[center][u][b][h1][color=80ff80]Ignia Nosfera[/color][/h1][/b][/u][/center]

Ignia woke up with a start, was it because she had a Nightmare? was it because she felt a disturbance in the fabric of the universe? no it was because of a certain someone named Melchior whom's recorded voice caused people to wake even if they were in a coma. Never the less Ignia rose up half awake. Though dazed she had enough wits about her get out of bed, she wasn't at home anymore which meant she couldn't lay in if she wanted to. Getting dressed in her usual well dressed get up (though this time wearing the green shirt under a black blazer and jumper combination). Turning her green eyes to her D-Ciever, she picked it up. She should of really gotten Ethels number but oh well she could get that later. A more pressing concern crossed Ignia's mind.

She had made a mistake, quickly packing her academic type duel into her bagpack she let out a huge sigh of self loathing. Her the great and wise Ignia had not only wrote the wrong course to take. She was tired though after that bus journey so she could not beat herself up about that but also choose a non compatible duel disk. Now of course Ignia's face was a bit ghostly at the prospect of taking the wrong course. people would probably use that to tease her, she would have the last laugh of course but she didn't want to go through that. She needed to speak to the head master before anything else. Walking through the hallways with a face redder then a Inmato painted red. Ignia took a embarrassing elevator ride upwards. Upwards towards the top floor to the very place nobody really wants to go.

Was she talking about a old mans basement? no she was talking about the principals office, knocking on a door with a knock that could be interrupted as hesitant or enthusiastic. She waited for a response with a look of fear and anticipation on her young face.

[center][u][h1][color=a36209]Vincent Gulfus[/color][/h1][/u][/center]

Vincent had had put his head on the table he was sitting at having finally finished his deck altercation, returning to his dorm with a look of glee across his face. He opened his dorm room door peering inside once more at his room. Putting his stuff down on his bed, he walked over to the desk. Picking up a slightly stale blue-eyes white dragon cookie and a papercraft of a red-eyes to match. He smirked in approval at the gift knowing full well whom it was from. Eating the cookie and savouring the sweet taste, Vincent got into his bed once again. after stripping down to his underwear. (he was too hot to wear anything else) Sure the Chaos Ambassador was tired as hell, still he had no people to join his pretend Embassy but oh well thematic theatrics were kinda fun to do in public. 

Vincent dreamed a long and empty dream but it allowed him to rest just enough before Melchiors voice provided the wake up call he had started to loath. [color=a36209]"Oh shut up"[/color] Vincent mumbled under his breath voicing his annoyance to a recorded message. Getting dressed in one of his favourite get-ups as known as what he normally looked like. Either way the morning hunger began to call Vincent downwards towards the cafeteria. Making sure he had all of his stuff needed, Vincent took his little walk down to the cafeteria. He was half asleep and so was much milder then usual. Still a few minutes later with some cornflakes, Vincent was sitting down and eyeing the Guy whom was hand standing. Brooding and waiting for him to fall.