[b][i]Zephyr[/i][/b]

Zephyr stared in disbelief at the pixie as he apologized. Against his better judgement, he'd followed the obnoxious creature to dead end after dead end, even when it became obvious that he had no idea what was happening. His scaled fist clenched at his side as he resisted the urge to pick up the pixie and create a green stain on the carpet. They now had about an hour to find their dorm room before they were electrocuted by the carpet. The pixie was still on the floor, aura shaking as if he was about to start crying.

[i]"What the hell is [b]wrong[/b] with you?!"[/i] Zephyr groaned in frustration, not even sure if he was talking to the pixie or himself. Of course, he was an idiot for believing the tiny creature, and he was damned if he was going to wait around for Zensei to come to his senses and get a move on before they became ashes on the starry carpet. He looked at the numbers floating above the carpet more closely. The one closest to him read 10-R. Putting his palm against it, he nearly kept back in surprise as a grand oak door appeared in front of him, 10-R emblazoned in italics above his head. "[i]Did you see that?"[/i] He asked, not necessarily to the pixie. However, even though he ached with every fibre in his demonic body to crush Zensei, he didn't necessarily want the carpet to be the one to get rid of him. [i]"Come on. There has to be an order to this."[/i]

It took about fifteen minutes to find 10-H, and Zephyr tried not to cringe in embarrassment at how easy it had really been to find it. Placing his palm over the glowing letters, the door appeared and swung open for him. Pointed teeth displayed in a grin, he strolled in with his normal confidence, taking in the luxurious nature of the room. It didn't startle him. In the short time he'd been at Rosewood, he accepted such opulence to be the norm. A human had already reached the room and sat down on the bed labeled Reas Grimorea. He seemed fairly average, but had rollerblades on, which Zephyr found rather strange. It didn't bother him for long- he was used to how strange humans were, and it was a relief that he wouldn't be the only one dealing with that blasted pixie. Reaching a bed, Zephyr collapsed onto it with a satisfied sigh. The bed was almost unnaturally soft, giving Zephyr the sensation of floating on clouds. His name etched itself onto the headboard, and he sat up and looked at the human again. [i]"What's your Class?"[/i] He asked him, sizing him up.