Zephyrus had gotten up at nearly four in the morning. He didn't bother using an alarm clock, knowing that he didn't care all too much if he even was late to college or not. Nonetheless, he had woken up at a reasonable time, given that he'd have to arrive at the academy in about an hour.
He got out of bed with a restless sigh, changing into a casual outfit - a dark blue shirt, black jeans, and navy shoes - before grabbing his black backpack with a skull painted on it and trailing downstairs. Zeph didn't bother to eat anything for breakfast, mainly because he didn't really need to eat, so he instead decided to simply grab an apple and place it in his backpack, for if he ever did bother to grow an appetite.
He then grabbed a plain black jacket laying on his couch and put it on in a way to hide most of the tattoos around his arms. Though there were still many visible areas showing, like his hands, neck, and parts of his face, Zephyrus shrugged it off for now. A little unrecognizable hieroglyphics and symbols never bothered anyone, right? Well, at least to him they didn't.
He finally exited his house after grabbing all of his belongings and placing them in his backpack, being that he would have to stay in that college for the whole year. What was it his invitation note said again? He quickly reached in his back pocket and read through the letter.
'Greetings! You, (insert name here), have been invited to join a magical campus for kids like you, with magical abilities! The placement of the school itself is rather.. tricky to get to, so there will be a limousine picking you up at your living quarters. It will get there around four in the morning, so be prepared! There are dorms for you to stay in, also, but don't go bringing any extra clothes or anything, cause that's a hassle! We have a teleporter for your other belongings emitted in your dorm room, so no worries!
We hope to see you attending, and look forward to any students that care to enroll!
Sincerely, Mrs. Poette'
He sighed at the note, knowing that every invited student would also get the same letter, and walked outside, waiting for the limo that would soon pick him up.
In a matter of time, a shiny black limousine had rolled up to Zephyrus' house, parking itself, and honking at him to get in. He reluctantly sighed, gripping on to his backpack and pulling his hood over his head, before entering the vehicle with a frown.
Once inside, he said realized that he was the first one to be picked up. Great.
He also realized something else.
There was no driver to this car.
In fact, it was a self-driving, magic-filled automobile. Zephyrus arched an eyebrow and didn't bother to retort, watching as the door had closed, and the car had driven off to the next house. In the process of waiting, he took his earbuds out and hooked them to his phone, playing music rather loudly, as to give off the impression that if someone wanted to talk to him, he couldn't hear them, and wasn't interested in conversating. He just hoped to get to the college quickly, so that he could lock himself in his room and stay there for the whole year.
He got out of bed with a restless sigh, changing into a casual outfit - a dark blue shirt, black jeans, and navy shoes - before grabbing his black backpack with a skull painted on it and trailing downstairs. Zeph didn't bother to eat anything for breakfast, mainly because he didn't really need to eat, so he instead decided to simply grab an apple and place it in his backpack, for if he ever did bother to grow an appetite.
He then grabbed a plain black jacket laying on his couch and put it on in a way to hide most of the tattoos around his arms. Though there were still many visible areas showing, like his hands, neck, and parts of his face, Zephyrus shrugged it off for now. A little unrecognizable hieroglyphics and symbols never bothered anyone, right? Well, at least to him they didn't.
He finally exited his house after grabbing all of his belongings and placing them in his backpack, being that he would have to stay in that college for the whole year. What was it his invitation note said again? He quickly reached in his back pocket and read through the letter.
'Greetings! You, (insert name here), have been invited to join a magical campus for kids like you, with magical abilities! The placement of the school itself is rather.. tricky to get to, so there will be a limousine picking you up at your living quarters. It will get there around four in the morning, so be prepared! There are dorms for you to stay in, also, but don't go bringing any extra clothes or anything, cause that's a hassle! We have a teleporter for your other belongings emitted in your dorm room, so no worries!
We hope to see you attending, and look forward to any students that care to enroll!
Sincerely, Mrs. Poette'
He sighed at the note, knowing that every invited student would also get the same letter, and walked outside, waiting for the limo that would soon pick him up.
In a matter of time, a shiny black limousine had rolled up to Zephyrus' house, parking itself, and honking at him to get in. He reluctantly sighed, gripping on to his backpack and pulling his hood over his head, before entering the vehicle with a frown.
Once inside, he said realized that he was the first one to be picked up. Great.
He also realized something else.
There was no driver to this car.
In fact, it was a self-driving, magic-filled automobile. Zephyrus arched an eyebrow and didn't bother to retort, watching as the door had closed, and the car had driven off to the next house. In the process of waiting, he took his earbuds out and hooked them to his phone, playing music rather loudly, as to give off the impression that if someone wanted to talk to him, he couldn't hear them, and wasn't interested in conversating. He just hoped to get to the college quickly, so that he could lock himself in his room and stay there for the whole year.
Raziel the Shapeshifter. Human, Vampire, and Wraith, all wrapped into one being. It was a troubling and complicated existence for him. Though despite having a long, troubling life, he still looked young. He stood practically in the middle of nowhere, in the form of a black haired, blue eyes human that looked to be in his late teens. He had no true home, he hadn't had one for centuries. How the note had gotten to him, he had no idea. But it clearly stated his name, so it was meant for him.
So here he stood, with naught but the simple clothes he wore, waiting for this 'limousine' that was supposed to collect him. Raziel had no idea what a limousine was, as the male had never even seen modern technology in his entire life. Though, as stated, a black, sleek, metallic contraption appeared before him. It stopped, a hatch on the side opened. Raziel's blue eyes narrowed, so this was a limousine. An odd way of travel, he thought. He saw that there was another inside, but he disregarded them. He was never one to trust, nor immediately introduce himself. He climbed into the vehicle, and took a seat as far away from the other as possible. He doubted he should even trust the contraption he had just entered, yet he had nothing better to do.
So here he stood, with naught but the simple clothes he wore, waiting for this 'limousine' that was supposed to collect him. Raziel had no idea what a limousine was, as the male had never even seen modern technology in his entire life. Though, as stated, a black, sleek, metallic contraption appeared before him. It stopped, a hatch on the side opened. Raziel's blue eyes narrowed, so this was a limousine. An odd way of travel, he thought. He saw that there was another inside, but he disregarded them. He was never one to trust, nor immediately introduce himself. He climbed into the vehicle, and took a seat as far away from the other as possible. He doubted he should even trust the contraption he had just entered, yet he had nothing better to do.
While Syn wasn't one to question much, this letter had raised countless inquires.
First off; who, what, where, when, and how? He had lived under the radar for years now. No one should have his address, real name, or anything for that matter. And someone invited him to a college? Syn had to read the letter over a couple of times to make sure he wasn't going insane or anything. Nope. Nothing had changed; it was still the same old words on the paper. The silver haired teen let out a long drawn out sigh. If it really was a school for magical people, then he should be interested, as in normal schools, he was always picked on for how he looked. Despite that fact, Syn had a general distaste for social interaction in general.
Oh well. Might as well go see what this is all about.
He had been waiting for the limo to come by and pick him up. Syn wasn't all that tired as he usually woke up this early everyday.
Eventually, the limo had pulled up in the street in front of him. He was a bit skeptical at first, but then he hesitantly climbed into the vehicle. There were two other people in already. Syn ignored them, and was relieved to see that they didn't exactly want to talk either. He sat down in complete silence and crossed his arms, gazing out the window.
First off; who, what, where, when, and how? He had lived under the radar for years now. No one should have his address, real name, or anything for that matter. And someone invited him to a college? Syn had to read the letter over a couple of times to make sure he wasn't going insane or anything. Nope. Nothing had changed; it was still the same old words on the paper. The silver haired teen let out a long drawn out sigh. If it really was a school for magical people, then he should be interested, as in normal schools, he was always picked on for how he looked. Despite that fact, Syn had a general distaste for social interaction in general.
Oh well. Might as well go see what this is all about.
He had been waiting for the limo to come by and pick him up. Syn wasn't all that tired as he usually woke up this early everyday.
Eventually, the limo had pulled up in the street in front of him. He was a bit skeptical at first, but then he hesitantly climbed into the vehicle. There were two other people in already. Syn ignored them, and was relieved to see that they didn't exactly want to talk either. He sat down in complete silence and crossed his arms, gazing out the window.
Verstand had finished reading the note when he heard a vehicle pull up in front of his house.
Timing is on point with these people.
He thought to himself. He retrieved his prized daggers, stowed them into a hidden case and walked out to the limo. He saw no driver and 3 people already inside the vehicle.
"Looks like I'm not the first." He said to himself.
He opened the vehicle door and took up a seat near the middle of the vehicle, studying the other occupants closely but subtly.
Timing is on point with these people.
He thought to himself. He retrieved his prized daggers, stowed them into a hidden case and walked out to the limo. He saw no driver and 3 people already inside the vehicle.
"Looks like I'm not the first." He said to himself.
He opened the vehicle door and took up a seat near the middle of the vehicle, studying the other occupants closely but subtly.
"More the merrier~? Right~?" she said cheerfully, while sitting next to her supposedly friend or perhaps partner Alex Denote. She wasn't dressed casually but was more on the...formal side. She had an odd selection of attires, mainly gothic in an one piece dress. The colors were black and purple. She looked young, around 20 something. She was a bit on the short end of 5'4". Alex was quiet next to her. He was reading a book to past time but nothing or name was on the cover. It was a blackish cover. His hand had a single black glove. His features was Western despite the black hair. His black eyes were....dark in a way. Dark history..maybe? He was a bit younger than Restia.
(I'm like super tired so I won't be responding right away however this is just a spot saver for when I wake up. sorry if anyone was wanting to interact with her youll have to wait)
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