Ellais managed not to flinch away when he laid his heavy metallic hand on her shoulder. At first it did startle the young girl but then, then it actually relaxed her, at least after awhile. She took another deep breath, further calming her down. Until, eventually she was no longer worried. “Sorry...I am nervous around people, I am never really sure what is acceptable.” The young woman said as he pulled his hand off of her. And then he said his name, it was a wonderful name.

“Teryl? That name...it suits you for some reason.” When she heard that he was angel, she couldn't believe it! She was standing next to something that she never believed to meet, at least not while she was alive. “Oh wow...that is amazing! So you know what is like to fly! That is amazing. You must feel so free when you are flying!” Her eyes were full of admiration, she didn't seem to mind that fact that he lost his authority, to her he was something out of her wildest dreams. She would love to know his ways, his customs, what it was like up there, what it was like to fly. She seemed to almost change for a moment, her intrigue was greater then her shyness it seemed.

And then he offered her one of the greatest things she could ever imagine. As he pulled his wings back, he let the left one limp, and even told her that she could touch it. Ellais was in shock, and overwhelmed with joy. The young witch reached out with a shaking bandage hand, it glistened from the ointment. Oh yeah...the ointment. She would hate to mess up something so pretty with burn cream. She quickly withdrew her hands and gave Teryl a small smile. “Mmaybe next time, I would hate to mess up your wings. But maybe in a few days, when I don't have to wear the bandages or use the cream anymore, I can. If you will allow it.”

Ellais then pouted when she heard that the demons in hell thought that Daisy was ugly. Daisy was probably one of the prettiest girls Ellais had ever seen! “They are stupid then! You are so pretty! Men would be fawning over you here, if they weren't so scared of the fact we are different.” The young woman said as she fumbled with the zipper of her Marvel bag, pulling out a baggy shirt with what appeared to be Jack Skellington on it. Ellais appeared to like cartons and the likes. “Um...this may fit you.” The witch said as she held out the shirt.

As she held out the shirt she suddenly became aware that there was another in the room...she turned her head slowly, her nerves taking control of her once more.

It appeared that a young man had entered the room while she was staring at the angel, and he appeared to be...well blind. For some reason it made her relax a little, maybe it was because he couldn't see her...or so she thought. “Um...hello there...” She said softly, her eyes looking at the ground once more. “Ddo you need help sir?” If there was one thing that could be said about this girl was that she was kind...if not shy around strangers.

Teryl didn't take offense and pulled back his wings, "Believe me, these wings are nothing pure," he looked up and heard a man talk. He raised an eyebrow, surprised to see another student. "Oh, you must be the last." He spoke, noticing there were no more envelopes on the table. The man had sunglasses on, but it gave it away that he wasn't blind when he read the wording on his particular set of papers. Teyrl heard what he said. A muse? What's a muse? He's heard of muses of music, savants of art and literature, but what kind of prowess does he have? He definitely looked harmless, but many here look harmless until they need to be harmful.

Teryl tried to talk more, but once the last man opened the envelope, he heard something coming from the amphitheater looking room...the sound of film flipping. He didn't know if anyone else heard, but tried to walk away without being seen. He looked in the room after taking a few steps away to see a old time film playing on a pulled out projector screen. It had a cartoon version of a group of Uniques, witches, warewolves, demons, nymphs, spirits, sirens and many more, standing together and waving at the camera. The picture was cheery and joyful and the sounds of a broken music box was playing in the background with the words, "Together, we survive."

The lights were starting to dim as the movie started to play. Teryl was thinking of calling the others over, but didn't know if they wanted to get more acquainted and simply stood there, watching.

"It would be a nice garden though." She smiled, getting really excited over the prospect. Nothing made her feel more serene than growing flowers, she could only imagine how exciting it would be with company. She watched as Jinx started to go off in his own train of thought and she smiled; was he really getting lost within the prospect of a garden. She grinned and nodded when he apologized, her attention suddenly focused on Ellais and Teryl. Ellais seemed to be fretting over something with Teryl which Daisy thought was incredibly cute. She smirked and turned back to Jinx, where he was concentrating on his necklace, a light blue shimmer coming from her. She gasped and watched intently as it followed with inhalation and exhalation. She felt the urge to touch it, to see if the blue shimmer felt like anything, but refrained herself from not wanting to break her conversation. He soon stopped and she nodded when he told her he had no food, she didn't really expect any of them to have some, she just wanted to see if the University had some. She also had the biggest craving for a shower and new clothes.

Her attention turned once more to Ellais as she called Daisy pretty, she smiled and went over and ruffled her hair. "Thanks, I apprecaite that! So are you though." She complimented the girl, meaning it. Ellais started to fumble with her zipper and Daisy watched as she pulled a sweater out of it. She felt her insides turn to goo at the prospect of a nice, cozy sweater at the moment. Her wish was greeted as Ellais handed her the sweater. Daisy squealed and gave her a huge hug, soon after putting the sweater on herself. She sighed with contemptment and said her thanks.

The noise of footsteps alarmed her as another. She turned and grinned at the new guy walking it, wearing sunglasses for some odd reason. She wasn't exactly sure of the reason humans wore those but she jusy shrugged, to each their own. "Hey, how are you? Rough crowds?" She asked the guy. He looked human like but she knew that there would be something different about him, it was the sole reason any of them where there.

"And Teryl, there's an envelope under the table . . . it must've fallen there. But the person's incredibly late, maybe something happened?" She asked, not wanting the suspicion to creaked into her voice. If it was taking them that long, maybe that person was the unfortunate soul who lost their head in the crowd.

"Welcome," a old-time voice spoke through the built in speakers inside the projector, "to the first day to your recovery. You may ask yourself, 'what are you recovering from?' Well, what you call your 'talent' is what the social society likes to deem a 'curse.' With this presentation, we will walk you through everything about this place you will call home soon enough." The grouping of cartoon Uniques started to spread out and walked down a hallway. Through the hallway, there were many building that they were crossing as the narrator continued to talk, "The building you are currently in is called the Living Quarters. It is here where you will study, relax, fornicate, drink or do anything else your heart pleases, as it follows our rules. We will talk about them later. The next set of buildings are where you will take your classes." With each building he spoke of, a new character would walk in front of it, pointing to the miniature version of the establishment.

"There is the Mana Manipulator, a circulated house for the students based on mana. Inside, you will find a pool of mana to fill your every spell and a library of updated and ancient spells. Be wary for the older spells, they tend to need more experience for them to work. You can find your experiences at the classrooms. We'll go over them in the future." The character continued to walk until they happened upon another building.

"This is the Hall of Deferment, used for those who need targets, either moving or solidity. Think of this room as a training center. Here you will find trainers, captains, and of course, targets. So if you prefer the melee portion of training or just need to test out your talents, come here. Our dummies are built with the toughest obsidian, infused with diamonds for support and soaked in magic resist vapors for those magi. So don't hold back and let loose, just don't hurt other students in the making."

By now, Teryl was fascinated by the old movie. He was sitting on one of the chairs and continued to watch, wondering how long this demonstration was.

It took some time for Jules to grasp anything the others were saying. He'd just found out he was a muse. The next question was rather simple: What does that mean? Was he a genderless nymph? Last time he checked that had not been the case, at all. Besides, he still had no idea how to control his voice or his sight. He needed time and, even more, someone willing to answer some of his questions. For now he at least knew one thing. He wasn't a monster. Muses weren't fighters or killers, they were teachers and prodigies. Instead of destruction, he had been born with the power of creation. It might have not been much, but for a moment, Jules couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with true and solemn happiness. It wasn't a common thing for Jules to feel such a passionate sensation. He couldn't help but to smile and shed a tear or two at the same time.

Then someone asked, “ D..do you need any help, sir?” He didn't look right at the person asking, he knew better than to allow himself that kind of mistake. Instead, he started surrounding her figure. It looked as if he was checking her out, but it was the only way to see her without reading her feelings. She was way too young to go to any university at all, but maybe she wasn't what she seemed to be. Jules wasn't the kind of guy to look at girls like that, if you know what I mean, so he instantly replied in a rather amused tone. “ Don't think so, but do me a favour and drop the sir, if you don't mind.”

Jules' childhood had been a rather lonesome one, most of the help had tried to stay out of his way. There had always been a nanny or two, but most of the time, he'd spent time with his dad or his mum. It hadn't been a bad life, but sometimes, he wished to have a little sister like the her, someone to talk to about trouble. Suddenly however he felt distaste in trusting someone so quickly, it was a little bit embarrassing and he couldn't help but to blush a little.

Then, another girl said something about the crowd outside. “Yeah, those guys are nuts. They're kinda poking into a hornets' nest.” He replied. The other girl was a little taller than the other one, and her hair made her look like some kind of rocker chick. Jules was starting to notice the other people around him.

One of the guys had left the lobby, but he'd looked like an angel or some other kind of winged creature. Jules wasn't up to date with the list of existing modern mythical beings and he surely hoped to find a copy of it somewhere in this university. The last guy looked like a taller and blue haired version of Harry Potter, but in a good way. That guy looked like he could throw a lightning right at Jules face. Reason enough to introduce oneself to the group and get some information on whom to avoid, asap.

“Excuse my lack of manners,
My name is Jules, feel free to call my J or Jules, I honestly hope we get along with each other.”

Jinx nodded, “Jinx.” He introduced himself as he heard a noise coming from another room. He followed Teryl and saw an old movie playing. It had been a while since he saw a movie… nine years in fact. He stayed by the wall and watched it play out, almost entranced by it. He listened to the man on the screen. His eyes widen when he heard about the Mana room that was amazing! That took years of study and advanced magic. A mistake while creating that could cost the caster their lives! He grinned at the thought of the library he may be able to locate rare spells and learn what his mark meant! He studying the map carefully taking in every detail as best as he could locating the areas he would go to. He knew he needed training as well as research. He also did not want his room to be in the blessed looking area or the hellish looking area, rather right in the middle, he wondered if he could find a room for that. A slight smile on his face as he rubbed his necklace.

Ellais started to squirm as the man looked at her, it made her blush to have his eyes scan over her body. The twenty two year old bit down on her lower lip and cast her brown eyes down wards. Waiting for him to be done. She really wasn't used to guys looking at her body, so it was rather embarrassing as well as uncomfortable. She took a deep breath before looking up at him, though she couldn't see, nor locate, his eyes through his sunglasses she saw everything else.

The man before her looked around her age, and a few inches taller then her. He certainly wasn't muscular, but he wasn't chubby either. Ellais wouldn't have called him handsome, but he also wasn't ugly. He was...he was average, like her. At least that is always how she viewed herself. She couldn't quite place his looks though, racial wise that is. She wasn't too skilled at that.

The witch almost jumped when he suddenly spoke, startled by the sudden noise. “Uum sorry...” She stammered out, kicking at the ground. She hoped he didn't think she was checking him out. Ellais just wanted to know what her classmate was going to be like, and memorize his face. Her big brown eyes quickly returned to the ground, not wanting to upset him further.

She kept her eyes on the ground as the man looked at his other classmates, observing them. She hadn't noticed the angel, Teryl, had left. At least not until she counted the feet in her eyes sight and noticed the metal ones were missing. Ellais wondered where he went, she had liked the angel, and thought they might become friends. But she didn't want to go off without learning the other mans name, and so she waited. Waited until she heard an amazing voice say.

“My name is Jules, feel free to call my J or Jules, I honestly hope we get along with each other.” Ellais gave Jules a small smile before she said. “I-I am Ellais...um I have never had a nickname...well aside from what my parents called me. And um forgive my lack of manners for not offering my hand to shake but...” She held out her bandaged hands. “I can't at the moment...” The young woman said before she looked up and turned around. She could hear the sounds of a movie and started to walk over to it, noticing her winged friend there.

The witch walked up next to him, frowning a little when she heard the word fornicate. “Do they think we would have sex here?” She asked softly, not wanting to interrupt the film.

Teryl jumped a bit when Ellais arrived but continued to watch, "When you find love...or lust, it's inevitable that the two would want to bond themselves with the act that gives complete and utter pleasure and trust between the two." He continued to watch, "I know it's tough for you to understand that, due to you being locked away from the world for the majority of your life, but when you find it..." he was silent once more, thinking deeply of a past life and sighed, "you'll know..."

The show continued and he crossed his arms, getting as comfortable as he could and continuing to listen. "But don't think this campus is only for working, we know that playing is a key point to becoming a master of your arts. On the premises you will find many, many establishments to help your relax in those tough times. We have a pub for those who enjoy the liquor sin. Every type of liquor, beer, hard, soft, and with staff that knows their way around a glass or two. Or, if you enjoy the finer things like gardening or painting, please take a look at our Artisan Acre. Here you will find a half a mile diameter full of gardening patches, paint canvases, and other artistic vassals to channel your creativity."

Jinx couldn’t help but blush at the mention of sex, he leaved in a village with older folk for nearly half his life… and well even then he was usually out of the town in the cabin. He did like one girl there, it never grew into anything serious, his master had warned him that sex while still training could lead to mixed energies when working with magic, plus… he was a bit shy around her. He hadn’t thought about her for a while now. “wonder how she is…” he thought to himself as he took a seat in the back and placed his feet on the chair in front of him crossing his arms. He watched them mention alcohol and sighed slightly, he was underage. “and I do not think they would want a drunk ass Wizard in training here… that would be… problematic to say the least…” he thought to himself with a slight grin as that imagine ran in his head.

He wasn’t really good at painting or the arts, except for metal work and jewelry making… that was useful for making focus items… He also was good at wood carving… but he loved books and crafting potions or focus items. He wondered if there was a place that would sell his ingredients. Or if he’d have to order them, many of them were obscure and for each wizard there was a different way to make the same potion. He looked at the film his eyes intent. He also put a hand in his pocket and felt a smooth cool surface. With a frown he pulled out a pale blue stone. He blinked in surprise; he had no recollection of placing that in there. He shook his head and placed it back into his pocket. He continued to watch the film wondering if they were going to talk about where to get food and clothing soon.

Daisy smiled when the guy spoke of the crowd outside, Daisy enraptured by his voice. It was probably the most beautiful voice she had ever heard, hands down. She actually felt somewhat disappointed when she stopped talking, she wanted to hear more. Which is why she felt incredibly happy when he introduced himself, getting to hear more of his fabulous voice. "Pleasure to meet you J, name's Daisy." She told him with a small smile before she watched Ellais disappear. She frowned, also noticed that Teryl and Jinx had gone too. She noticed them hovering in the doorway of a room, a faint noise coming from there. "I wonder what they're watching, come on, let's go check it out." She said to Jules, sauntering over to the door.

The second she arrived she over a conversation about sex and laughed, Jinx and Ellais both blushing. "Come on guys, you act as if you've never had sex before." She said teasingly, letting them know it was a joke so they didn't get offended. She listened in on the movie, getting incredibly excited over the prospect of a garden; she would have to visit it. She thought it was the best quality that anyone could have. She also got somewhat excited over the fact that there would be a bar here, she had yet to consume any human alcohol and she thought that it would be rather interesting. There was art in the garden that she would have to try out, she wasn't particularly the best drawer, stick figure being her specialty, but it would be nice to waste spare time. She would be able to research in the library too, she might be able to find out about new plants.

The film was interesting enough but Daisy didn't like the fact that it was filmed, she found it suspicious that no one came and said this themselves. It made a small shiver run down her spine, she had yet to really see anyone here other than the other four. Her eyebrows creased but she pushed it out of her mind for now, instead just wanting to settle into her room and take a shower, she was feeling gross. Especially since walking through the crowd where they considered it socially acceptable to throw food at others; ick.

She peeked down at the envelope once more, not wanting to have to read it. Daisy was too lazy to read that, not to mention her reading skills weren't the stronger. There weren't exactly books back in Hell, the basics of literature she learnt up here with the florist that helped her out. So she would probably just wait for someone to mention what was in the packet.

"And what does a busy, talented Unique need after a long day of playing and hard training? Food? Shelter? Clothing? Well, we at the Broken Chains University believe that you all have been through enough in your life. You have seen pain, anger, sorrow, and the last thing we desire to ask from you is funds for these basic means of living. That's why food, clothing, your room and anything else you need here will be gratis. There is no need to worry if you are going to pass your classes and if you are going to have enough money to stay here. If you ever need anything, go the local market, clothing store, furniture store, anything you need and place it on your account. Now, if you need something that isn't carried within these premises and it isn't against the favored rules, don't worry, ask a supervisor, counselor, or any other high ranking member and they shall get it for you."

The movie started to transition to a fairly serious part where all the character were standing around, hands crossed in front of them and lowering their heads, "Now, we have been talking about rules this entire video and you may ask what they are. We will walk through the rules now, so please, pay attention. " The rules started to pop up on the screen, stating them as the announcer spoke of them. "Rule #1 : Do not attempt to kill any student or worker of this University. You will be discharged or executed. Rule # 2 : Do not expound on magic or training that will harm anyone around you. You will be discharged or executed. Rule # 3 : Do not harm any humans sneaking onto our property, rather report to a superior. You will be discharged. Rule # 4 : Do not break, sneak, or enter a room marked "srianta." You will be discharged. Rule #5 : Respect your masters and teachers. Ramifications will be marked if disobedience is incurred. And last and most important Rule # 6 : Never work with the norms. Never help them with assassinations, never share secret information about the school, never help them in any way when it has to do with disabling the school. Only speak with students shown with ID badges found in your pamphlets. You will be executed." Teryl raised an eyebrow, not remembering a ID badge and emptying the contents in his large hand. The badge fell out after awhile and showed the mark of an angel with a crown of barbed wire and swords spearing him. Above the picture it said, "TERYL, FALLEN ANGEL." He sighed and put it back in the envelope, looking up to see the movie wrapping up.

"Thank you for letting us help you in your time of need. Please, if there are anymore questions, contact your superior, but for now, get some rest..." the screen started to pull up, showing a stair case and a elevator behind it. "you will find which room you are in withing your pamphlets. If you desire to be alone, excellent. If you would like to move in with a roommate, please made the corrective changes with your superior. Welcome, get some rest, use your personal bathroom facilities and congratulations on being a part of the solution...

Jinx, Ellais and Daisy, those were the names of his future colleagues. It was too early to estimate how trustworthy or dangerous this place would be, but he guessed it would be more or less like high school. Keep a low profile and everything will be just fine, unless you start singing an become a human burrito for a horde of cannibalistic high school girls. Daisy said, “I wonder what they're watching, come on, let's go check it out.”, and since Jules was starting to get curious himself, he walked behind her.

He managed to gasp a few sentences surrounding the possibility of having sex in this place. Honestly, Jules always wished to go to college and have some fun, but those plans had been put on hiatus a long time ago. Since he was well aware it would take more than a few lessons to gather some sort of control over his situation, there was no need to trouble himself with women. That notion felt as a relieve and a huge disappointment at the same time. In many ways he still was just a guy with needs, there were one or two girls back in his high school days, who would've been interested in satisfying his needs, but now he wasn't sure of anything anymore.

The movie also spoke of a bar, ergo, in other words, alcohol. Plus, everything around this university was meant to be free of charge, that meant: open bar. Every day, every week, freaking every month. There was no way in hell, he wasn't gonna look for a dorm very close to it. During his free years, he had learned many things about alcohol. How, for example, Vodka should never be mixed with Jägermeister unless you want to have a slow puking death or unless you're German ( true story ).

Jules felt rather ambiguous about certain rules. Rule #1 sounded reasonable enough. Rule #2 made it impossible for anyone to use magic for lethal combat, Jules couldn't help but smile when he heard that. Rule #3 still managed to remain reasonable, but rule #4 scared the crap out of him. What exactly meant srianta. It sounded like a word out of a lord of the ring's book. Jules remembered reading something about elventongue being very similar to some Scottish language. Still, he had no idea what it meant. Unfortunately, rule #5 made it even clearer this place wasn't gonna be too easy to survive, if teachers had the power to punish us without any kind of reason except “misconduct”.
The final rule meant one thing for Jules, control. He couldn't help but fear his badge some kind of tracing device, or worse. Maybe he was too eager to distrust people, but time would tell.

For now, he loved the naked blindfolded lady in his badge holding a scroll. Below her, the words:
Jules Armando Villalobos, the Muse.

The twenty two year olds ears turned red when Teryl told her that it was normal. She knew that, but she never really thought about that when she decided to go to the school. She just wanted to learn how to control us. And then Daisy jokingly said that Jinx and her were acting like they had never had sex before and her cheeks reddened even further, but she quickly brought that under control. Daisy had hit the nail on the head there.

Ellias's ears seemed to perk up at the sound of an open bar, she had been dying to go to one. She did enjoy her drinks after all, mainly the fruity kind. She had a fondness for anything Mike's. Except the mango one, that stuff tasted nasty, and their cider wasn't too good either. But still, she did like drinking, and she would be certain to visit the bar when she got the chance.

The fact that there was an art place on campus was also exciting to her, she did like to draw from time to time, even though she wasn't as good as she would like. It still helped ease her nerves from time to time...but she wasn't going to be able to hold a pencil again for a long time...

The young witch wondered where should she choose her room, closer to the bar or closer to the Artisan Acre. A frown formed on the young girls face. Decisions, decisions. She decided she would try to find one near both of them if possible. But she had a feeling she would be spending more time at the bar then the Artisan place, at least until her hands healed.

The rules of the place worried her, especially the one about 'Norms coming to assassinate.' What if no one was around and she had to attack? How could they blame her for defending herself? She hoped it would never come to that.

Ellais wondered where her school id was and fumbled through her papers. Her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth as she searched. It was actually rather hard for her, her fingers were slick with cream and she couldn't feel at the moment, probably wouldn't be able to for the next few days. Well she could feel pressure, but not texture. Finally she let out a sigh and put her papers on the table, spreading them out until she saw the glint of plastic. “AHA!” She let out a truimphent call when she found the concealed id.

As her brown eyes looked it over she frowned, she didn't really like the picture...it was graphic. A woman was tied to a stake, one hand free and held out. As Ellais tilted the picture she saw a glint of fire behind it, the id was holographic it seemed, and the woman was shooting fire even as she was being burned at the stake. It was rather gruesome, and she couldn't help but hope that never happened to her.

She didn't want to think about that too much. And decided to think about the bar. “Um anyone know where the bar is? I could sure use a drink after today...” Her voice was soft and carried its natural husk.

Jinx blushed as Daisy spoke he knew she was teasing but still. He kept his eyes on the screen and frowned at the market, he knew that it was meant as a way of putting them at ease… but he didn’t like to be a charity case like that. “perhaps I will barter…or pay them back in potions…” he thought to himself as he continued watching. He held back a sigh… it seemed he would have to ask a supervisor a lot to get some supplies, some were common items… others were… well weird if he was honest with himself. He blinked and gathered his focus back to the film as it talked about rules, “I will be respectful… though if fire comes up… I-I am not sure if I can deal with that now…” he thought to himself suppressing a shudder, he realized now that he had developed a fear of fire, which was perfectly normal given what had nearly happened to him, but still it bothered him, fire was an element of Magic, it could be used for good and evil… he knew that it only acted in it’s nature… but… but still it had nearly killed him, and had killed his master. He knew that he should be more afraid… no angry at the Norms of his town, and he was angry at them. He knew that the fire was only a tool they used, but it was a vicious tool.

He shifted in his seat when he heard rule two remembering very clearly using his aura blast to disintegrate a rock thrown at him by a norm… of course it was a weak aura blast… but still he may have injured the norm… he hadn’t checked really… he was angry then and he really didn’t care. “I need to remember to keep my anger in check…” he thought to himself. He also knew he hadn’t mastered controlling some of his magic, and magic was very ease to cause back fire… a mistake in a rune or a crack in a magic circle… he shuddered slightly. He also knew that it was wise of him to resist the urge of taking mana, it could have backfired into a burst of destructive mana if he took too much. He blinked when he heard the word srianta before somewhere… but where? He shook his head. He couldn’t remember… he’d ask Teryl and the others later if they knew what it meant. He thought of a list in his head of the rules that would be hard for him to avoid.

“Rule #1 By accident I could end up killing them, Rule #2 Either by accident or loss of emotion, Rule #3 …Hate them will try not to unless I have to defend myself… Are those all? Rule #4 should be easy as well as the others…” he thought to himself. He blinked at the mention of id badges and quickly got his out. He sighed in relief when he saw it only had his first name JINX, WIZARD. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that. “Apprentice really…” he muttered softly. He looked at the idea badge carefully and saw it had a Pentacle on it representing the five elements as well as the runes most frequently used and an old wooden staff in the center. He saw the screen starting to pull up revealing the stair case and took out his pamphlet. He blinked as he saw a room circled where he wanted, right in the middle of where the two sides of the building met. “Did they know the significance of that when they made this place? …It is highly likely…” he muttered as he raised a slightly clenched fist to his mouth in contemplation.

Teryl opened his envelope and looked inside through all the papers, trying to find the one he found before. He finally got a hold of his student bios paper and began to skim through it:

Name: Teyrl
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Angel(Fallen)
History: Unknown
Reason for Schooling: Unknown
Threat: Level 9
Security: Level 1
Room: 109, third floor of Living Quarters
Roommate: None
Misc: With not too much known about this student, we must keep vigilant on him. He has been known to take lives and we must think of the safety of other students.

Teryl stopped reading and sighed. At least they aren't hiding anything from me. They seemed to not have too much information on him, which was something he would rather have. He wasn't an open book and didn't want anyone to know anything about him. He wasn't really here to make friends or share his problems, he was here for sanctuary from the Norms and trying to find a way back to either regular life on earth or evangelic life in the heavens. If he were to make friends or enemies, they would be one more thing he'd have to break away from when he finally leaves. Either way, he was finally ready to leave.

Teryl groaned as he stood up, "Well, this is where I'll leave you all. Maybe we can see each other another time. Sorry for the lack of greeting," he spoke, looking at Jules, "maybe we can catch up some other time. I bid you all farewell." He marched towards the elevator to head to his room. He waited for the doors to open and stepped inside, taking a blank look out to the crowd and heading up to the third floor. (Moved to Broken Chains Living Quarter (Floor3))

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Teryl was faced with a long, shambling hallway filled with rooms that weren't even done. Doors were missing, pain was gone, debris was scattered all over the floor, random pieces of furniture and ladders were strewn about the mostly destroyed hallway. He took a few steps out and looked around, finding the place a complete and utter waste. He hadn't a clue why anyone would sleep, rest, live, or bathe in these areas. As he walked down the hallway, he could hear the floor underneath him creak with the heavy weight due to his plated armor. With each step, he thought the place would collapse, but it managed to stay built together as he walked around. The walls seemed to be covered with dust and fungi. Teryl ran his metallic glove over it and could feet and hear it scrapping across, leaving behind a finger polished area.

With each room he walked by, he didn't see anyone. This area seemed to be completely empty, devoid of any type of life or design fashion. As he continued to walk, he saw large holes within some of the room, letting in the cool, night breeze from outside. It was about daytime and the last of the chill was finally escaping the night. Inside the rooms and hanging from the ceiling lone, uncovered light bulbs were hanging, casting ominous shadows in every direction. This room didn't even seem to have been rebuilt from the past. The wood was eaten away, the cobblestone was cracked and missing in portions, the ceiling was barely keeping the conditions outside away. Everything just seemed...in poverty.

The more Teryl continued the walk, the more he didn't really seem to care. This was much better than the regular sleeping under bridges and the homeless shelters. At least here he didn't have to hide what he was and he did get shelter from the cold...for the most part it seemed. He continued to walk and look at the small numbers on the wall, "106...107...108..." he stopped when he saw his room and was amazed that he had a door, unlike all of these other rooms. He turned the knob, which stuck for a moment, but he gentle rammed his shoulder into it and forced it open.

Inside, he was amazed. A bed which seemed big enough for four people. It was large with black covers and sitting up on raising stilts. A dresser, loaded with shirts, pants, shorts and every other piece of clothing he couldn't wear due to his armor situation. A closet, filled with a miniature pantry, half fridge and some more hanging shirts. Shag carpet covered the floor and what amazed Teryl the most was a large collection of glass windows leading out to a large outdoor area. He opened the glass door towards the area and saw that the porch-like structure was made of a onyx black stone. It was gleaming with a finished polish and had a table and chair set crafted from hard steel.

He was amazed that such a terrible looking place was so well furnished. He walked back inside and saw something that took his breath away...a mini bar area. What he didn't see when first looking into the room was it extended a small bit towards his own personal lounge area. It had a small piano, a bar area with chairs to sit down at. Teryl, even when promoted into angel, was a large drinker. He was quick to rushing over to this newly discovered area and ran behind the bar to look at the wares.

There wasn't much alcohol, but the bar wasn't big either. Just some whiskey, vodka, lemons, mixes for the fruit drinks, jagurmeister, glasses, shot glasses, and a large bottle of Gin. For the first time in the longest time, the large angel felt at home. He wasn't fighting the homeless for scrapes, he wasn't running from mobs, he wasn't even relying on others to take care of him, he was finally safe at his own little slice of heaven. Teryl looked above to see a selection of beers chilling on a magic driven, iced beer casing. He took one off, snapped the top off and put it to the mouth slit on his helmet. He began to drink and sighed hard, walking towards the patio area and relaxing for the moment.

The rules seemed simple enough for Daisy, she didn't she would be breaking any of them anytime soon. But that didn't mean she would stay at this University for the rest of her long life; no, she would fill her curiosity and then be off with. She was normal looking enough to explore the human world. But for now her plan was to stay here for a while, at least a human year or two. She fidgeted a bit during the conversation, pulling her papers out, wanting to know where her room was. She didn't think she ever needed a shower more in her life.

The first thing she pulled out was an ID badge, indicating HAWTHORN, DAISY on the top right. Right underneath that it said DEMON with an identification number right under that with more information she wasn't too concerned with looking at. The picture on the left was of of a red man with horns and crossed arms. His names turned into claws and his face was distorted with evil, the background holding red, leather-like wings as well as the flames of Hell. Daisy snorted, not all demons looking like that. She sighed and peered into more of the information, pulling out a single sheet. She looked it over a few times before she was certain of what it said, trying to sound the words out.

Name: Usha Drought, formally changed to Daisy Hawthorn
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown
Species: Demon
History: Unknown
Reason for Schooling: Unknown
Threat: Level 5
Security: Level 1
Room: 86, second floor of Living Quarters
Roommate: None
Misc: Only dangerous if provoked, there have been documented kills from her before.

Daisy frowned, it was uncomfortable how much these people actually knew about her. If it were up to her, they wouldn't known any of that except for her name, the Daisy Hawthorn one. She sighed and shoved the paper back in the envelope before anyone had the idea to peer over her shoulder, not that it was unlikely. From the massive amount of time it took her to read it, they could have probably read it thirteen times. She sighed, hoping that it wasn't too obvious, maybe they just thought she was really intent on her readings?

"Well, I'm off to take a shower. My room's number 86 on the second floor if anyone feels like visiting. You're all welcomed." She told them, a friendly grin appearing on her face once more. She waved everyone goodbye and took the elevator to the second floor, looking for the number 89. It was pretty far down on the left but she didn't mind, it was nice here.

She turned the knob of her room and gasped when she opened it. The first thing she noticed was the bed, a large round one that had green comforters. She grinned and noticed that her room, was well, more lavish than the one she had had back in Hell. Another stiking thing was the walls, most of it made out of glass. The view was of the artisan acres with the graden and sun glared through her room, making her skin warm up. There were curtains hanging up on the wall for when she didn't want the outside view, she would be able to close it. Several empty pots littered the room as well as books about different plants and flowers. She grinned, she would eventually have to get to that once she improved her reading skills.

She sauntered over to the closet and was delighted to see that the school had provided her clothes, she tried to ignore how creepy it was that it was all in her size. She look to just the left of the dresser and saw a pair of doors, opening it. Inside was a bathroom, the walls once more made out of glass. The only difference was in here, the bottom half of it was frothy glass. There was a bath and shower as well as other bathroom essentials. She smiled and turned the shower on, smiling as the water came out hot right away. She stripped and got in her long awaited shower which was pleasantly already stocked with shampoos and soaps and a bunch of other things.

Now this was the life.

Jules was slightly surprised to hear the little girl ask for someone to go grab a drink with. How old was she anyway? “I think I'm heading for a drink too, but are you old enough to drink alcoholic beverages?” He took off his glasses, closed his eyes, smiled and frowned in her direction. Then he looked away and put his glasses away. After listening her answer, he continued. “I guess it's alright then. Sorry, for believing you were that young, but seriously, I need a drink. You coming? Drinks are on me.” The last sentence even made him laugh for obvious reasons.

Jules left the room and walked out of the building. It surprised him to see the demonstration had stopped and a storm had begun. “Geeze, I didn't expect the buildings to be that soundproof.” -He'd heard nothing until he opened the main door. The storm was growing more and more intense. It was very hard to hear to his own voice. Luckily, his clothes were already quite worn out and dirty from the beginning, at-least his jacket and his biker pants. He'd travelled all the way from Chile up to this place and could seriously have needed a shower. Behind him, Ellias had stayed inside and was standing right within of the gate frame. Jules turned back and, again with closed eyes, smiled at her saying. “Don't tell me you've got a problem with rain? It's not like you're gonna melt.”

After that, he ran towards map of the premises. “Cafeteria... no. Artisan Acres... niet... ahh! There, Dead Man's Bar!” Jules ran back to Ellias and said slightly gasping. “ I... know the way. Let's just run there!”

When they reach the bar, they were both soaked wet. The bar looked like the illegitimate child of an Irish pub and a Texan biker's dinner. Jules and Ellias sat at a table with red leather seats and a picture of young Elvis Presley promoting one movie of his.
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Name: Jinx Alosh Venrisin
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Human, Wizard
History: Ran away from home at ten currently living with Master Godwin, nothing else is known he has not spoken about it; no other records seem to exist as well.
Reason for Schooling: In case Godwin were to die he was to be sent here.
Threat:
Security:
Room: 20 first floor right in the middle of the buildings and the ground
Roommate: None
Misc: Has a great potential to be a grand wizard. We do not know what his security or threat is, his magic is growing rapidly, yet his control is can be a bit hectic. Need to keep an eye on him, for himself and the others around him. He seems to let his anger get the best of him that can be very bad. Has an odd marking of a symbol of power on the back of his left hand, unknown as to what that means apparently he was born with it.

Jinx read it and re-read it making sure he wasn’t mistaken. His hand trembled a bit, “how? How did they find out my full name! I never told that to Master Godwin…” he thought to himself more than a bit uneased. He shook his head and quickly stuffed it back into the envelope he couldn’t let the others see it… one thing gave him some comfort, that they did not know his past, but then he remembered that it said they needed to keep an eye on him. Though he knew it was for everyone’s’ safety he found it troubling that a stranger would be watching him, it even took him a while to get used to Master Godwin watching him. He heard Teryl leave and blinked, “how much time had passed?” he thought to himself as he heard Daisy. “Room 20 first floor on the grounds.” He told her with a grin, he looked at his own looks, “I need a shower and recharging, though if what I heard in the show was right, mana won’t be too hard to get… though that makes it a bit too easy, ah well for now I will use it. I prefer healing through resting.” He said as he picked up his staff. He didn’t know what he’d do afterwards, but he knew he needed to rest. Maybe he’d take a nap… after the day he had he doubt anyone would blame him.

He waved good bye to the others as he walked out the way he came and headed for his new living quarters. He saw the carved door and studied the markings. He expanded his senses slightly and felt a slight ward there. He frowned, “interesting…” he muttered, it was a ward he recognized soon after studying it a bit, it was identical to his Masters’ with a sorrowful grin he took a deep breath and placed his hand in front of him, close to touching the door, and sent forth a wisp of aura that twined around the five gleaming stones in order, the yellow gem of air first upper left, the red gem representing fire lower right was next, the deep blue gem of water was next in upper right, then came the green gem of earth on the lower left, then he closed it off making a five pointed star, but he did not stop there he controlled his aura to wrap around the star into a pentacle. It shone dimly for a moment as he felt the ward fade away and smiled.

He walked through the door and looked at the small desk seeing a silver key on it, “must be in case I don’t have energy to ward it… Always good to have a key.” he thought to himself as he gently laid his staff against the wall and looked around, the room was simple and had the basic needs. He knew later he’d probably fill it up with books. A rug was on the floor to keep it from being to cold, other than that he was too tired to take it in. He shook his head and went to the bathroom, it was stone and old looking, but everything seemed to work. He stripped and took a shower. He watched as the soot fell from his body and shivered as he felt the frustration grow inside him. He got out and got dressed as he walked out the bathroom a towel around his waist, his necklace still on and put on his clothes. He tried to keep the anger inside of him but enough was enough seeing the soot on them again brought it all back as he punched a nearby wall. “DAMN IT!” he cried out as he felt the pain shoot through his burned fist and arm. “…We helped them so many times… and they burned down where we lived and because of what? Because we are different? …Well so what! So are they…” he muttered. He felt tears slowly drip down his face to leave a wet mark on the stone ground. He remembered his riddle and his answer, “…I am not here to be a greater good… nor an unholy avenger… but that doesn’t mean I am not without dark or light…” he muttered as he threw on his white robe coat and grabbed his staff as he left his room and headed for the Mana Manipulator taking out the map of the school as he did so. He looked at the storm that fell down on him and frowned, “…please don't grow...” he muttered as he saw the forms of Julius and Ellias running around. He blinked wondering what they were doing.

Ellais tilted her head at his question and let out a sigh, her head falling down. It had happened again it seemed. Everyone seemed to think she looked younger then she actually was. When she was fifteen people thought she thirteen, and the few times her parents took her outside the house to the park, sixteen year olds would talk to her and ask her where what school she went too...that was only about two years ago. “I am twenty two years old...I am old enough to drink and would certainly like a drink.” She said softly, she wasn't angry it seemed, after all it wasn't his fault, it was a bit disheartening though. “I guess it's alright then. Sorry, for believing you were that young, but seriously, I need a drink. You coming? Drinks are on me.” Ellais nodded her head and ran her fingers through her hair, “It is alright, I get that from time to time. And sure, I will come with you, but the drinks are technically on the school."

Ellais grabbed her Marvel bag and unzipped it, she had a back pack tucked in there somewhere but she couldn't find it at the moment. So she just shoved her papers in there and slid her id in her pocket, she may need it. The witch decided she would read the papers that it came with later, probably at the bar. She pushed herself off of the back of the chair and followed after the man. She vaguely noticed that the angel had left awhile ago, a shame but she was sure that she would see him ago. She turned around and started to follow the man, she hoped she could trust him, but he seemed like a nice enough fellow.

Ellais's bag rolled behind her, the sound of the wheels spinning echoed down the hallway as she followed her classmate, she hoped he knew where he was going because Ellais certainly didn't. As he walked down and out the building, Ellais paused at the door frame, a frown on her face and her bandaged hand tightly gripping the handle of her bag. She was nervous to go outside for many reasons. First she couldn't help but remember the rules, especially the one about assassins. What if there was someone out there...she trembled a little scared. Plus the storm was so loud! The wind howled outside, and the rain pelted the ground with such ferocity. At least the storm had scared away the protesters, that was a small blessing. She just hoped it scared them all off.

Ellais could barely hear Jules over the sound of the storm, she could see his lips moving but the wind barely carried the sound of his voice. She strained her ears, leaning closer until she finally could hear him. “Don't tell me you've got a problem with rain? It's not like you're gonna melt.” Ellais frowned at the pun, she was a witch, but she didn't think she was that kind of witch. In fact she knew she wasn't that kind of witch, after all she took baths and showers, and had never melted. “No! I just don't like getting wet!” She yelled at him, but she kept the fact that she was worried about being attacked to herself.

When Ellais saw her classmate had started to run off she let out a sigh, she decided to wait for him, she just hoped he would come back for her. As she stood there waiting, she silently prayed, to whatever may be up there, that nothing would attack him. She didn't think her powers would do much good in the rain...

The fire witch let out a small sigh when she saw her coworker come back, a grin on her face. “Oh thank goodness. I take it you found it then Jules?” She asked before he nodded and told her that the should run for it. She let out a sigh before dashing off after him, shielding her eyes with one hand, the other pulling her bag behind her. She really hoped that he knew where he was going. But then she saw the building, the one labelled Dead Man's Bar and grinned. They found it! Huzzah!

Ellais stumbled into the bar, her torn shirt clinging to her small frame, showing off some of her curves. “I am glad to be out of that weather. It is horrid out there! She exclaimed, panting a little from the dash in the cold weather. The young woman let out a sigh as she felt her bandages squish as she unfurled her fingers. They were soaked...like she had thought they would be. She might as well take them off then. Ellais plopped down in a red leather seat before she unwound the white cloth off her hand. The skin underneath were a bright red, and terrible blisters had formed on the pads of her fingers and her palm. It looked painful, and it probably was.

She unzipped her bag and pulled out the papers, expecting them to be soaked but happy to find that her bag had protected them. One of the papers caught her attention. Mainly because it seemed to be about her.

Name: Ellais Angeline Robertson.
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species: Human, Witch, specifically fire witch.
History: Was adopted by a young couple, found out to be a witch after she nearly burned one of her classmates at the age of fifteen. Has been moving around ever since, as well as homeschooled. Her anger can fuel how strong her magic is.
Reason for Schooling: Unknown
Threat: Level 6, can escalate higher if under emotional distress.
Security: Level 1
Room: Level three, Room 1408
Roommate: None currently
Misc: Seems to only attack when pushed to far. If she is truly angry her attacks can have devastating consequences. It is currently unknown who her true parents are, but it is being looked into.

Ellais looked at her paper and frowned, she almost looked terrified. She actually was terrified. “Hhow...how do they know so much about us...my parents tried to hide the incident about when I was discovered as secret as they could. I never told anyone about it...” She said softly as she the sheet down on the table. “I guess it doesn't really matter. We should be safe here...I hope.” She looked up at Jules with her big brown eyes, she found it odd that he wore glasses inside. He wasn't blind after all, but then again he probably had his reasons.

“So um...what do you want to drink Jules?” She asked softly, she wasn't used to being with the opposite gender. She would fiddle with her thumbs but that would hurt too much. Her burns were very fresh after all.

Jules took a small towel out of his backpack and offered it to Ellais. He directed his face in her direction, but kept his eyes closed for obvious reasons. "Towel? I think I'll take a white russian and a german dark beer, if they manage to get one.”

After a few minutes of silence, Jules started to calm down a bit. It had been weeks since he'd sat down outside of a train. It was a strange mixture of tranquility and sadness. He was very much aware that he might never have another chance to go on a trip like that. Heck! He might be killed during the next few days. His voice, he was well aware how pretty much anyone could take over the world by using him to record a few task-songs. He wasn't a fighter, nor was he a strong-willed enough to use his powers to protect himself. Jules mind was filled with so many different issues and he wasn't sure to to cope with it all. He wished he would’ve stayed in Chile, but he knew too well how irresponsible that would be. A ticking bomb waiting to destroy so much. He looked at a corner of their table, his face covered with remorse and hate for a few moments. “You know what? I think I'm gonna take a scotch instead, on the rocks.”

“Elly, -I can call you Elly right?- what's up with you? Why are you actually here? Did a radioactive spider bite you? Were your parents werewolves?” Suddenly, his face changed into a fiendish grin.
“Feel free not to answer, I understand if you don't feel comfortable enough for it.”[

Ellais reached out and grabbed the towel gingerly before she wiped her face off, avoiding her lips as best she could, she would hate to leave purple lip marks on his towel. “I am thinking of a pina colada...or a strawberry daiquiri...something fruity, and possibly strong.” She said before handing him back the towel. “Sorry if it has ointment on it...”

She stared at Jules eyes, or rather his eye lids, a confused look over her face. It was obvious to her that he wasn't blind, after all he seemed to have found the place just fine...but then why did he wear such dark sunglasses, and why wouldn't he look at her. Ellais bit her lower lip, pondering if she should answer. As the minutes passed in awkward silence she started to think about her situation.

This was the first time the young girl had been seriously out of her house since, well since she fifteen years old. Sure she had gone out shopping with her parents and had gone to the park. But she had lived there all her life and now, now she was going to be living here. It was scary to say the least. But at the same time, it was exciting. She would be able to make new friends, and these ones wouldn't judge her for being what she was, at least she hoped they wouldn't. She would miss her home though, her parents and her life. It was sheltered yes, but comfortable. “Maybe I should get something stronger, fruity but stronger.” She muttered underneath her breath, it may not be the best idea for a fire witch but what the hell.

Ellais shook her head at the mans voice, it really was a beautiful voice. “Hmm? Um I suppose it is fine to call me Elly, I haven't had a nickname in a long time.” She pondered how to answer his next question though. Of why she came here. “I wish I was bitten by a radioactive spider...then I would be like Spider-Man. Or get cancer...but no. The reason I am here is to learn how to control my power...If I say a certain word...my hands catch fire...it hurts.” She says softly looking at her burned hands. “As for my parents, well the ones that raised me are normal, but I have no idea about my biological parents. For all I know they are werewolves...but seeing as I haven't turned into a werewolf underneath the full moon I doubt they are...What about you, what brings you here. And why don't you look people in the eyes?”

Jinx shrugged as he saw Julius and Ellias go into the bar, he was underage anyway. He continued making his slow way towards the Mana Manipulator. He looked at the door sensing no wards and slowly made his way in. His eyes widen at the sight, to say it was amazing was an understatement, it was like a mecca for him. He turned in place gazing at the books, the old tomes, the scrolls, and the parchment. All of many shapes and form he wanted to just pick up books and take them with him, but he resisted the urge to do so as he wandered into another room again this one was empty, which came as no surprise to him. After all it was the first day and so far he had only seen four other people and those were the students. He shook his head as he glanced around the room. He again was amazed at the sight. The middle of the floor was hollowed out and reflections from water danced around the wall. He walked to get a look and knelt down as he dipped his fingers lightly into the water. He grinned as he felt the warmth of it. It wasn’t water, no it was Mana. He gently rested his staff on the ground as he went to the edge of the pool and knelt down. He cupped his hands and placed them gingerly into the Mana pool. He lifted them up as they filled with the shimmering liquid and raised it to his lips as he tilted his head back drinking the liquid, to him it tasted like the nectar from a Honeysuckle plant. He felt the Mana course through his body and took another drink, only a small handful this time. He continued to drink the gleaming liquid as he felt his magic returning.

He resisted the urge to continue to drink the Mana past all he needed. He knew that could be dangerous. He shook his head and picked up his staff and licked the few drops of mana off of his lips, he whispered as a way of prayer, “I thank you for the Harvest of Mana.” He then walked out of the room and out of the library. He looked around the campus as the rain fell down on him wondering where he should go.

“So you noticed, huh? Well...., it's complicated, but I can say this much. I'm able to see whatever you feel emotionally whenever I look into someone's eyes.” Jules face looked like he was trying to forget something painful while saying the last part. “It's hard to trust anyone, when you don't have to. People think their thoughts are their most hidden treasure, but, in my experience, people usually forget how much of their being lies in their daily feelings...” He took a cigarette out of his backpack and light it. “Imagine someone being able to feel your fears and insecurity, Your pain and guilt, hell, even your happiness and passion. It's not like you can turn those things off, right?”

Jules wasn't really able to feel every feeling a person felt in a instant. You could say he rather felt whatever the other person was emotionally busy with. Keeping a person happy and entertained, therefore, was a good way to make some of their pain invisible for him. He would've liked to wait for Elly to order her drink, but since she wasn't ready to order anything, he called a waitress and ordered several different fruity shots and just as many Cuervos, silver, of course. “It must be really horrible to have such power, the ability to burn the life out of others would sounds horrifying. As for my actual “reason”... well, I'm able to sing, but it's more like using other people and myself to shape things according to whatever I sing. It's complicated.”

“Kind of hard not to notice really. I mean you seemed to know where you were going, so you can't be blind. So there had to be some reason too it.” She stated simply. She leaned forward as she listened to the man, frowning a bit when Jules explained why he kept his eyes closed. If she said it wasn't scary she would be lying. However it was also fascinating, it meant that he could be one of the best lie detectors. “Thoughts make up a person...but feelings make them act, if you learned how to control someones feelings you could learn how to control them. If you knew that person was angry or happy, you could react in a way that favored you.” She said softly before she blew on her burns. “And you are right, you can't turn off you emotions, not truly.” Ellais was smart in someways, not in the ways of people though.

When the fruity shots arrived her face lit up, she loved fruity drinks and while she wasn't a heavy weight when it came to drinking, she wasn't a light weight either. “Mmm these look good.” She downed a shot, letting out a happy sigh of content. “And they taste as good as they look.” She picked up another shot before he made his comment about burning people alive. Ellais put the shot down on the table, looking at the purple liquid that floated inside. “I almost have...it was...horrible. They were screaming when their coat caught on fire soon after my own hands. They took off the coat as fast as the could. I don't know what happened too them aside from the fact that they were brought to the hospital and survived. I am sure they had marks over there arms from it...” She stopped speaking and downed her second shot. “So your voice can control people if you sing? That is, well it can be good and bad. You can sing about world peace and people might do it. But if you sing about murder it can go the same way...maybe the school can figure out how to filter out the effects through magic...” Ellais said softly before giving him a smile. “After all, aren't we here to learn how to control this?”