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Aslan Portegar

"When you're looking for a fight you better be ready to actually do it. . ."

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a character in “Tyrillia Academy”, as played by Green~Apple

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Full Name:: "My name is not to be forgotten. . ." Aslan Portegar
Theme Song:: "I swear, if you laugh I will turn your face inside out. . ." The Offspring - Cruising California
Gender:: "How dare you say you could not tell!. . ." Male
Age:: "I am more than capable of caring for myself. . ." Eighteen
Rank:: "Don't speak to me, misfit. . ." Blue Blood
Sexuality:: "I will tell you but that does not mean I am searching for anyone. . ." Straight

Appearance:: "I know I look good, but these are some new shoes you see. . ." Aslan is your classical thick blond hair boy with blue eyes you can never stop gazing into, he tall with a strong build and is what his father calls a female magnet. Apparently Aslan get's it from his father's side of the family. . . He has a soft face with a nice smile when he wants, but can give off a very scary expression when he's angry or just slept badly. He also has his father's taste in clothes, or more like that's what everyone thinks. Aslan wears a lot of renaissance clothes and they look good on him but when there is no one that is connected to his father around he will wear casual clothes in which he feels more comfortable.
Personality:: "You can judge me, but I really don't care. . ." Aslan is the cocky stereotype Blue Blood, he likes the fact that he has power and lineage but he also likes to pick fights for no reason. His attitude has cost him many family complaints and a lot of injuries. He has anger issues which his parents have been trying to cure but they seem to get worse every time Aslan goes to see a specialist. . . the reason is because Aslan doesn't need a specialist but needs his parents around. Aslan needs the friendship and love of parents he never got so he fights in hope that he can feel better afterwards, but his violent behavior has only made his parents distance themselves. Alsan tries everything to make his parents proud.
Likes:: "I don't usually share about this, but. . ."
✔ Being in the sun
✔ The sea
✔ Looking up to his father
✔ Eating meat
✔ Fighting
✔ Basketball
Dislikes:: "Since I'm telling you then you better not do any of it. . ."
✘ The family business
✘ Misfits
✘ Losing
✘ Winter
✘ People insulting his family
✘ Clingy people
Fears:: "Is this really necessary?. . ."
~ Falling for a misfit
~ Being hated by his parents
~ Losing Babur
Relationship:: "It is the least important thing. . ." He isn't currently crushing on anyone, but he did have a girlfriend and slept with her, then they stopped seeing each other.
Skills:: "As a Blue Blood my duty is to be strong and not easy to defeat. . ." Aslan played a lot of basketball with his father and gained reflexes and technique, when his father got too busy to play Aslan started sword play because he could do it on his own. He has perfected both basketball and sword play and now works on hand-to-hand combat.
Clubs:: "Clubs will bring me more prestige. . . and maybe even a good fight. . ." Basketball, Fencing and Boxing

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Name of Bond:: "If you dare comment on his name I don't think only I will want to kil you. . ." Babur
Race of Bond:: "He is not just a lion. . ." The Nemean Lion, with a golden pelt impervious to attacks and with claws sharper than any sword can cut through any armor.
Personality of Bond:: "Differences are what makes us close. . ." Babur is much calmer than Aslan, he thinks before he does or says anything and has such a soothing voice and gentle eyes. Babur will usually be found lying in the sun passing through a window or outside in the grass, he will never start a fight and he will even try to calm the one picking a fight with him or else Aslan arrives and then the battle begins. Without Babur around, Aslan would be in more than just fights, he would be in Child Correction separated from Babur and being harshly educated.
Babur is a kind and very social lion who loves children and even though he is humongous people are not afraid of him because he moves slowly and is always polite. . . unlike SOMEONE! *cough* Aslan *cough* And he gets a long very well with Sayer's Bond Xanthus.
Skills of Bond:: "He is the only one I admit to being stronger than me. . ." Babur has amazing physical strength and cannot be killed by a simple man-made weapon so Aslan would train on Babur's fur to train for the sword. His claws are sharper than swords and he has killer instincts that he doesn't let get rusty so he goes hunting for his own food.

History:: "I don't need your pity, but if you want my fist in your face just say so. . ." Aslan lived the good life; perfect food, perfect home, girls all around, respect and lineage. There was nothing wrong with it and he went to the best schools. He met Sayer. . . Aslan's and Sayer's parents said that their friendship would bring much pride to both families but let's just say that friendship between them would be a miracle. The surprising thing is that Aslan never picks a physical fight with Sayer unless he is really pissed off.
It was when he turned into a teenager, right after his parents had sent his inscription documents to Tyrillia Academy that he started fighting. His parents left for months leaving him alone with Babur and his grandparents (who weren't much company) and they would take care of commerce business in the other countries. Aslan hated the solitude and when they came back home and he tried to talk to them all he would hear was how Aslan would soon take over the family business. Rage took him over and he started to fight, a lot. He almost wasn't accepted into Tyrillia Academy but then Babur calmed him and told him that if he stopped fighting he would get accepted into the academy with full internship and make friends then he wouldn't have to worry about his parents.
It's what he did. . . but the anger still brews inside of him.
Family:: "It's a little hard to trace backwards. . ."

Father - Goeff Portegar
Mother - Quilla Portegar
Grandma - Beth-Anne Portegar
Grandpa - Henri Portegar
Grandma - Deceased
Grandpa - Joed Deryme

Other:: "I guess this is your last question?. . ." He can't stand Sayer because he knows the guy is just pretending to enjoy being with Aslan so Aslan is mean with him all the time in hope that Sayer will finally show Aslan that he dislikes him.

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So begins...

Aslan Portegar's Story

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Berach Vulian
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Tyrillia Academy The Start of School

It's around 8a.m. and all of the students have gathered in the Auditorium still with their luggage and not yet appointed to their dorms. They are with their Bonds and await in the dark of the large room facing the stage sitting in blue velvet seats.


Aslan Portegar

Since he was a part of the Student Council and most of all the President, Aslan was waiting behind stage with Babur and his luggage that had been left in a corner. Again another year at this school and again another speech to the worthless students that could never be better than him, but he wondered if maybe this year he could find better fights.
"Aslan, you're up in ten minutes, right after the head master," said Berach Vulian the sports teacher.
Between Berach and Aslan was either a very tight relationship of rival respect or just utter hatred. Aslan sure did miss the teacher though, but he didn't tease too much because he was still a little tired. After waking up late during the whole vacation and suddenly waking up early for school, Aslan was exhausted.

The Head Master went up on the stage after the curtains had pulled to the side and he was welcomed by a round of a plause that stopped when he spoke into the three microphones on the podium in the middle of the stage.
"Welcome students, you have all been accepted into my special creation, Tyrillia Academy, despite your rankings and differences," he spoke with such ease and seemed to captivate all the attention, "I am you Head Master but this is the only time you will see me and if I must be seen again in front of the whole school then nothing good with come out of it, so before that happens I want to clarify the rules:
You know your basic rules, treat others as you would like to be treated and so on and so forth, but I have more to add. . . It's more of a warning than a rule but I will advise you to think twice before going against it. Teachers are stronger than you and they are smarter so do not try anything stupid around them, which brings me to my second warning. You can fight but teachers will be sure that you will never want to fight again.
And with no further a dew, I give you your Student Council President, Aslan Portegar!
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Aslan walked up to the podium followed by Babur who sat next to the podium once Aslan had said, "What's up! Well, since you all know who I am then you know what I can do and that would be communicating all information to teachers and the Head Master, but I don't do all of this work alone so I will present you the rest of my crew before giving you more information about this school."
Aslan put himself side ways to present the people who would walk up onto the stage once he called their names.
"First we have the teachers; Luvia Ortenze Kichur and her bond, Zisey, Special Bonds Class, Jenniphael Durmaneand her bond, Dzidzi, Basic Learning Class, Berach Vulian and his bond, Sulimon, Sports Class and also Raven Jerold and his bond, Bethany, the Social Councilor. For a heads up, Berach Vulian is the one who checks up when lights are out in the dorms and I recomend that you turn them off before Sulimon sees that they're still on, also you can go to them if you have any problems but Mr. Jerold is here for that."

After the teachers were all presented they went to one side of the stage to make room for the whole Student Council that Aslan presented one by one along with their Bonds.
Vice-President: Sayer Redmond, Xanthus
Secretary: Karmen Craft, Fiona
Treasurer: Lara Wiles, Leaf
PR: Olivia Wiles, Aqua
Disaplinary Commity Heads: Arcadia Wiles, Pyra and Girardo Beyk, Matheus
Clubs/Sports: Erath Potane, Torekani
Pages(Runners): Eilonwy Shior, Sheela and Hayley Highmore, James

Everyone stayed on stage when Aslan had presented them all and then he faced the rest of the students, "The only thing left to talk about is the schedule and the dorms. You have all been given a schedule (look at the main Information of the RP), respect it and you won't get into any trouble. On the weekends, those of you who have family can leave and those of you who don't stay. Also parents and family can come and visit but only after having spoken with me so that I can get the Head Masters clearance to let them in which usually they can.
Now for the dorms, when you exit the Auditorium the teachers will be on the side of the doors and you will show them you acceptance letter in an orderly fashion for them to give you your key. In your dorm you have been paired up with another student that has a Bond with the same needs as yours, if there is somehow a problem between the both of you changes can be made but you must see it with me.
For those who are sign up in clubs Erath Potane will be the one to give you any information or heads up about things other than that you normally attend to your activities. After i am finished, you will all attend to your dorms, speak with each other, socialize and explore until the day is over and the lights are out.
Enjoy the school and have a very wonderful year.
"

The lights in the room went dim and the teachers left to open the doors so the kids would get their jeys and leave to their dorms. Berach Vulian had already handed Aslan his key to Room F.

"So are you ready Babur?"
"Yet another year, I can't wait," answered the very large golden pelted lion.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Eilonwy Shior Character Portrait: Aoide Ranger
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Eilonwy
Eilonwy could feel the annoyance and anger coming off of Rane without even standing near her. She had seemed happy this morning, since she had somehow mixed things up so she'd be attending as Rane the commoner and not Aoide the blue blood.
Eilonwy even knew why Rane was angry as she walked onto the stage with a slight smile on her face, Sheela perched on her shoulder. She was angry because Eilonwy had accepted her role in the Student Council which Rane had called "a little better than servitude" and was pleased about it.
Sheela turned her head so she could just barely breathe into Eilonwy's ear. "Something tells me we have to watch out for pranks on the Student Council. Oh, boy, this is going to be fun!"
Eilonwy nodded, the slightest bit worried. Rane could do the craziest things with no regard for anything once something got her started. "Come on, no sense in worrying about that now. Let's just go get the key, get settled in, and then find Rane and Trion."
Saying that, she walked off the stage and into the mass of people, quickly showing her acceptance letter and picking up her key. "Room I, huh? I wonder what kind of Bond my roommate has, and how the room's been set up. Do you?"
Sheela answered in an affirmative and they both left the auditorium for the dorm, both conscious of the gaze of glaring red eyes as they left.

Aoide
Aoide knew it was illogical for her to be angry, but why was Eilonwy so happy about being put into practical servitude? Sure, Eilonwy liked helping people, but it seemed more like they were taking advantage of all that!
She glared at the stage as Aslan went on and on, introducing every council member. She did not like him. She had only heard him and seen him now, but he already irked her, probably just because he was a more typical blue blood. She grumbled something impolite under her breath.
Trion seemed to find it amusing. Don't you think you're being too harsh on him, Aoide?
Just call me Rane, you annoyingly pesky creature!
She mentally yelled at him, tuning out everything else. Right now, her Bond was curled around her neck, almost blending in with her white hair, which was let down. From a distance, she seemed to not have a Bond.
I'm not so pesky when I'm big, am I? Trion was definitely amused at this point.
Aoide rolled her eyes. I'm rolling my eyes at you. Do you hear that?
She looked back at the stage as Aslan finished his speech, sighing in relief. Now that that's over with, let's find the key and my roommate. Why can't Eilonwy and me be roommates? I don't want a weird stranger!
Aoide didn't wait for an answer and glared at Eilonwy and Sheela as they left the room before going out the doorway and showing her own letter, the one that called her Rane. The one addressed to Lady Aoide had mysteriously disappeared. She looked at the key to her dorm, Room A.
Let's go, Rane. Putting it off won't get you anywhere and you'll still have to meet a stranger. Who knows, maybe they'll be nice.
She made a slight face before leaving for her dorm.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Sayer Redmond Character Portrait: Wren Braillian
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Sayer Redmond

It was good to be back. While the idyllic days of summer were nice for a week or so Sayer had quickly grown bored of the relaxed pace. He had quickly driven himself to near insanity trying to find activities that would fill up his time. So while the majority of the student council went onto the stage with dark circles under their eyes and forced smiles Sayer went onto stage in a mood that was positively cheery. Even the fact that some bozo had yet again decided that Aslan was the perfect fit for student body president couldn't dampen his mood by too much. But, such was fate, and truth be told Aslan was pretty decent when it came to speeches. As the ceremony on stage came to an end Sayer quietly moved off the stage and into the crowd that was by no means "orderly."

Moving slowly and calmly through the sea of stampeding students he patiently waited his turn until he received his dorm assignment and key. As he walked down the hallway, moving carefully out of the way of a girl who'd decided that sprinting in zig zags was the best way to reach her destination, Sayer carefully went through his mental checklist. His bond Xanthus was by his side (frolicking with people that passed him by in the hall,) his luggage was all in order, he had his schedule tucked carefully into his pocket, and his room key was in hand. As Sayer reached this point in the checklist he looked up and discovered that he had reached his destination.

Wren Braillian

Good grief speeches were boring, Wren thought to her self as she stared up at the ceiling. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, blatantly ignoring whatever it was that Aslan was saying. Wren zoned back into reality when everyone started to rush towards the doors of the auditorium, jostling her in the process.
"What did I miss?" Ren asked the small snake curled around her ear.
If snakes could roll their eyes then tally would have as she replied, "Basically you have to go outside of the auditorium, show your documents to some teachers, and grab the key to your dorm."
Wren nodded, looking around at the crowd before her. It could take ages to make any progress in the direction of the doors. There was no way she was going to try making it through that crowd. She stood at elbow height and would probably end up getting a black eye within the first few minutes. Ignoring the strange looks of fellow students Wren climbed up on top of her seat. From their she made her way to the doors of the auditorium, precariously perching herself on the top of each seat before striding on to the next.

When she jumped down near the doors she gave an award winning smile to the other students who were looking at her in the same way they would regard a fish who had decided it would prefer to live on land. Moving into the hallways she made a beeline for the shortest line to receive her room key. Unfortunately for that turned out to be the shortest line because it was the wrong line. After waiting an extra twenty minutes Ren was scowling when she finally received her room Key. Now she was in trouble, no doubt her room mate would reach the room before her and snag the best bed. Well, that wasn't going to happen. So Wren took off at break neck speed, zig zagging across the hallway towards her room.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Samuel Yesil Character Portrait: Suren Todd
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"For all that is dark and holy, this human's take their damn time." Kivuli said to suren, who was sitting right beside her. "Shhh. Kivuli, I am trying to listen." She scolded her Bond. After Aslan had finished giving his speech, Kivuli picked up her head, "You know, I wouldn't mine fighting that lion of his." She said, savoring the oppertunity to fight a blue-blood bond. "He would kill me in seconds, Kivuli, now come on, we need to get our room key, and remember, no setting things on fire, got it." "No promises."

Suren was looking around the room and noticed a guy with a fox and dog, "Twin bonds, cool." She thought as she handed her papers over and got a key that said she was in room 'H'. "Come on, Kivuli." She said, as she was walking away, noticing all the different type of people around her, and Kivuli was sizing up everyone in case of a fight.

They arrived at their room rather quickly, people tend to avoid flaming wolves from Hell, so they usually made good timing. "Ok, looks like we are here first, good. I need to go to the bathroom, be right back." She said, and made her way to the restroom, while Kivuli was looking around and noticed a pillow bed, but Suren put her head out and said, "Set anything that isn't ours on fire, and I swear I will give you a bath." She said, and Kivuli knew this was a serious threat. She hated baths, and water in genereal. So she sat on the pillow bed and tried to light it on fire, but it would catch, "Smart, they gave me something non-flamable." Kivuli thought and put her head down on her paws.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Aubrey Mooreson
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Aubrey blinked into the dark of the auditorium, big like the rest of the school that she’d seen so far. She made her way to a slightly less empty section in the middle of the audience and sat in an aisle seat, with Bren beside her. She kept a firm hand on his shoulder, to remind him to sit still and take up as little room as possible, and for this gave him an apple to munch on while she hefted her luggage into the seat next to her and got a look around as her eyes adjusted and others yet filed in. It was pretty astonishing to see so many types of people and their Bonds, big and small, common and rare, and it made her feel a bit less uncomfortable about having a griffon sitting beside her. She turned to smile at him and he nuzzled her cheek, reassuring her as he felt her unease. Then lights flashed onto the stage and people entered; the Headmaster, a nice enough man, and then a teenager possibly a bit older than Aubrey herself. She liked the look of his bond, but as he introduced himself as student council president, it was pretty obvious he was of high birth. Aubrey tried to listen nicely and give him the benefit of the doubt; not all blue bloods and nobles would be snobs, right?

She watched all the teachers enter, searching their faces to try and guess personalities. The basic learning teacher seemed so sweet right off the bat, Aubrey hoped the others wouldn’t be too hard as well. From there she let her mind wander, half listening to the instructions she’d already gone over many times.

When the stage lights dimmed and the people and their bonds left it, Aubrey got up with the rest of the audience, making her way across to the teachers. She nodded and uttered a small ‘thanks’ when she got her key to dorm F, grateful to join the flow of students heading to the dorms. Upon finding the hallway of the dorms, Aubrey made her way through the alphabetic doors until she turned and stopped in front of ‘F’. She glanced down at the ever-eager Bren, and unlocked the door.

It had the basic furniture of any comfortable bedroom, doubled of course, with the exception of a large shelf higher on the wall, holding another bed. Aubrey set her bags down beside one of the two empty beds, and smiled brightly at Bren who was already trotting around and sniffing everything. “How cool is this?” she said to him. The room was built as if for her specific bonded type, and she wondered if other dorms were similarly created. She watched happily as Bren easily made his way to the bed above hers, a perfect place for him.

Aubrey opened one bag and put a few things around her area, as if to fully mark it, glad that she had made it to the room first, though she would be interested to see who her roommate would be. She sat on the edge of her bed, wondering what she would do the rest of the day. They had the whole day to explore campus and meet the other students, so maybe she would wait awhile and meet her roomie before going and wandering around.

Watching Bren explore the room happily, sometimes turning to look at her or circling her before going back around the room, Aubrey began to feel excited for this school year.

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Amalthea Oprah
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Amalthea Oprah

She hated the sight of the guy! Aslan Portegar, even his name ticked her off, it was so high and mighty and she knew that he thought the same thing and liked it. But the lame Blue Blood Aslan to her, was a pile of shit next to any person who struggles and fights to get where they wont to get.
"Damn schmuck!" Amalthea whispered to herself as he gave the speech.
"You really shouldn't be saying that about the President," Sloan said.
Since he was two times the size of a regular dog, Sloan stayed in the walk way next to Amalthea who was seated on a velvet blue chair near the walkway.
"Don't you dare tell me that you weren't thinking the same thing!" Amalthea knew he was because they were exactly the same when it came to their opinion on people.

After the ceremony was FINALLY over, Amalthea grabbed her large duffle bag and ran out the door before it could get too crammed with people. She showed her letter to that teacher called Berach Vulian, he seemed nice and she would have spoken to him but he also looked very busy so she got her key to Room B and headed to where it would be.

The room was simple, just like any ordinary intern school room but she had already attended this school and had gotten a similar room last year. She knew that all she had to do was slide the large door on one of the walls and it gave into a cave. Sloan ran into the cave all the way to the edge where it became a ledge. Amalthea had always thought about jumping off the ledge of the cave and into the water of the lake. . .
"Not right now though, I'm too tired," Amalthea had traveled quite a lot to get to the academy but most of the way she rode on Sloan, "By the way Sloan?"

The giant three headed, gray pelted dog had fallen asleep in the cave and so Amalthea went to sit against his massive body. She just looked out the cave and wondered which dragon Sloan would end up sleeping with this time. She wondered if she would end up with her last bunk mate.

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Aslan Portegar

He ventured through the halls followed by Babur who yawned a lot which exposed his large fangs that could easily tear through armor so the other students bowed their head down respectfully. Aslan hated people like them, people who thought that just by showing Aslan that he was better then them without even fighting and thinking that he would think better of them. People like that were just scum to his eyes. People like them weren't worth his time.

Aslan slid his key into the door and opened the door only to find a simple, but not quite pale young girl with freckles sprinkling her face. She was observing her Bond, a griffin, who was flying around and exploring the not very large room. Aslan had once again been paired up with some good for nothing person who would probably be just like everyone else he came across, and not only that, she was younger than him too.
Great, so not only am I stuck with scum but I also have to babysit, Aslan complained to himself.

He set his large luggage on the bed the girl hadn't already commandeered with all of her affairs that had invaded half of the room. He didn't mind the girl spread out her belongings so she wouldn't feel homesick but it made Aslan remember how much of a family he didn't have. Because of that feeling he was already detesting the girl even though it wan't her fault so he decided that he wouldn't even say hello. . . unlike Babur.

"Hello, I'm Babur," the giant lion went to present himself kindly towards the girl and the griffin, "and don't mind the cranky blonde, he just hasn't been sleeping all that well."

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Character Portrait: Aslan Portegar Character Portrait: Walker McMullin
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Walker stood at the doors to the auditorium, smirking as Mr. Narnia went through what sounded to him like the most hollow speech ever given. He had woken up late, thanks to his alarm clock suddenly breaking down on him, and had been lucky enough for Brenna to be willling to give him a lift to the school. Then again, when your Bond is essentially a horse on fire, the lift she provides is anything but pleasant, but not without perks. As they had ridden to school, some noble walking outside had tripped, and his morning donut that he was going to enjoy went up in the air and had ended up in Walker's hand, solving the breakfast problem. Once he had reached the main area, Brenna shapeshifted into a rabbit and hopped into his backpack, allowing the two of them to be lucky enough to not get caught by anyone as they made their way to the assembly and got to the door. He felt it best to stand at the entrance as long as Aslan was speaking. His luck held out, making him unnoticeable as he entered save for the few other misfits that hung around the entrance. Upon the end of the speech, he went and got his key, proceeding to his room. It now seems like a good time to point out how probability distorts around Walker and Brenna. Say they were trying to shoot a moving target. If they had about a 1/100 chance that they would hit it, they would probably miss. However, the more improbable it is that something will happen, the more likely it becomes for them to succeed. As Walker likes to put it, "A one in one hundred chance is unlikely, but everyone knows one in a million is a sure thing." It just so happened that as he stepped into the room, he tripped on the doorjamb and his suitcases flew through the air. However, the suitcases not only landed right by the closet, but also ended up opening as they landed, making his unloading of clothes that much easier!

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When she heard the door open, Aubrey stood and turned apprehensively to see who could be walking in. Her blue-green eyes fell upon the face of Aslan Portegar, and for a moment held confusion. I didn't realize these dorms were co-ed… she thought, held tilted to one side. Bren returned to her side, eyeing the Lion, and she jumped just the tiniest bit when he spoke.

"Hello, I'm Babur, and don't mind the cranky blonde, he just hasn't been sleeping all that well. This made Aubrey smile, and she nodded pleasantly to Babur, then addressed both the boy tossing his bags almost frustratedly onto the second bed and his bonded with her own wary greeting.

"I'm Aubrey Mooreson, and this is Bren," she said, resting her hand on the griffon's feathered head. "Nice to meet you." she added after a moment, trying to ignore what looked like the beginnings of a scowl on Aslan's otherwise quite handsome face. She gratefully decided on not holding out a hand to shake, as he seemed to be more or less preoccupied.

She worried faintly if they wouldn't get along, but maybe he was just tired, like Babur suggested. However she wasn't going to be the one to try to start an awkward conversation, and if Aslan was cranky, she didn't want to provoke him. She sat back on her bed, bringing her legs up to cross. She glanced at Bren, making sure he wouldn't be poking around the other pair's belongings, and made a note to get him outside sooner rather than later. But would it be rude to leave now? Would Aslan, or more likely Babur want to chat? Aubrey bit her lip and picked up some papers, going over her schedule again and added some notes to keep herself momentarily busy.

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Amalthea Oprah

She had almost started closing her eyes as she lied down against Sloan but then she heard the door to the dorm open and she stood up to go greet who ever came through it. WOW! Was her first reaction. He had amazing red hair and wore sunglasses which she wondered why he didn't remove them because they were indoors. She was about to walk over to him and shake his hand but a small red dragon sniffed her and Sloan who had also stood up to greet the new comers.

"Misfits, I suppose?" The little dragon said with an almost thundering voice.

"Please Forgive Matheus, he's just being really tiring"

Amalthea wasn't liking the Bond but was appreciating her roommate a little better. She stuck her tongue out at the dragon who left into the cave followed by Sloan who went to lie down once again and the dragon did the same. Amalthea turned her attention to the red haired boy who started taking out his stuff and she noticed his different pair of sunglasses which were really starting to intrigue her.
"What's your name?" The guy asked.

"I'm Amalthea Oprah, but you can call me Ama if you want," she answered quickly without losing sight of those sunglasses, "And who are you? Also, what is up with the sunglasses!"

Aslan Portegar

The girl presented herself normally which sort of made Aslan feel more comfortable. She was the first person today to now boy her head and not even say he name or a polite welcome to him. Maybe she wasn't all that bad but Aslan still felt like a babysitter.
"Well, I'm Aslan but I think you already know that," Aslan said after falling backwards onto his bed.

"You could at least say, nice to meet you Aubrey and Bren," Babur scolded him.

"Whatever, I'm tired remember," Aslan put his hands behind his head.

He didn't feel like unpacking, he didn't feel like moving, he didn't feel like doing anything as a matter of fact because he knew that sooner or later Sayer would come. Sayer, the boy who was supposedly his childhood friend even though they didn't like each other. Sayer the boy that doesn't have the guts to tell Aslan how much he dislikes him and instead pretends to enjoy being together with him all because his family willed them to get along.
Why was Aslan thinking about Sayer? He had another person in his room at the moment and Aslan hadn't seen Sayer ever since the morning ceremony. He shifted to his side on the bed and stared into the blue-green eyes of the small girl.
"So what ranking are you anyways?" He didn't really know what else to say and he felt like testing the girl to see if she would stick up for herself or crumble down in front of the all mighty Aslan Portegar.

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Sayer Redmond

Sayer entered the room just in time to view Walkers spectacular suitcase landing/fall. Raising his eyebrows slightly, but not saying a word, he placed his luggage on the bed. Ignoring Walker for a few minutes he carefully unpacked his neatly folded clothing into the wardrobe. the next thing he did was to place his model of the school on top op the wardrobe. Satisfied that his unpacking was finished he turned to Walker.
Sayer didn't waste too much time on words, "I'm Say Redmond. It's a pleasure to meet you Walker."

With a polite smile he moved away from walker to the door. Sayer had to go find Aslan, chances were the guy hadn't even unpacked his stuff yet and was just waiting for Sayer to show up so he could tell him to do it. Ah, but such was the life of the lackey. Sayer had tried really hard to convince his family that the alliance was not needed this summer, but they had not agreed. So now he was stuck with Aslan, again.

Turning to Walker before he left Sayer said, "I'm going to visit Alsan. You can come if you'd like, but I don't think you would." Turning back to the door he walked out into the hallway and, walking as slow as possible, made his way to Aslan's room. Taking a deep breath and saying a mental prayer for a sudden lightning bolt Sayer knocked on the door.

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Aubrey held up a thin hand to cover a giggle as Aslan and Babur bickered. She decided she really liked Babur, and that she and Aslan might be able to get along well enough. She felt comfortable enough with them, and thought she notice Aslan relax a bit too, so she snapped her fingers on one hand softly to call Bren to her side and started to doodle across the papers in front of her to fill the quiet.

“So what ranking are you anyways?" The question came out of nowhere, and Aubrey looked up with slightly creased brows to see the older boy had propped himself up on his side. His clear blue eyes bore into her own and she felt annoyance match the slight challenge in his voice.

“Commoner, and what’s it to you?” she replied, chin set and voice carefully reserved. Was she supposed to find Mr. School President intimidating? Bren brought his beak together with a quietly hollow click, ruffling his feathers. Aubrey ignored him, steadily watching Aslan even after her pencil continued moving again.

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Aslan Portegar

Commoner, and what’s it to you?

The girl had spark in her. On the outside she seemed quiet and reserved but there was no way a girl who would talk like that could possibly be quiet and Aslan knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. He liked people who were honest about what they thought and who weren't afraid of talking back at Aslan (without too much talking back because he was a Blue Blood and needed to be respected).
"I just wanted to see your answer," he smiled at her as she kept on writing or drawing or whatever she was doing, "I don't get it, you act quiet and shy but you're not afraid to talk to me normally and you seem confident when you talk. So what are you? Shy or confident?"

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"I just wanted to see your answer." Aubrey would be the first to admit that she was surprised to see Aslan smile, but she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his reply. "I don't get it, you act quiet and shy but you're not afraid to talk to me normally and you seem confident when you talk. So what are you? Shy or confident?" Now her pencil slowed as she considered an answer to such a question, and her braids slid across her back as her head tilted, as she often did in thought. 'Why, I'm Aubrey Mooreson,' she could say with a shrug and a wink. But no, she decided, that would be teasing.

"I'm confident that I know when and when not to talk," she responded after a moment. It didn't surprise her that Aslan, like so many others, mistook quietness for shyness. Yes, Aubrey was definitely on the introvert side, and she had been a little overwhelmed when she first came to the school, but she was sure of herself and even if not, Bren was always there. Bren, who seemed to have finally bored himself to sleep beside her. She gave him a pat and got up, walking over to her desk where she had already set out her sharpener and such supplies, and twisted her pencil meticulously. It always annoyed her when the end snapped off just as it was getting nicely sharp.

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Aubrey seemed to take her time in finding the answer to Aslan's question but her answer bewildered Aslan, "I'm confident that I know when and when not to talk."

For a moment, Aslan said nothing while Bren walked around on Aubrey desk and then he suddenly burst into laughter which even surprised Babur. He laughed for a while going on and off with outbursts until finally he had to wipe the tears from his eyes and stop smiling because he jaw was hurting. It had been a long time since the last time he had laughed.
"You are really something, you know that?" Aslan said still giggling a little, "Well I hope that you will feel confident enough to know that with me you can talk whenever you want."

For the first time in several years, Aslan felt like he could actually have a friend. Not a friend like Sayer (who basically was like a puupy and a babysitter put together) but a real friend that would point out Aslan's flaws and enjoy his presence, not because he was rich and respected, but because he was Aslan. The simple, fighting, blond haired, blue eyed boy.

Amalthea Oprah

What. A. Smile. Ama was fascinated by the brilliant grin the red haired girl had put on her face.

I thought you had a crush on the Edryk boy? Sloan said telepathically.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can check other people out!" Ama had said that a bit too loudly and with a very red face.

When Girardo said that he needed to speak with Arcadia about the Student Council in private Amalthea did not refuse, she had just embarrassed herself in front of a, face it, sexy chick and very attractive guy. She just exited the room and walked through the halls of the dorms with her head down trying to get rid of the tomato red cheeks of hers. All of the dorms were bustling with friends talking to each other, girls showing their clothes and boys doign these really complicated handshakes that Ama never understood.
There seemed to be one dorm, Room A that was empty and with an open door. She peeked inside and saw that it was practically identical to her room but there was a black haired boy sitting on one of the beds it was only when she saw his face that she spontaneously yelled, "Dear lord! Sh** F*** Mother of sewer rats!"
Now she would never get away unnoticed.

"Nice going Sherlock," Sloan had a hint of despair in his voice. . . anyone would understand why. Amalthea was a desperate case.

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Wren

"Wow... strong grip you got there." Damien said, shaking out his hand. Wren winced a bit, "Sorry, I and be a little uh, over exuberant."

As Tally vocally considerd how much water it would take to drown Damien Wren heard him say, "Your not killing anyone." Wren looked over and realized that he wasn't talking to Tally, he was talking to his own bond. A grin broke out across her face, "Your bond wants to kill me? That's awesome!"

Realizing how weird that had sounded she took a moment to rephrase, "What I mean is, it makes this alot less awkward 'cause my bond wants to kill you too."
Reaching behind her ear she pulled out the tiny snake wrapped around it that was Tally. Holding out her finger with the serpent perched on top of it she made the introductions, "Damien this is Tally she wants to, and I quote, "Drink the the marrow from your bones." "

Tally hissed at her bonded, "Your nefarious meddling in my plans is not appreciated Wren. Damien, it's not a pleasure to meet you."

Sayer

Sayer sighed and knocked on Aslan's door again.

[ooc: hint hint, nudge nudge]

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Amalthea Oprah

She realized that she had woken him up which made her feel even worse and she face palmed but then he asked for her name, "Um. . . I'm Amalthea Oprah but you can call me Ama if you want, I mean if you don't I understand because getting too close is just --"

"Shut up," Sloan made the best suggestion yet.

"Yeah I'll just shut up now."

When Edryk passed her a drink she flushed and her hands started to shake so she mentally told herself to stop being such a freak and just drink already but then he put on some music and that was just he weakest point. She loved to sing and she knew the words to almost every song, it was an addiction. . . singing. But she couldn't do it in front of Edryk he would think she was ridiculous so she bit her lip.
"Nice. . . Pen?" Ama wanted to forget abotu singing and try to make conversation but Edryk had completely zoned out and stared into empty space.

Once he stopped zoning out, Ama saw a pained expression on his face and she almost wanted to hug him but instead she said, "You want to talk about it? I heard that saying what is on your mind helps."

Aslan Portegar

He heard a knock on the door and he knew exactly who it was so he signed knowing that his short pleasant time with Aubrey was over. His 'Nana' had arrived.
"Yeah yeah, come in Sayer," Aslan said viciously.

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As Aslan burst into laughter, Aubrey turned around and leaned against the desk, the pencil now still in her hands as she watched the boy’s shoulders shake with chuckles until tears squeezed themselves out of his eyes. To tell the truth, the laughter was contagious, but Aubrey set her mouth in a straight line. She still couldn’t tell if he was laughing at her or with her, and was wondering if he would even stop because it was a little awkward to just stand there and watch even the surprised Babur, until he wiped at his eyes and finally spoke again.

"You are really something, you know that?" Despite the sincerity, Aubrey almost chuckled herself and did raise her eyebrows. She wasn’t used to such compliments, but she supposed she did know that because her parents had said so a few times over the years, but you know what they say about a mother’s love. "Well I hope that you will feel confident enough to know that with me you can talk whenever you want."

This really did make her smile, and she didn’t hold it back. “Thank you, and you should feel confident with me as well,” she agreed, still smiling. It was such a relief to know that she would get along well with Aslan. But their enjoyable moment would have to be short lived, because a knock came on the door. Aubrey started, about to cross the room and open it, but then Aslan spoke with such a different tone the she was stunned for a split second into just staying put. She turned her curious gaze to the door, wondering how this Sayer could bring such spite out of her new friend.

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Wren

" Now if you touch him and I will personally eat you Tally, you wouldn't be much of asnack anyways but still enjoyable no offense Wrett or whatever your name is"
Damien's bond Vone spoke in a deep ruble of a voice.

Tally hissed at the water monster, "Oh you are very wrong little thing very very very wrong." Wren's eyes widened and she quickly placed Tally back behind her ear. She chuckled a bit hoping her nerves didn't show , "She has a small complex, she believes she huge and dangerous. She's uh, really just a small talking garden snake."

Wren smiled awkwardly, curse Tally and her big mouth. "Well this isn't really getting off on the right start is it? ""

Wren laughed, this time it was a genuine one,"Oh, murderous bonds aside it's fine. At least your not some stuck up blue blood snob who hates my guts..." Wren pause, realizing her mistake and sighing, "Unless of course you are a blue blood in which case I'm screwed..."

Sayer

"Yeah yeah, come in Sayer," Aslan said from inside the room. Sayer smiled at the malice in Aslan's voice, there was no doubt the guy hated him just as much as Sayer hated Aslan. It almost made Sayer smile.

After a deep breadth Sayer entered the room, being careful to close the door slowly so it wouldn't slam shut. He turned to discover he was facing a girl who was presumably Aslan's room mate. If not, well, it wouldn't come as too much of a surprise to him.

He nodded politely to the girl, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sayer."

Looking over her head towards Aslan, in the most polite tone he could manage, "I suppose you'd like me to unpack your stuff...?"

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Amalthea Oprah

(( it's okay Fruity ^^ I totally understand what you mean ;) ))

Apparently, Ama was really cheering him up and she didn't know why but she also felt that he was making her day. Maybe it was because he was blessing her day with his beautiful presence. Then Edryk took off his shirt and she saw his torso full front.
HOT! Hot, sexy, lovely presence! Ama rectified herself as she turned completely red and I swear, smoke was puffing out of her ears.

When Edryk bent down to grab another shirt she saw his scar going down his back. It was huge and it seemed to painful that instinctively Ama stood up and kissed his back like she would always kiss wherever Sloan got hurt. For a second she didn't realize what she did she just kissed his back and then smiled at him and said, "There you go, all better now."
. . . Then, reality came back and slapped her on the face, "Oh Sh** F*** Motheof sewer rats! I am so sorry! I just, I'm used to doing that when Sloan gets hurt! I am so sorry! Gosh I am such a moron!"

Edryk just put his shirt on and looked at Amalthea and said, "So are we gonna go have some fun?"

Great, now he must think I'm a freak that kissed random wounds, Amalthea thought to herself.

You sort of are, Sloan laughed at her.

Oh, you shut up!

Aslan Portegar

Aslan had turned back onto the flat of his back to stare up at the ceiling, the last thing he wanted was for Aubrey to see his fighting or arguing with Sayer and the only thing he could do to avoid that was to not see Sayer's face.

"I suppose you'd like me to unpack your stuff...?" Sayer proposed.

"Do what you want," Aslan hadn't planned on unpacking and he was forcing no one to do it for him because. . . well, let's just say that his clothing weren't folded and his belongings were in a mess.
Then Aslan decided that he would maybe introduce Aubrey to Sayer, who knows, maybe they would hit it off and be friends. Maybe they would talk about him behind his back and then he would realize that they really weren't his friends. In any case, he had forgotten what it was like to have friends in the first place.

"Sayer, this is my roommate Aubrey Mooreson and her Bond Bren," he gestured toward the cute little girl who was still standing near the door.

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Did Sayer really just offer to unpack for Aslan? And did he just accept it? Aubrey thought, bewildered, glancing back and forth between the boys. Sayer obviously wasn't of that a low rank to do such actions for the blue blood, so Aubrey made a note to ask Aslan about the exchange later. Another glance at the blonde staring intently at the ceiling, and she switched that to Babur.

"Sayer, this is my roommate Aubrey Mooreson and her Bond Bren," Aslan said in way of introduction. Aubrey met Sayer's soft brown eyes with a nod and a 'hello'. Hearing his name, the griffin lifted his head and looked around the room. He got of the bed and stretched, walking over to butt his head into Aubrey's hip. He would need to get outside sooner rather than later at this point, and Aubrey would like to get a look at the campus as well. This was their day to do it, after all. She knew Aslan was certainly not a newcomer to the school and Sayer didn't seem it either, but still she spoke up to ask,

"I'd like to take a walk around the campus, if either of you would like to join Bren and I." She could practically feel the thickness in the air and wondered why Sayer even stopped by, but fresh air will always do one good, especially on a day like this she noted, looking out the window. Bren saw the gesture and scratched lightly at the floor with a front talon. Aubrey walked over to her bed to reach her backpack, and tossed Bren a treat while watching the boys for an answer.

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Sayer
"I'd like to take a walk around the campus, if either of you would like to join Bren and I."
Xanthus had watched the entire thing placidly, silently waiting for Sayer to put him in the spotlight. Unfortunately that wasn't happening quick enough, and things between the humans were getting tenser by the minute. So Xanthus did what he was best at and pranced out into the center of the room before striking what he deemed was an attractive pose.

Sayer smiled, his mood lifted by his goofy mate,"I'd enjoy that, and you should know that the horse posing in front of you is Xanthus..." Sayer trailed off as Xanthus stuck his head in Aubrey's face.

Xanthus said in his disproportionately childlike voice, "Aubrey! It's a pleasure to meet you, and a pleasure to meet me! Now," Xanthus turned away from Aubrey, his eyes alight with joy, "Babur!!!" And Sayer was back to scowling... why oh why did that infernal creature lack the ability to detest anyone who was actually worth detesting?

As Xanthus pranced over to Babur Sayer said to Audrey in a serious tone, "I apolagize on behalf of him."

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Amalthea Oprah

"That kiss felt really good,you must be a good kisser. Oh and don't worry,your not a freak...just shy. Well I don't wanna lose you already."

With all of those praises all at the same time, Ama had become bright red or maybe totally white because she was feeling embarrassed but also thoroughly happy. Edryk's bond kept on talking about sushi so Ama winked at the dragon and said, "Do not worry my friend, I am dying to eat some sushi too, so how about we go by the cafeteria first and ask if they have any?"

When Edryk grabbed her hand she didn't even know what to do except respond to what he said earlier, "No one has ever told me that I was shy before so thank you. . . I guess, and you would be surprised how good of a kisser I am! I wouldn't never want to let go of your hand, not for anything in the world."

As those words flew out of her mouth, instead of feeling stupid and embarrassed she actually felt really good and knew that she could talk to him even though she had a major crush on him and that every word through his lips was a gift and every touch was a blooming flower on her skin. She wanted to know more about him, she wanted to be his best friend and his lover.

Aslan Portegar

Aslan hadn't moved from his face towards the ceiling position until Aubey proposed a nice walk around the school. He knew tha school well and had been dying to give her a tour but then Sayer spoke first and said that he would like to accompany her. There was no way in hell Aslan would walk with Sayer so he went back to frowning at the non-expressive ceiling. Sure Aslan was dying to punch Sayer on the nose then knock him out with an elbow blow behind his neck but he didn't want to show Aubrey his violent side that he could barely control so instead he sourly said, "Do what ever you want."

Babur on the other was over joyed to see Xanthus and he gave the horse a large hug keeping his sword-like claws inside of his furry paws, "Xanthus!!!"

It was amazing how a horse and a lion could get along so well and on top of that be the Bonds of two people who hated each other's guts.

Just when is Sayer going to be honest? Aslan sighed with more anger than despair.

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Before either boy answered her invitation, a dark stallion pranced into the room, posing eagerly.

"I'd enjoy that, and you should know that the horse posing in front of you is Xanthus..." Aubrey nodded in reply to Sayer, watching the charismatic horse. She was glad she would have some company, but before she could ask Aslan again if he would come, Xanthus trotted up right to her and stuck his long, eager face right in front of hers.

"Aubrey! It's a pleasure to meet you, and a pleasure to meet me! His youthful voice cracked an upwards tilt to the edges of her lips.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Xanthus!” she got in before he ran over to Babur, which surprised her into raising her eyebrows as Babur gave Xanthus a similarly excited greeting. Both bonds obviously loved other people, but it struck her as odd that the two of them were so compatible, considering their human counterparts. She shook her head slightly, turning to Sayer as he leaned closer to apologize.

"I apologize on behalf of him." Aubrey, watching the huge lion wrap his paws around the horse, just shook her head. She knew how excited Bren could get sometimes. Speaking of whom, a certain griffin was now feeling left out and jumped off her bed and walked over to the other bonds, circling them while flicking his tail. She kept her eye on him, until Aslan spoke up, surly.

"Do whatever you want." Aubrey frowned, but she probably should have seen it coming. She mentally shrugged it off; she’d have plenty of time to talk with him later, I mean, they were living together.

She started walking to the door, now itching to get outside, as well as three bonds were taking up quite a bit of room and it was feeling crowded. The intercom came on, and she brightened a little. “Aslan, maybe afterwards we could meet for lunch, then?”

She turned and snapped her fingers, and Bren reluctantly broke away from the little party and stood at her hip, looking up, head cocked. She smiled at him, and he knew he was finally going to go out. He chirped and took off into the hall. Bren couldn’t talk like some bonds could, but they were so close they easily understood each other. Aubrey looked back at Sayer before following him out.

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Edryk had quickly dragged her to the cafeteria and the whole way she couldn't help but smile while Sloan easily ran next to them without a problem but also mocking her.

If you stay smiling like that too long your face will never show a different expression again, Sloan said telepathically.

It's not true, Amalthea answered.

No shit, Sherlock!

Keep digging, Watson.

Amalthea laughed internally, it had been a long time since the last time Ama had responded to Sloan with his Sherlock and Watson pair jokes. Before, when they were younger and Ama was sad, Sloan would call her Sherlock and she would be Watson, apparently it was a pair of spy men that solved mysteries together back on planet Earth. So together they would act like spies. . . but she grew out of it now.

When it was her time to order she looked at Sloan and said, "One maki and one sashimi sushi plate for the big boy," she pointed at Sloan and then said, "and four pounds of dear meat for myself."
The Sloan and Ama laughed then she waved her hand telling the chef not to worry, "I'm just kiddin', just the sushi please."

"I'm going hunting," Sloan said then left the cafeteria into better hunting grounds where he would probably nap a bit as well.

Aslan Portegar

Aslan turned his back to Sayer and Aubrey so that he wouldn't be tempted to leave with them and then start a fight, plus he knew exactly who would be at the cafeteria, Berach Vulian. . . If that teacher was there, which he would be, and Aslan went in with Sayer, aslan would even be able to poke Sayer without having Sulimon, Berach's Bond, chewing down on his arm.

"Babur, you can go with them, I'm just going to stay here," he said it coldly so that Aubrey would leave quickly and he could cool down his head and maybe finally decide to clean up with stuff.

Babur went over to Aslan so that he could be patted on the head and he said, "I'll bring you back some deer."

"Thanks, man," of course, Babur wouldn't do that but he would go for a hunt to get his own meal.

So Babur decided to go with Aubrey and Xanthus to the cafeteria and accompany them but also because there was no way the lion could possibly stay in the room while it was such a sunny day out. Aslan wasn't planning on staying in the room either, just a little and then he would go outside.

Berach Vulian

"Lunch, boy do I enjoy lunch time," Berach was making his way to the caferteria from the teachers dorms where he had already placed his luggage and visited his room.

It was the same room as last hear with branches all around for Sulimon to climb around and a cactus bed for Sulimon to sleep on. But that wasn't the best part of the room, what Berach truly enjoyed in his dorm was the king sized bed with a very fluffy mattress that made him feel like he was sleeping on a cloud. But he had to earn that room and one of the ways was watching over the students in the cafeteria.

Actually, he wasn't forced to survey them but he sort of liked taking out pretentious kids who started meaningless fights and get them straightened out. Mostly Aslan! He was such a troublesome kid, he couldn't even count the number of time Sulimon and himself had to straighten him out.

The other teachers would sometimes come too, just to talk tot he students or for the students to come and talk to them and ask questions. Since class was only starting tomorrow it was a good time for the teachers to get to know students so that they wouldn't end up looking down at their attendance list to find out the name of a kid. . . which was a very common sight with Berach.