It appeared that she was in the right place, but even so she'd about taken every single stop on the way before she got to the place she was looking for. Either way, she was there finally with the other Art students. Some occupied while others, Novo in particular, were already making impressions.
The Inkling backed away a few steps, or as far she could until her heels kissed the wall. "Yes," she inputted slowly but surely as though she'd never spoken the word before. The language was still new to her after all. Ink had existed no more than two months, so of course she didn't know English thoroughly. To add, it was an ever growing language and she'd have much keeping up to do if she was going to make it in this world.
The Inkling backed away a few steps, or as far she could until her heels kissed the wall. "Yes," she inputted slowly but surely as though she'd never spoken the word before. The language was still new to her after all. Ink had existed no more than two months, so of course she didn't know English thoroughly. To add, it was an ever growing language and she'd have much keeping up to do if she was going to make it in this world.
Before the Artists could speak for themselves for much longer, the door was pushed open, so hard that it rebounded back. He caught the door.
The male that stood in the door was wearing armor that was the color of ice. There was a large gem in the center of his chest, one that was dark blue. It seemed to pulsate if one looked at it too long.
His sword was strapped to his back. It was in its scabbard, which was a dark blue. The royals in the room, which included the ice warrior himself, seemed slightly on edge.
"Dmitri, is it safe to have Glaciershatterer with you? Of all times?" Aidas spoke up, a small bit of uncertainty to that confident tone of his. Amneris seemed to have moved closer to Aidas.
"My sword is bound to me. The old fuck ought to die at one point. So he's allowed me to train with it, to see if I could control it." The blonde answered stubbornly.
Aidas looked at the students. "A good time for a quick lesson, I suppose. That's a royal weapon, each royal family has one. They're decently dangerous, and each one has its own particulars about who wields it. Often, it involves the use of blood." He said, that uncertainty ringing in his tone.
One would notice Andrei's hand was slowly reaching for his own sword, which appeared in his hand at a murmur of words.
"Go. The rest of mine ought to be waiting already." Dmitri said, brushing his hand over the sword on his back as if he was caressing a baby before disappearing in a flash.
Andrei made a sigh of relief. His sword was also in its scabbard, which was clear, yet, no sword appeared to be there. How typical for an Illusionist. The white-haired male collapsed to the floor, and Aidas ran off, pulling the alarm.
Amneris, in the meantime, looked at the students. "Out to the courtyard! Aidas will handle this, he probably got overwhelmed with pressure." She said, standing outside the door and waiting for the students.
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The male that stood in the door was wearing armor that was the color of ice. There was a large gem in the center of his chest, one that was dark blue. It seemed to pulsate if one looked at it too long.
His sword was strapped to his back. It was in its scabbard, which was a dark blue. The royals in the room, which included the ice warrior himself, seemed slightly on edge.
"Dmitri, is it safe to have Glaciershatterer with you? Of all times?" Aidas spoke up, a small bit of uncertainty to that confident tone of his. Amneris seemed to have moved closer to Aidas.
"My sword is bound to me. The old fuck ought to die at one point. So he's allowed me to train with it, to see if I could control it." The blonde answered stubbornly.
Aidas looked at the students. "A good time for a quick lesson, I suppose. That's a royal weapon, each royal family has one. They're decently dangerous, and each one has its own particulars about who wields it. Often, it involves the use of blood." He said, that uncertainty ringing in his tone.
One would notice Andrei's hand was slowly reaching for his own sword, which appeared in his hand at a murmur of words.
"Go. The rest of mine ought to be waiting already." Dmitri said, brushing his hand over the sword on his back as if he was caressing a baby before disappearing in a flash.
Andrei made a sigh of relief. His sword was also in its scabbard, which was clear, yet, no sword appeared to be there. How typical for an Illusionist. The white-haired male collapsed to the floor, and Aidas ran off, pulling the alarm.
Amneris, in the meantime, looked at the students. "Out to the courtyard! Aidas will handle this, he probably got overwhelmed with pressure." She said, standing outside the door and waiting for the students.
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By now Jenny had gotten dressed. She still had on her arm warmers, leggings, choker, and bandanna. She had her blazer tied around her waste by the sleeves. "So what's going on again?"Jenny asked.
The child-like girl watched all that happened, and felt the tension between Andrei, and this other person she didn't quite know. It was a good thing that he had disappeared because the girl might have foolishly tried to intervene. But Andrei collapsed and her attention turned.
"An-Draaaaaay!" she called out, running over to him and kneeling beside him. The look on her face was nothing but concern.
"An-Draaaaaay!" she called out, running over to him and kneeling beside him. The look on her face was nothing but concern.
At one point, Erasai had been told to head to the courtyard by one of the Combatants, though when she arrived, it seemed that no one else had yet. So she was left sighing, sitting on a stone bench to wait for the others. She thought it odd that she disliked the quiet she had. Of course she had felt loneliness before, but it was different. Being around so many people who were unlike her before, and now she was just alone it seemed. Save for her Instructor, she really didn't get to talk to anyone much.
By now Jared had found his way to the court yard. He looked around, slightly surprised that only oen girl had arrived by now. "Uh... where is everyone?"He asked approaching her.
"The Artists had an issue."
The woman appeared in between the two, wearing all black. Even her face was covered, leaving only her eyes exposed. It appeared that they were covered with some kind of clear covering.
"It's been solved." Haruki added, taking off her mask. Her eyes had red flowing through them. She was prepared for something to happen.
She had her weapon,the double katanas, at her waist. They were no doubt covered in poison. She looked even more miserable than usual, actually.
The woman appeared in between the two, wearing all black. Even her face was covered, leaving only her eyes exposed. It appeared that they were covered with some kind of clear covering.
"It's been solved." Haruki added, taking off her mask. Her eyes had red flowing through them. She was prepared for something to happen.
She had her weapon,the double katanas, at her waist. They were no doubt covered in poison. She looked even more miserable than usual, actually.
Oop: Yeah I've been waiting for others to psot 
Elsa was mildly concerned at the sight of the weapons.
Is something wrong? she projected mentally, looking with concerned eyes at the blademaster.
Is something wrong? she projected mentally, looking with concerned eyes at the blademaster.
Jared sat at one of the seats, not minding the weapons. Occasionally these weapons would be used for decoration, and even then it never hurts to be armed incase of any possible attacks.
Evelynn came out, dressed in her new uniform she had changed to match her style. The teal color was quite pretty with her sea-foam green hair. She had managed to catch the tail end of the scene between the staff and let out a scoff when it was all finished. "Really? What kind of school has so much tension between teachers? Doesn't that put a hindrance on... I don't know, teaching?"
Without even waiting for a reply, Evelynn made her way out. Surely she'd find the others, perhaps with less drama involved.
Without even waiting for a reply, Evelynn made her way out. Surely she'd find the others, perhaps with less drama involved.
Mirage and Trey weren't far behind Jared when they came to the Courtyard. "Good Morning, everyone!" Mirage would chirp cheerfully, while her brother merely found himself a seat and kept to himself. Mirage could only silently curse her brother for being so introverted.
Soon Jenny got out to the court yard as well, and took a seat next to Jared. Jenny still wore herbandana, arm warmers, leggings, and choker, which mied with her shirt, skirt and the blazer tied around her waist made ehr outfit look odd to say the least.
Her question unanswered, Elsa shrugged and headed out into the courtyard.
It appeared that Viola could sleep through nearly anything, save for the screaming alarm. Having seen the gathering in the courtyard she came down. On the way she apparently managed to pin her hair up, put on her gauntlets and greaves, and grab food from somewhere. She even put her uniform on, albeit only half way with the upper half of the jumpsuit like uniform hanging from her waist and wearing a white tank top.
Walking into the courtyard with a apple in one hand she looks around before asking in a irritated tone "What's with the racket?" she hated getting woke up by any form of extreme noise, added to the fact she was not fast or graceful upon waking up.
Walking into the courtyard with a apple in one hand she looks around before asking in a irritated tone "What's with the racket?" she hated getting woke up by any form of extreme noise, added to the fact she was not fast or graceful upon waking up.
The two of them were practically mirror images. The wavy red hair, the sharp golden eyes, the golden armor, and even their weapons matched. Alexander and Kassandra Ambrosia looked more like brother and sister than they did father and daughter, that was for sure. He radiated confidence and pride as he walked with the girl he had fathered.
Their golden crowns glimmered, as did their armor and weapons. Even their hair seemed to shine, almost like it was made of woven rubies. It was no wonder this was the family who tended to command the respect in the room, holding themselves proudly and being as pleasing to the eye as they were.
Father held daughter by linking their arms. He was only two inches taller than she was, but managed to look intimidating despite his height of 5'6.
"Combatant division, to me." Alexander's voice was loud, proud, and definitely commanding. He held a few white, satin strings.
Their golden crowns glimmered, as did their armor and weapons. Even their hair seemed to shine, almost like it was made of woven rubies. It was no wonder this was the family who tended to command the respect in the room, holding themselves proudly and being as pleasing to the eye as they were.
Father held daughter by linking their arms. He was only two inches taller than she was, but managed to look intimidating despite his height of 5'6.
"Combatant division, to me." Alexander's voice was loud, proud, and definitely commanding. He held a few white, satin strings.
Holding her apple in her mouth Viola straightens up the bottom half of her uniform as she made her way over to Kassandra and her father. She did not bother putting on the upper half, leaving it to still hang from her waist though she tied the sleeves around her waist to keep them from flailing around. A large, nasty bruise visibly peaked out from under the low neck line her tank top, a painful reminder of her first Combatants lesson.
With her apple back in hand, occasionally taking a small bite out of it, she smiles at the site of the father-daughter duo "Very impressive! I can see where Kassandra gets it all from." She was surprisingly calm, a virtue of her still not fully awake after dozing off after the earlier workout. It had not yet dawned on her that she should be at attention.
With her apple back in hand, occasionally taking a small bite out of it, she smiles at the site of the father-daughter duo "Very impressive! I can see where Kassandra gets it all from." She was surprisingly calm, a virtue of her still not fully awake after dozing off after the earlier workout. It had not yet dawned on her that she should be at attention.
Nelís returns to the room, tugging on the cuffs of his sleeves to loosen the gathered portions around his arms. He supposed it looked nice; decent, but if he'd been able to being it to the desired colour it'd look marvelous. Not often did he refer to darker colours due to his cobalt hair. Nonetheless, everything fit fine and he'd try his best not to brood over the gray vest. Instead he observed everyone else in their uniforms, soon resting on Kassandra and Alexander.
With his old clothes folded under his arm he made his way over to Jenny and her brother, seating himself beside the two. "They haven't called for us yet...?" Nelís asked, smoothing out his folded shirt in his lap.
With his old clothes folded under his arm he made his way over to Jenny and her brother, seating himself beside the two. "They haven't called for us yet...?" Nelís asked, smoothing out his folded shirt in his lap.
Evelynn glanced at Nelis as he entered and scoffed at him. She folded her arms over her chest and made a point not to reply to his question. Instead, she looked out to the matching pair who had called out the Combatants. She just watched quietly as they formed up, snickering a bit when the blonde seemed ditzy enough to make a fool of herself.
Erasai could only watch in awe at Kassandra and Alexander. They demanded much attention and respect, and it seemed that they would get it. When called, she quickly stood, vibrant hair billowing behind her as she did, making her way to Alexander and standing firmly in front of him. She donned the usual Combatant look of the red and gray jumpsuit, sitting snug to her from. Her gold eyes watched with anticipation of what might be asked.
