noise to stop. It came out of nowhere, and never seemed to end as the feline hissed angrily at no one. ”I will be good I promise, oh dear lords above!” Falling out of bed without her usual grace the girl hit the ground with a thud, thankfully landing on her backside as appose to her dainty face, though her hands were still gripped to the ends of her ears as the ruckus continued for a short while after.

Scrambling to her feet Cleo quickly released her ears, feeling a slight twinge after doing so due to her tight grip, and proceeded to run her fingers through her hair in a bid to make it look more presentable. Brushing down her clothes the girl could hardly do much else, believing she was running late or something along those lines at least, given her very, very rude awakening. Surely her teammates could hear it? They would soon enough, she amusingly thought. ”Guys, we don’t want to be late! I’ll catch you at class!” She called as she hurried out through the door, whether the boys heard would surely be proven later, when she’d next meet them.

That was if she too wasn’t late.

Some time later Cleo eventually arrived at the classroom, panting as she did so before opening the door and sliding into the classroom. So far there were only a few students, though more were quickly pouring in – thankfully. The feline joined the students and quickly headed into the room and took a seat towards the front surprisingly, not really a preference, but she did all the same for whatever reason. It wans’t long after settling into her new seat that the Headmaster arrived with a group of teachers.

“Good morning, all students. I believe that all of us have rested and ready for this morning...” As the man began to speak Cleo could already feel her sleepiness sinking in as his words went on, and on, and on. It wasn’t like she disliked him – she didn’t know him. However, that sharp awakening was not easily forgotten, and the feline just knew he was behind it. However, instantly a pair of fluffy white ears perked upright at the mentioning a particular sentence.

"I, Midora Kurayami, Headmaster and also a Mage Teacher, will look after group 3..."

Raising her head with a daunting look the feline could not believe what she was hearing. ”Oh crap he’s in charge of our group,” She whispered to herself, whining ever so quietly as her ears lowered just a little. ”…Am I being punished already? Pfft.”

”As for the first day, we will have different sessions for both Mages and Demons. Four Mages of four group, please follow me and Mikari-sensei to the training room. The rest of the Demon students will learn their introduction lecture with two ladies here. Let our first day begin.” Cleo watched as the mages began to leave with the two teachers, keeping an eye out for Ichiro before her attention shifed to the two demon teachers in charge of the rest of them. A slight smirk edged it’s way onto her lips as she began to wonder what their first class could be. Just then, she redirected her eyes and quickly scanned the room and got a better look at the other demons in her class – a few slightly intimidating whereas others were perhaps a bit too cute – and there was even a rabbit demon to her surprise, and a familiar face too but she’d leave it for later. Quickly though, she turned and looked to Bugby.

”Psst... These losers ain't got nothin' on us. We’re gonna have real fun, huh?” She could only hope no one misinterpreted that as a challenge. Not that she'd mind. That hellish wake-up call had already set her mood in motion. To pass the time the girl opted to lick the side of her hand and brush it softly against one of her ears, letting out a playful purr as she did so.

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Bad habits eventually have bad outcomes, and with a curfew set in place Etelka did not get a lot of sleep. When she had finally decided to venture out of the castle for the first time the sun did not agree with her eyes, and has never since, twenty plus years of darkness does that. As such she made a habit of traveling during night and hiding and sleeping during the day. This is why now at 7:00 am Etelka was rudely awoken by a terrible screech in her ears after only an hour or two of sleep. The sound caused an ache in her head that quickly went away, and from her perch looking over the side of the bed she saw Ms. Kou scouting the hallways for the sounds source.

No matter how rested she felt, which was negative amounts, Etelka had precious little time to prepare for class. It seemed her Mistress had already departed from the room so she had little to worry about in terms of tending to her whims, and that also meant the bathroom was most certainly available. She cleaned herself, dried herself, and then put on her dress in time to make it to class on time, although on an empty stomach. Etelka payed little mind on the position of her seat other then to avoid the side of the room near windows, she was exhausted and mostly just wanted to rest her eyes until it was time to 'learn'.

Of course she didn't get to rest long before the Headmaster arrived and addressed the students. It was mostly endless rabble Etelka barely cared to acknowledge, but eventually the demons were segregated from the mages and the two demon teachers were left to stare at their class. Etelka was not excited about this current classroom, she didn't even care to acknowledge her classmates existence, other demons would just either turn her on or annoy her. Adjusting herself to have good posture she kept her gaze on the teachers out front, hers was apparently the one with the creepy furred appendages, not that she liked the 'angel' wings any better.

Both of them bored her immensely, the one called Embla was down right unattractive to her and gave off no aura of particular power, and Ms. 'Angel' was also unexciting to look at and plain. Neither of them looked particularly strong and she was tempted to stare at their eyes and chomp on lip just to she what emotion would expand, but no that wasn't how to treat ones 'superiors', so she decided to simply wait for the lesson to start.

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Character Portrait: Cleo Gardenia Character Portrait: Ichiro Ogura Character Portrait: Hanako Minami Character Portrait: Etelka Lantos Character Portrait: Acacia Lance Character Portrait: Bugby Marshall
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Acacia Lance
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Dreams were not something Acacia was accustomed to. They'd float around in her mind a few seconds after she awoke, but they'd also disappear just as quickly. She probably woke up around the same time as Shiore, but she had stayed in her bed, staring at the bunk above her. She wanted to dream. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. She did dream, but she never remembered those dreams. Sometimes, she wondered what she dreamed about. Her biological parents maybe? She shook her head and sat up, deducing that several minutes had already passed. Shiore had left and she could barely make out Liliane's soft breathing. Whether or not the mage was actually awake, she wasn't sure. Even so, she didn't want to bother her.

She quietly got out of her bed and straightened out the skirt of her nightgown. Comfortable as they were, they almost always ended up crooked. The smell of Shiore's coffee still lingered in the air as she rummaged through one of her two suitcases and withdrew a simple dress. She changed in the bathroom, checking her phone every few minutes. Honestly, she had no idea what the time difference between England and Japan were. As she brushed her hair, she hummed a lullaby under her breath. It was a song she'd known her entire life, but one she did not know the orgin was, as strange as it seemed.

A quick stop at the cafeteria led to Acacia enjoying a scone and then she was in the classroom, seconds before class actually started. She sat down a little bit of distance from Shiore, already feeling out of place among the other students. When she mages and Liliane left, she felt even more alone. She glanced at her blue-haired companion for some comfort. She was someone who needed comfort.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Acacia Lance Character Portrait: Shiore Furawa Character Portrait: Liliane Auringer Character Portrait: Sarah Rayne
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Liliane's rest was abruptly interrupted when a loud, shrill, sound seemed to be all around her. She immediately got up from her bunk mentally preparing herself for whatever drill or training she was going to go through today but when she stood up Lili realized she was in a dorm room. Not her sleeping quarters from the training facility. Before she could pinpoint where the sound was coming from it stopped just as quickly as it came. She noticed that Shiore and Cia were already gone. Lili only had enough time to get dressed at get to class and perhaps enjoy the coffee that her roommate had brewed.

After changing into a skirt and t-shirt Liliane observed herself in the mirror. She may have been a trained soldier but first and foremost she was a teenage girl. She hoped that the shirt wasn't slim fitting enough to make any of her toned arms stand out. She didn't have any obvious muscles but they were built enough for someone to notice she worked out at least a little bit. She put her hair into a ponytail and slid her boots on. After grabbing a cup of the coffee she was out the door.

She arrived to the class at a decent time and took a seat. It started a little later than she though. Shiore was already there but Acacia still wasn't. She recognized the people from the orientation, especially the ones with features that stood out. She immediately, pointed out the girl with rabbit ears but the girl with cat ears was someone she didn't recognize. Maybe she came after the orientation because there was no way Liliane would miss her. Before she could scan the room anymore the headmaster entered the room and began his next speech. She immediately, noticed Sarah and, in turn, was noticed as well because the teacher gave Lili a smile and a nod. After the headmaster finished his speech he stated that there would be two classes divided to be consisting of a class directed towards mages and another class directed towards demons. She heard that Sarah and the other teacher would be in charge of teaching the demons and Liliane felt a ping of disappointment. The mages were asked to stand and follow the headmaster and another teacher to a classroom in a different location leaving the demons in the previous room. Lili was mentally prepared for whatever happened. She needed to be stronger and gain more knowledge if she ever expected to get where she wanted to be as a mage.

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Character Portrait: Cleo Gardenia Character Portrait: Kou A. Usagi Character Portrait: Acacia Lance Character Portrait: Bugby Marshall Character Portrait: Midora Kurayami Character Portrait: Mikari Akigawa
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Sarah woke up with a start. Despite the air conditioning she was still sweating excessively. She clutched her head as she lay, sitting up, reflecting on the reoccurring nightmare that has been haunting her ever since the people that took care of her left this world. The thought of them made her look at the painting on the canvas she had just finished the night before. It was a painting of the old couple. A soft smile eternally placed on their faces. Sarah almost smiled every time she looked at an old photo of them but then the cruel realization that she would never see them again would make itself known. She wished they could tell her what the nightmare was. It most likely held a clue as to who she was before she was found by them.

Sarah's eyes drifted to the clock. It was thirty minutes before her alarm was set for. Due to the nightmare, she was wide awake. She felt uncomfortable being covered in sweat and immediately decided to take a shower. When she stepped into the shower only the dream was on her mind. Even as she washed herself, it was absent minded. No matter how many times she had it only the same bits and pieces could be remembered.

Sarah cut off the shower and after drying herself off she flapped her wings rapidly before placing a towel, specifically to fit around her wings, on them. She walked to her closet and noticed that she did, indeed, have a stove. She cooked a lot where she used to live. It was something the lady had taught her and Sarah loved doing it. She didn't have anything in the refrigerator so cooking wasn't going to happen this morning. She put on her long skirt, black t-shirt, and denim jacket. There were slits in the back of all of her tops so that her wings could fit through them. She had a packet prepared with what she planned on doing for the class she would be teaching.

After placing on her boots and placing the packet in her satchel she dug in her jacket to take out a pack of cigarettes. She took one out and grabbed her lighter off the night stand. She lit the cig and placed it to her lips. She was told if she smoked she wouldn't look so innocent. Something about smokers gave them an edge. Of course the cigarettes she possessed weren't bad. Not like it would matter if Sarah really was a demon or nonhuman being. The cigarettes were made of special herbs that were said to have a special property. They revitalized the body instead of eating away at it as regular cigarettes did. The ingredients to make them was a gift from the old couple Sarah would remember for as long as she lived.

Upon arriving to the classroom she put out the cig before stepping inside. The other instructors were there and Sarah nodded to them in greeting. Midora told her that for today Sarah and Embla would be the instructors for all of the new demons while the two mages would take the other mage students to a separate class to teach them. Soon the students started piling into the classroom. Sarah kept an eye out for her group and sure enough Shiore walked in first out of the three. Liliane stepped in second and the two met eye contact. Sarah smiled and nodded at the girl as she sat down. Acacia was one of the last students to enter the classroom before the headmaster finally gave his speech.

During this time Sarah looked each of her students over. It was no different than a regular classroom. There would be the people that wanted to learn, the ones that thought they were above this, the class clowns, etc. The only difference was that these students were being forced to act correctly. Whether they liked it or not. Sarah was here to teach the ones that had defiance and rebellion in the back of their heads, to behave. Sarah would personally like all of the students accept the teachings and act with integrity.

After the headmaster gave his speech him and Mikari escorted the other mages out of the class. It was just Sarah and Embla now facing the judgmental stares of the new demon students. Without a word Sarah picked up a dry erase marker from the base of the whiteboard and wrote her last name.

"Good morning, class. My name is Sarah Rayne. You may call me miss Rayne or, for you still not quite warmed up to the idea of being in a place like this, just call me Rayne for the time being. Later on in time I will expect to be addressed as what's written on this board." Sarah retrieved her packet out from her satchel and laid in on the desk that was to the corner of the room.

"I know some of you consider this place more as a prison than an institution. I get that you probably aren't fond of the mages that hold control over you. Just know that me and Ms. Brodersson are also demons. In this place it would be wise to make allies of us if you have not adjusted to the mages. I'm actually a very kind person but i will not put up with any type of rebellion. I will shut it down where it starts and I will make sure to pull it out from its roots." Sarah stayed silent to let the seriousness of her words sink in. As she looked around the room it was obvious who seemed to take her warning seriously and who didn't.

"I want each of you to take the small packet I have here on the desk. There are pencils here as well. It's just an assessment so I can see what each of you do and do not know. I'd hate to cover a subject that everyone already understands. Once each of you grab a packet and a pencil I'd like to have introductions start. That way we can get to know each other. If you don't want to say anything about yourself then just your name and group will do." There. Sarah's part was finished for now. She went to take a seat behind her desk that the papers and pencils were on. There was another desk for Embla and Sarah figured if she had anything to say then now would be the perfect time, before the test started.