[i]Welcome one and all to Worthington's Academy of the Super Natural. I'm sure you all know why your here, what reasons compelled you to come. And no matter what your past or your origins were, we accept all exiles of the mortal society. Here at Worthington you shall be given the chance to learn of your heritage and how to control your power... Otherwise, it will eat you alive. Ah, but do not fret; even should you decide not to follow the path of your blood, we will still teach you the ways of the mortal realm, so that you to may find your place among their kind as you would here. Relax, be safe, and most of all, enjoy your time here...."[/i]

Those words echoed in all the minds of those who received their letters of acceptance from the mysterious dean of Worthington Academy. Each received their letter, as well as a list of supplies they would need to gather and rules they would have to follow. Some were tailored to each of the student's races, as the school knew fully well that some would need to have special accommodations. Each student was also given their uniforms, though they were not obligated to wear it until they have been properly moved into the school. A week after each student received their acceptance letter, they were to go to designated areas to be picked up by an old-looking horse-drawn carriage. It looked small from the outside, bring drawn by a bearded old man in a fine suit, but inside they would find that the carriage was much more spacious, almost luxurious. There were large booths for people of all sizes with a table at the center, a basket of snacks as a complimentary gift for the students. Student's luggage was handled by [url=http://i.imgur.com/WOwRt3k.jpg]formal goatmen[/url], who assured the safe handling of all luggage. One by one the prospective new students would file in, hours passing by as unknown to the passengers that the carriage was crossing all over the world to pick up it's students. And likely by magic, no matter where the student came from or their level of intelligence, they could "speak" to one another and understand each other, vocally at least. 

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[center]Louis Carmine[/center]

Louis sat in the carriage, trying to calm his nerves. This was the big day for him. After giving his mother his farewells, he and Mabari where all packed up and got onto the carriage. There were many others here, some chatting among each other, others keeping to themselves. Mabari had left to wonder, as Louis trusted him not to get into trouble. During most of the ride he just looked out of the window, fingering his Holy Lock. Though he knew he was not the only demon at the school, he did not know the extent of the fear he might evoke if he were to ever reveal the beast inside of him. But than again, who knows what else he'll meet that would challenge his power. Though not a violent person himself, it excited him anyways.

He was one of the first to arrive on the carriage, and he noted that after a while it seemed like the carriage was moving though not just different places of the country, but places around the entire world. It was impressive to say the least. After an hour or so various goatmen would come out with trollies of snack foods and rinks for him and Mabari, as well as other students. It was quite fancy, though he didn't imagine that it would always be like this. Just something to give the students a good impression to be sure. Still, he did not have anything bad to say as he munched on some hotdogs, which have been unique tailored to help ease his horror hunger, though not that he knew that.

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[center]Restu Goroshi[/center]

[b]"As I've said, it was still an impressive victory. I'd personally wouldn't mind having a venomoth with just those skills."[/b] To onlookers, it seemed as though Restu was just talking to the other side of the booth. More observant people would notice the faint silhouettes of people however, the ghostly images in the shape of humans. To Restu they were as clear as day; they were her friends and allies, the souls of the dead kept protected in her Death Note. Though she can normally talk to them through the Death Note, they enjoyed the free movement outside of it. [b]"By the way, did you see his newest image? The one with Marisa? That was pretty cool, looked like she took Reisen's advice."[/b] A small burst of laughter came from the group, but aside from Restu, most of everyone else would only hear her and the faint echo of the ghosts. Soon Restu became quite and the ghosts took lead of the conversation. She was left to listen contently as she drank her coffee.