Interacting with: [@Poppirious] Mentions/Musings: [@Hammerman][@Reshy134] The moment the ship lurched with violent force, the reaper of House Arachne bolted from his bed with trained vigilance. The armors surrounding his room sprang to life with the Blacksmith quickly encasing Enzo in its plates. There was silence for a few brief moments until a raggedy voice sounded off from the speakers, inviting them outside the boat. As it seemed, they had finally arrived on Death Island-- home of the training academy for Reapers. His parents and siblings were all proud alumni of this institute and the last thing Enzo wanted was to be given the same expectations. He already accepted that he could never match the prowess of Carlo or Dante; he could never be as intelligent as Rose or Teresa. His siblings were all on another league-- head and shoulders above the rest. And, here he was... at the brink of exhaustion at just summoning his three spirit-armors. "I'm a failure, aren't I?" Enzo whispered to the darkness as the armor slipped away from his body. The legacy sighed before picking up his satchel which contained nothing but a few clothing and some notebooks for him to scribble on. Most of his belongings have already been transported ahead, anyway. With a snap of his fingers, the three spirit-armors left him in a small burst of smoke. This was no time to feel sorry for himself. If anything, he had to live up to the standards left by his family, if only to make his sister proud. He had no idea what was in store for him, but if anything, he wanted the academy to train him to still be able to fight regardless of the accursed plague on his body. He was tired of being the spider who spun no webs whilst his family's threads ran deeper to the bowels of the earth. It was his time to spin his own legacy. --- The conglomeration of students flocking at the docks caused a shiver to run down Enzo's spine, and it wasn't to the cold winds that Enzo shivered. No, it was the thought of having to prove himself to this sheer number of students. How many would stain his family name by wiping his ass on the floor? How many would look down on him once they know that he was but a spider with no fangs? It was already becoming a dreadful thought. Clad in a jet-black sweater pulled over a pair of dark-blue jeans with rubber shoes, Enzo adjusted the Arachne [i]sablay[/i] or sash which ran from his left shoulder to his right waist. The sash was onyx in shade, lined with white threads resembling spider webs. The symbol of House Arachne shone in golden hues in the center of the sash and below it was the motto of the House, embroidered in [i]baybayin[/i] script. The [i]sablay[/i] was a ceremonial attire, only to be worn on formal occasions. However, it had become a tradition in House Arachne for new enrollees to the Academy to wear it on their first day as a declaration that a legacy of their prestigious House was present among the ranks of students. To be honest, he would have preferred not to wear it, but the laws of the House must be followed. Besides, Teresa had always wanted to see him wearing the sash for the first time, and maybe, just maybe, she could see him now. "Let's get this over with." Enzo decided with a huff before walking over to the horde of students already splitting in their own little groups. Socializing was going to be a chore, definitely. Especially, with the sight of one of his future classmates flashing her undergarments for the males to see in their full glory. Enzo rolled his eyes with contempt at those who visibly leered at her, and scoffed at the thought of a typical member of House Lionheart to bungle on the first day. Of course, he would know her: Alexandria of House Lionheart. He had studied the other members of the Great Houses, trying to see how he compared to his peers. Still, he respected House Lionheart-- a clan of brave warriors who shaped their very house out of the bastions that the demons once called their own. He never expected less from Alexandria. Then, his eyes of a rather Asian-looking lass to the far left, and the Japanese features alerted Enzo to the presence of another legacy. He had seen her looks from the lectures, recognizing Mei of House Lepidos. He had only interacted with House Lepidos a few times, but from that limited contact, he felt genuine warmth and care from those butterflies. They could never seem to hate, merely... dislike, at most. It was a weakness that other Houses saw in them, but Enzo would digress. Something needed to counter the darkness that the world offered, and House Lepidos was a bright beacon in that department. Did Mei inherit their kind and caring demeanor? Enzo was interested in finding out. Soon. As he continued walking, the crowd of students bumped into him, causing him to stumble close to a rather nervous-looking boy around his age. A lot of things were said about a person depending on their body movements. Joy, fear, disgust. The simplest of twitches betrayed the truest nature of an individual, and for this scared peer of his, he was similar to a lamb in the middle of wolves. He jolted at every shadow, trembled at every sound. It was almost pitiful. Maybe, he should rescue this lad? Teresa did hammer in him the virtue of helping others. "Stare at others that much, and they're gonna think you're a weirdo," Enzo called out to the auburn-haired boy. He eyed the boy from head to toe, trying to see if he was a legacy or a famous scion. When he came up with blanks, Enzo decided that he was actually a greenhorn which explained his nervous behavior. "New, huh?" The Arachne legacy grinned at the thought. "The name's Enzo. We're both new, I guess, but something tells me," A fit of coughs interrupted him mid-sentence before he managed to pull himself together. "You've been through a lot." He pointed to the dark rings under his own eyes which mirrored that of the boy's. It was a weird coincidence how they both looked sickly, dark rings under their eyes with skin pale. However, Enzo believed that while his affliction was permanent, this guy could still recover. Oddly, for some reason, he felt jealous. But, only a little bit. If only.