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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=00bfff]Lilie[/color] [@Hero] and [color=f26522]Cassandra[/color] [@Gisk]
Mention: [color=82ca9d]Salem[/color] [@Trainerblue192][/sub]
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Amaris did not miss the sudden tension that accompanied her arrival, the smaller girl dropping her gaze as her posture shifted away. The countess had to force her expression to remain stagnant, attempting to hide her disappointment from the group. In her haste to check in, she had spooked the human and robbed Cassandra of a response to the conversation they had been having. It wasn’t at all a surprising turn of events, after all the young mage had just been introduced to what it felt like to be the china when the bull entered shop. Still, she hated the feeling of being feared, as if she were some kind of monster… 

The young vampiress shuffled back a few steps as a young male rushed in to the girl’s side, the recognition in her face a clear sign of their growing bond as classmates.  She was a tad curious as to what sort of business the pair might have had with administration that they would have to speak so cryptically about it, but she had learned from her own trip to the building that it was likely to be far from simple. Her mind drifted off as she tuned out the interactions going on before her, having already been clearly rejected once by those it involved, but the sound of Cassandra’s voice dragged her back to reality.

“[color=f26522]Were you ready to return to the dorm? Is there anything you needed?[/color]”

Amaris stared blankly for a moment before the words fully registered. She was fairly certain that Cassandra was attempting to offer her something, though the hesitant nature of the question suggested she was uncertain. It reminded Amaris that between all the crazy interruptions, she had yet to actually speak to Cassandra about their new relationship. A warm smile replaced her prior expression as she nodded slowly.

“[color=f49ac2]Yes, actually there is. Let’s walk and talk though, there’s not much we can get accomplished if we’re buried underground.[/color]” The countess shot a look in the instructor’s direction before turning and leading the way, snagging her belongings on their way out.

“[color=f49ac2]I do apologize for disappearing on you earlier. There were some details from the incident that needed to be addressed, but I believe it’s all been taken care of.[/color]” Amaris’ fingers twitched as she fought the urge to toy with the bandage on her face. Instead she wrapped them tightly around the straps of her bag and glanced over at her partner.

“[color=f49ac2]I would prefer to be in for the remainder of the morning, so if there’s anything you need for your classes before we head back let’s get that done first. Otherwise, you and I have a couple of things to discuss in private.[/color]”

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[h1][color=f7941d]Dakota Brookes[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=DodgerBlue]Damien[/color] [@Achronum][/sub]
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Arms linked together, the energetic pair set off to leave the arena before the director started threatening people, the tension it caused making the youth laugh a bit. There was little Dakota could take seriously, and somehow, having just watched someone get buried hadn’t been one of them. As the pair marched onward, Damien mentioned something about getting his hands on sugar which made Dakota think of a milkshake. In all honesty, there was little idea of where to go to find such a treat, but there was now a sudden craving for one, and no curfew to stop them.

“[color=DodgerBlue]Lead the way, oh great one! Mostly because I have no fucking idea where we are since I’ve only been here for a few hours![/color]” Only a few hours? That means he hadn’t been present for [i]any[/i] of the orientation materials. A rough way to start any academic career, but there was little doubt he would figure it out as needed.

“[color=f7941d]This place is absolutely enormous. I don’t know how anyone can find anything around here. I’m sure if we wander around long enough, though,  we’ll find something tasty… you should have seen the welcome party they threw for us. There’s no way we can’t find more of that good stuff on campus.[/color]” In their wake was not a single care, just laughter and the sense that shenanigans were inevitable if they were to linger any longer than they had. 

As they walked, Dakota continued to think on Damien’s comment about how much time he had been able to spend on the grounds… or rather lack of time to be more precise. There was a bunch of things that had happened over the last couple of nights that he may or may not have had a chance to be a part of, and that made the youth curious. One of the first things that came to mind was whether or not he had been given a chance to meet his vampire… of whether or not he was even assigned to one just yet. But seeing as even Dakota didn’t feel like talking about their own partner just now, there was little will to bring it up in conversation.

“[color=f7941d]Wait, so you just got here today? Did they lose your invitation or something?[/color]”