Ryuu Yamauchi, Jeanne R. Cortez, and Nathaniel G. Terotrax

"Dammit... where are those two?! That girl did say that it'd be easy to find her..."

Ryuu, who was still wearing his same outfit, grumbled with his backpack still behind his back. He had found the bag, but never exactly went back to his dormitory. After all, he was not mentally prepared to meet his roommate just yet. It might've been a "trap character," or maybe even a ghost, though it was highly likely that he did not have a supernatural roommate. In fact, it'd be crazy to find a ghost in general. Okay, maybe there were ghosts, but not in his dormitory. Definitely not.

The otaku sighed, his hands in his pockets. Finding his two friends in the student center was his priority. Yes, they were his friends. He admitted it. The only problem now was finding them. He had great expectations in meeting them, and he hoped that David's silver lights were absolutely awesome in every perceivable way. Ryuu could tell that the boy was somewhat interested in Serena, but then again, his intuition could be just utter crap. Visual novels were not exactly the best sources of information sometimes.

Sometimes, that is.

"They better have dressed up nicely," he muttered, speaking quietly to himself. He was personally looking forward to how daring David would dress up, and how cute Serena would look in a dress. Actually, he wondered if she had the ability to go inside computer screens and look two-dimensional.

That would be close to paradise.

Jeanne R. Cortez stretched her arms, her eyes set on the scary-looking otaku. She had bumped into him earlier in the day, and really hoped that she would not meet him again. Yet, here he was, searching for prey to feast upon. This guy not only looked scary, but he probably was scary. He looked scarier than the hostile pirates she met at the seas! She dearly hoped that the otaku would not see her. The pirate captain shivered, turning away from the dangerous man.

Methinks I should find a better person to talk with, but... who should I start with?

Avoiding the dark-haired student at all costs, the redhead looked around for people to socialize with.

Meanwhile, a man with a boombox had just entered the student center. He had just breakdanced from several hours ago until now, and he was still fully pumped up.

He sure did love music!

The Three Stooges - Hell

Reggie walked the halls of Lucifer's castle, trying to find that damned archer. He knew Kain would show up eventually but Pace... he was a different story altogether. He stopped in the middle of the hallway when he noticed him sitting on the floor, watching something.

"Dude... What are you doing?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Hold up," the archer said, intensely focused on a plunger sitting in front of him. "Someone left this fabulous sh-t here."

"...A plunger? Dude... Seriously? Reggie asked, rolling his eyes. He pulled his fingers through his haired and sighed. "We don't have time to be screwing around. Boss wants us up top by morning." He continued, trying his best to get the archer motivated to move.

The archer moved his eyes away from the plunger, now looking at his fellow demon swordsman. He then said, his expression remaining the same, "I used to be a plumber."

Reggie stopped what he was doing and turned to Pace, staring at him, his expression blank. He turned sharply and walked over to the nearest wall and slammed his head into it. A few seconds after, he turned back to Pace, blood trickling down between his brows. "...Why the hell are you an archer now, then?!" He asked, shouting and began rubbing his temples.

Feeling somewhat stupid when the swordsman asked him that, the archer simply told him, "I dunno, my mom told me to be one. She said it pays more than what they give to plumbers."

Reggie sighed, giving up.

Maybe, I should just go find someone else. I mean, Boss wouldn't mind right? I'm certain Kain wouldn't mind either. Stupid dolt doesn't mind anything. Doesn't say anything.

He looked over at Pace, his eyes hard. "....I... I honestly don't know what to say now. I'm just going to go... shoot myself." He mumbled, turning to walk away.

This caught the archer's attention. The man stood up from the floor, facing the swordsman who was walking away, as he simply explained, "But I'm the archer! I'm the one who's supposed to do the shooting."

Reggie stopped and let out a groan, his hand finding it's way to his forehead.

Is he really this dumb? I mean, does Lucifer really hire idiots like this? Wait... What about... me?

The archer noticed the swordsman's troubled expression. Feeling guilty for not doing it earlier, the man took out his bow and loaded an arrow without any hesitation present in his actions. He then pointed it directly at his fellow soldier.

"Holy sh-..." Reggie shouted, whipping around as he heard the sounds of the archer pulling his bow. "Wait, wait, wait! I didn't mean for you to literally shoot me! It's a figure of speech! If you're going to shoot anyone, at least shoot the people we're after!" He continued, holding his hands up as if they'd stop the arrow.

The masked archer seemed to (surprisingly) understand Reggie's explanation, as well as his statement. Acknowledging his fellow demon soldier, the archer simply shot the floor. He simply answered, "Okay."

Expecting an arrow to the face, the swordsman jumps about 3 feet in the air, jumping backwards and falling on his arse in the process. "Holy sh-t, dude! Watch it!" He shouted at the archer, wincing as he tried to get back on his feet.

"Well, how else am I not supposed to shoot you?!" The archer asked, utterly baffled by the swordsman's reaction.

Reggie let out a loud disgruntled groan, his frustration growing. He turned to the archer, his face red with anger. "I. Don't. Know! I'm a swordsman NOT an archer!" He screamed at the man, spit flying out of his mouth.

It was no wonder this archer's name was Pace O. Shazt.

"But," Pace said, doubt shrouding over his face, "smart people know how to use anything! You're a swordsman, so you're obviously smart, right?!" As he said this, the archer continued holding his bow.

Reggie stared at Pace, clearly insulted by his words. He couldn't really rebuttle him. He didn't exactly want to admit he wasn't very bright. There was a reason he just swung a sword around. Still, he felt he had more strategic thought processes than Pace did. No matter.

"You... I.... UGH! I'm not paid enough for this shit." He muttered, clearly irritated with both himself and this archer.

"You're right," the archer said, sounding somewhat... enlightened. "You're not paid enough for this, and I'm not paid enough either. Those damn fools! Who do they think they are?!"

Suddenly, the two males hear a soft dark sound and feel a tingling at their back. As they turn, slowly, they see Lucifer standing there, towering over them, his burnt skin popping with heat. Reggie felt the hairs of the back of his neck stand up as he looked at his boss, fear settling in.

"H-Hi, B-Boss." Reggie stuttered.

"Oh sh- er, hello, sir," Pace said with a nervous look.

Lucifer ignored the swordsman and turned to face Pace, his expression masked by the marks on his face, but one could still clearly see hatred in his old eyes.
"God. Now get back to work before I cut your pay altogether." Lucifer grumbled at Pace before vanishing into a clowd of black smoke once again.

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Kain walked down the hallway, his expression blank. He looked outside to fires if anyone were looking, they'd swear they could see a smile on the demon mage's face. He lifted his head slightly when he heard a familiar sound and narrowed his eyes, staring in it's general direction. He walked further down the hall and spotted Reggie talking with Pace, more like screaming at him. His eyebrows raised as he watched Lucifer appear near them after Pace's... ill thought out words and stifled a small chuckle at the scene.
He walked up to the two after Lucifer was gone and sheepishly asked, "I'm late, aren't I?"

Pace attempted to coldly speak to him, only to have his anger gone when he saw Kain. "Yes, you piece of- handsome devils."

Kain simply blinked at Pace, not really quite sure what to say to the archer. Wouldn't it be rude if he agreed with him? And it wasn't like he disagreed with him either...

Reggie rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. "Can we please... just... move on? We're going to be late." Reggie told his two comrades, giving them a hard look. He wanted to get this over with so he could go back home and eat some of his mother's soup.

"I KNOW, RIGHT?!" The archer exclaimed, flailing his bow up in the air. "Why are we not moving? This is all your faults!"

Kain let out a small grunt and began walking off, toward the place where Bael would open the portal. Reggie watched him with tired eyes.

Yep, definitely not getting paid enough for this. The demon thought dryly as he followed Kain, leaving Pace behind.

The archer blinked before realizing that he was falling behind. "...Huh? Hey! Wait up plz!"

With some boredom in mind, Isse walked back from the garden and into the halls, where he had finally found his time to take a good night's party. He thought of changing his clothes, but then again this somewhat formal wear he had been on since his entry to the school is enough for the celebration. Taking into account what Mr. Contrast, his given nickname of the man he met earlier, said about the directions of the party, he takes a long flight of stairs as he proceeds to the student center.

With the door of the party venue now right before him, Isse takes a gulp before touching the doorknob, as if he felt possible wacky shenanigans beyond the tall, wooden, hinged slab to his front. After moments of consideration, he finally grips the metal rod, turns it, and enters through the celebration.

Well, what could i expect from a school like this.

Criston - Student Center

Still pacing the floors, Criston looked around the room. It was beginning to fill up with students, slowly but surely. He let out a puff of air and continued walking. The room itself looked fabulous, as if they were in outer space watching a shimmering constellation. Different colors accented everything, making the room seem to glow. A disco ball hung in the center spinning lights around the dance floor and background music played, something to fill the space as people walked in.

He stopped in the middle of the floor and shook his head.

Why am I all worried about her? He let out a loud shuddering sigh and blinked as another nameless girl walked up to him, her big blue eyes staring up at him expectantly. He gave her a small smile and patted her blonde head before walking off toward the TV on the other end of the room. There was a bar with food and drinks on one end, a pool table adjacent to that and a TV with couches adjacent to that. Criston jumped over the couch and fell into it, sinking in as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Slowly, he flipped through channels, just trying to get his mind off of Luna Laciel.

Bael wasn't exactly expecting company, right now; much less a demon's company. The boy shifted into his seat, staring blankly as she moved over to sit close to him, claiming that she had missed him. The boy wasn't even sure of what to respond. Well who are you again? Didn't seem like the proper reply to 'I've missed you!'. It took him a few seconds to feel the energy coming from the girl sitting by his side, and an instant for him to recognize it, his eyes widening.

"Lillith, what are you doing here?" He spoke in a lower tone, as if her very presence could be considered something strictly prohibited. She claimed that she was bored; and that apparently was the only reason for her to be in here, saying that she wanted to help him. A grunt escaped the demon. "I don't want to be rude, but.. Help me? With what, exactly? I don't think you should be in here." The playful wink only made him feel uncomfortable. Is this a test? Moments ago he was thinking about his task and hesitating in it's completion and suddenly, Lillith appears out of nowhere to have a friendly chat with him? That was strange to say the least.

Lilith - Garden

"Fine..." She grunted, spinning away from him, a clear pout held on her lips. "I'll just tell him you rejected my offer of help." She told the demon, her eyes shifting to the ground.

Please let me stay...

She took in a deep breath and turned to smile at Bael. "Can't I stay here? I just want to be of some use. What if I told you he sent me. Would you let me stay then? Oh... and call me Rose. Don't want to give anything away." She continued, pulling her finger up to her lips as a sign for him to be quiet. "Don't worry, I'm not here to spy on you or anything. I just... I wanted out of that room. And here seems a good a place as any." She told him, smiling. She lifted her legs and let them swing around playfully, enjoying her human form. It always felt different from the demon one. Still, she wished she could parade around in it. But it might bring attention to her. She'd rather they think her a lowly demon.

Oona - Cafeteria then student center

When Zivon went and threw up Oona felt like she was definitely interrupting something and got up and left, she wandered around the school for awhile, finding various rooms that seemed unique, until it was almost time for the party so she headed for the student center.

there were already students there and the place looked amazing.

Oona wondered what kind of party it would be, she hadn't been to many, her parents had been kind of protective, and she was still only 16.
she hoped it would be fun, and not boring like all her school dances had been, the ones she had gone to anyway.

Andromeda - her room then student center

after roughly an hour or 2 of silent debate she decided to wear the dress but she was also going to wear a dark satin clock over it so she wouldn't show as much. so she finally got off the bed and dressed, then headed shyly for the student center, taking a route that appeared to have less people, she got to the building with no trouble and quickly climbed a second, mostly unused staircase to get up to the top where the party was being held.

the room was decorated beautifully, she had never gone to a public school so she didn't know if this was normal, she had also gone to know parties ever, she hadn't of even gotten any for her birthdays, but of course that didn't seem odd to her, it had just been the way she was raised.

she was now hiding in the corner farthest from the food table, as she figured people would begin congregating there.

she hoped someone would come talk to her, as she was finding it harder and harder to move as more students came in.
"oh Athena, help me" she muttered, then chuckled at her own joke, Athena being the Goddess that put her in this situation in the first place.

Bael groaned quietly, moving a hand towards his face. Not a face-palm, he simply dragged his hand over his own face. He was genuinely annoyed; not by her, but because he had absolutely no idea of how to deal with her. Not her, specifically, but if he did something wrong, there was someone else who could... Yeah. He gave up thinking about it.

This is difficult.

The boy poked her back, shrugging afterwards. "Fine then, [b]Rose. I doubt that it was him who sent you, very much so... But who am I to say no to a cute, young, innocent girl?"[/b] The sarcasm in his voice when he said the words cute, young and innocent was nearly palpable. An evilly smirk surging at the edge of his lips, the boy leaning closer to the girl, whispering something inaudible in her ear, before leaning back and giving her... a thumbs up. Then, he just watched as she apparently... played with her legs. Something like that. Bael felt like doing that and more when he first changed into his human form, but that was long ago. He had in fact, been toying with it for a while, so he eventually grew used to it.

"By the way, you look prettier with horns." To break the conversation into another subject, he suddenly spoke out with a teasing tone... Which honestly was his actual opinion. She did look much better with horns. And he couldn't tell why... Horns aren't even appealing.

Lilith - Garden

She smiled slightly as she played with her legs, listening to him.

Innocent? I wish...

She smiled as he whispered into her ear and she simply looked at him and nodded. A silent way of confirming his words. She looked around the garden, watching everything. The moonlight on the water, the lightning bugs flying around. She was tempted to get up and chase one but just as she was about to get up...

"By the way, you look prettier with horns." He spoke suddenly, almost as if in a teasing tone. She turned to look at him, a brow raised but then a small smile appeared on her face. "I know. I wish I could parade around this world like that but... I'd rather not garner attention at this point." She took in a deep breath and leaned back, looking up at the stars between the trees.

"So, are you prepared? The time is drawing closer. Only an hour or two to go." She asked, turning to look at Bael with big red eyes, her hair fell haphazardly over her black leather jacket. There was a small angle at the ends of her lips, a hint of a smile as she thought of the days to come. True though it was that this was only a test run, it still excited her. To see that little b-tch dead. It was all she'd ever dreamed of. "I'm assuming you've met her." Lilith asked, a look of disgust evident on her face.

"I know. I wish I could parade around this world like that but... I'd rather not garner attention at this point." She took in a deep breath and leaned back, looking up at the stars between the trees.

Bael quietly observed her, his expression being a blank one, void of any notable emotion. When she asked about him being prepared, however, the boy stopped looking at her and instead looked forward, not at anywhere specific. He began to hum quietly, not answering for a while, his eyes slowly blinking.. He bit his lower lip, moved his hands together... It was nearly as if he wasn't prepared to even answer her. Then, he stopped moving, clapping his hands together as he stood up, stretching his arms up; he began to speak without looking at her.

"Of course I am, what an obvious question. I've had a long time to prepare myself just for this." He took two steps forward, making it look that he was going to walk away; but instead, he just turned and looked at her, moving his arms behind him, hands grasped together.

... Then she asked the boy if he had met her, and his mind fluttered towards her. His lips twisted upwards, in a smile. "Yes, I have. She's..." Absolutely perfect. Adorable. Beautiful. These words could define her, but Bael knew better, using that wouldn't be proper in the slightest. "Infinitely, angelically, stupidly and unbelievably boring. She's disgustingly... angelic. I'm still questioning this attention towards her. Hell's fire, I had to control myself to not walk away within the first five minutes of contact. This odd complexity is beyond my comprehension, I think I will never understand why pay someone like her so much attention." Saying that gave him an odd feeling of annoyance with himself which was also beyond his comprehension.

Carmen - Student Center

Carmen had stayed in the Student Center the whole time, from the end of the duet with the guitarist to the start of the party's guests strolling in. For most of that time, Carmen had played music to herself, and when she wasn't playing she was pondering. She could occupy herself for weeks in this way, but as the first guests started rolling in as the SBG was setting the intro atmosphere, Carmen began to play dedicated background music. She mostly played soothing jazz ballads, playing all of the parts at once through her trumpet. When she played Sail Away, you would swear Tom Harrell's quintet was playing on the stage. She hoped to create a soothing, welcoming atmosphere for the incoming guests before the hard-hitting music that was sure to follow once the event officially started began. Sitting on a stool playing in a corner, she did not invite attention to herself except through the music she was making, which nearly begged the passersby to stop and listen.

The boy who gave the speech at the opening ceremony was there early, assumingly the organizer, but was restless for a reason unbeknownst to Carmen, who hoped her music would calm his mind. The rest of the SBG was milling like ants to get the party set up in time.

The pirate girl had also stayed around the whole time, and was visibly vexed to see an evil looking man enter the Center. Carmen recognized him from when she was in the garden a few hours ago, but paid him no mind. He could be the nicest person in the world.

An extremely energetic male with a boombox soon came into the Center, and Carmen wondered if his abilities also had to do with music. She guessed that they did, and figured he would probably be great at the high energy music that would probably show up at some point during the night.

A male dressed in red showed up, and although his color choices suggested demonic origins, she felt like it was something else.

As all these guest filed in slowly, Carmen surveyed the scene from her corner, often making eye contact with the guests. As the atmosphere gradually increased in energy, with the disco ball spinning, outer space on the ceiling and more and more people filing in, Carmen matched it by increasing the energy of the music she was playing. She wondered if anyone would join her by the time the really high energy stuff got going. She was certainly enjoying herself though, watching the guests mingle and occasionally react to her music.

Everything seems boring.

Isse, knowing that the party hasn't started yet, just came to check out the party venue, and despite then still no cheery atmosphere came into his vision and mind. He'd figured it would be best to spend the time waiting in the garden, breathing all the fresh, open air within the area rather than sit and do nothing but to wait an hour or so before all things weird breaks loose. So then, did he take another long walk downstairs, taking care not to bump into anyone again last time, walked down the corridors and then went out to the garde-

What the...fuck? What in the name of Yahweh is even going on here? Isse's confused thoughts overcame his mind on the sight of something... unsightly. It was off his comprehension to see something like this. His face sat still, blank, empty, and void of any emotion. Hope they have mercy, hope they have mercy...

Wearing a black halter dress, Kathy stared at her reflection in a full-length mirror as she fumbled with the clasp of a silver chain necklace. On the chain dangled a miniature pocket watch, acting as a practical pendant that hung just a few centimeters below her collar bone. ‘About an hour left.’ She thought, reading the time from the reflected face of the pocket watch.

Getting out her phone, she pulled up her contact list and pressed the most recently added name: ‘Crash’.

Meet you by the staircase at the second floor of the dorm building?

Confirming that she sent the text, she left her room and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Leaning against the railings, she watched as a decent number of people chose to use the stairs over the elevator. More students passed by than she would had expected, evidently headed to the party on the top floor based on their attire and/or excited chatters. She would have thought that an hour was a bit early, but it seemed that people were eager to get the party started. Staring up at the ceiling, Kathy let her mind wander as she waited patiently with her phone in her hand for a reply back or for Crash himself to show up in person.

He ended up pretty lost in a matter of seconds trying to find the student center; he walked through some hallways but he couldn’t find it. After a while he was at deep thought in how this school worked, was money needed? Can you go outside the school? As questions filled his head he didn’t know that he was at some stairs, He had forgotten he was at the second floor the whole time. ‘I guess when you think a lot you forgot somethings…’ he noticed by the stairs was a girl there with red hair and wearing a halter dress leaning on the rail of the stairs. ‘She must be going to the party…maybe I should ask where is the center…’ He slowly walked up to the girl until he far enough and asked.

“Umm..,uh, exc-use me but…do y-ou know whe-re is the stud-ent center?”

Crash
After spending the best part of half an hour trying to find his room earlier that day(because he’d fallen in the pond and the letter with his room number on had turned to a smudgy white pulp) Crash placed the last of his things out on the side. Which in fairness were not an awful lot...He owned very little, probably because he broke things on a regular basis. He tucked a tattered old photo album inside his desk draw, picking up a surfer style shark tooth necklace he pulled it up around his neck tying it as he walked over to his window. He leant his arm on the edge of the window frame above his head as he watched the sun set in the distance, intricate warm colors danced across the sky. He imagined the sun’s rays dancing and laughing as the dodged away from the envious night that clawed its way towards them, forever doomed to chase them but never catch them...after all...ooo butterfly.

He shook his head as the butterfly fluttered past the window, he stood back and stretched he had showered earlier washing away the grime from the pond. He reached for an ironed...yes ironed burgundy red dress shirt, pulling it over his bare torso, he rolled the sleeves up just under his elbow before starting to do it up. He had a new pair of dark jeans on and he’d had to wear smart black loafers, his trainers were out on the balcony drying. I hope it doesn’t rain... He shrugged, picking his phone up just before a message beeped onto the screen he almost dropped it out of surprise. His eyes flickered to the message before down to his watch as he grabbed his I.D card shoving it into his back pocket.

Within a matter of seconds he’d closed his room door and was jogging down the hallway, trying to close the last few top buttons of his shirt as he ran. He opened the door to the stairs with his butt, spinning into the stairwell grinning as he successfully poked the last button through the hole, he almost spun into a nervous looking boy who was stood talking to someone. He stopped himself just in time, a flicker of relief apparent on his face as he exhaled a quick apology. “Sorry...wasn’t watching where I was going” He rubbed the back of his neck as he turned to see who the other student was talking too and at the same time felt his face flush with color. whoa... Was the first thought that hit his mind. Dude you’re blushing, stop it! “H-hey Kathy” He grinned, with his hand behind his head. And you stuttered?! Pull yourself together Crash cleared his throat, flicking his hair out of his eyes the color dissipating from his cheeks as he spoke again, more confidently. “You look great!” He smiled having regained his composure. Since when did he do awkward embarrassment?

Serena
Should have worn jeans... She shifted uncomfortably outside the party, yes, she was wearing a dress somewhat awkwardly. Her tails were somewhat of a nuisance as they twirled low to the ground behind her, her dress was azure in color and long in length. She took a deep breath before pushing the door open to the party and walking inside, relieved when she realized it was already quite busy. She moved forward and blended into the crowd, well as much as one with tails could blend in...she only stopped moving when she was sure she was at the back of the room away from the entertainment section at the other end. This was a bad idea... She felt anxiety spring up inside of her, so many people here it wouldn’t be long before the tails were noticed...

Isse scurried away to his dorm room, trying to keep his anger to himself. He was stressed, very stressed. Clearly, he misunderstood what was going on there, yet he doesn't know that false sight. He began to question once again the source of mysterious anger. What was it, really? Why was he born naturally with this detestation of unknown kind? The nature of the spirit of the Yatagarasu itself became blurry to him; as it was when he had saw the same experience in the past few times this fit of inner anger has made a notable presence in his mind, in the course of his life.

He dived into the bed once again, forgetting all he had saw earlier. All his tension was released with one big exhale to the air, and buried his face into the pillow, where he bathed in the comfort of his bedroom.

Puck - Garden
Underneath a large rhododendron bush in the garden, a sleeping black rabbit stirred softly, then awoke coughing. Puck's throat was sore, and his mouth dry.
"I must be getting old," he said aloud, his voice scratching. "The last time I fell asleep on my way somewhere was--five days ago?"
He then noticed the couple seated on a bench across the path.
"Ahhem!." He cleared his throat, a mix between a cough and a gargle. "Sorry to bother you youngsters. I'll just be going now. You just keep--doing whatever it is you're doing."
He hopped out from under the bush, changed back into a human, and started down the path towards the main building. Just before he disappeared around an ancient maple, he turned and asked, "I'm sorry, but could you point me to the cafeteria? I've not been here long."

“Hm?” A shaky, unfamiliar voice interrupted her daze. A boy with greyish hair and eyes had walked up to her at some point, asking for directions. Smiling, she tried to set him at ease as she replied, “It’s at the top floor of this building. You can just follow these steps all the way up there, or you can use the elevator. I’m waiting for someone so I can't lead you there right away, but you don't mind waiting then you can follow me there.”

Hearing the door to the stairwell open, she reflexively turned to see who it was. The smile she had on grew a few inches when she recognized the person. 'Did I see it wrong or was Crash fixing his button?' The motion had been too fast for her to be sure, and her view was a little obstructed from the person in front of her. She hoped she didn't accidentally make him rush. But Crash didn't appear all that disheveled, so she assumed it was fine. ‘Red definitely suits him.’ She thought, trying to appear as though she was staring at his general direction instead of at Crash himself. There was something oddly fascinating about his “clothes*” at that moment.

Luckily, he seemed a little preoccupied about apologizing to the boy in front of her. She noted how he seemed to touch the back his neck relatively often, recognizing the gesture from their first meeting near the auditorium and during their conversation in the cafeteria. ‘A nervous habit?’ She guessed, thinking he probably shouldn't play poker or old maid if she was right.

Meeting his eyes, Kathy ended up blushing around the same time Crash did. It was partly because she was a little embarrassed from staring, but also partly because she saw him blush first. Why the second one mattered, she wasn’t sure. She barely noticed his stutter as she attempted to cool her cheeks down with her free hand. “Hey Crash,” She greeted, “Thanks. You do too.” Then realizing the red-and-dark-color scheme they both seemed to be working on, she let out a small laugh. “Look, we match.”

Having had time to let her embarrassed flush tone down to just a happy glow, she asked, “Stairs or elevator? I’ll follow where you go.”

“It’s at the top floor of this building. You can just follow these steps all the way up there, or you can use the elevator. I’m waiting for someone so I can't lead you there right away, but you don't mind waiting then you can follow me there.” The girl said.

“Oh than-ks…” He thanked the girl, slowly bowing his head. “Sorry...wasn’t watching where I was going” When he heard that he turned around and saw another red head but a guy wearing a red dress shirt, dark jeans and black loafers. Zivon smiled as a way of saying it’s okay then step away from the two. This is probably the person that the girl was waiting for. He stepped back a bit, somehow he noted that the two somehow looked like a couple in a way, outfits kind of matching, lightly blushing to each other. He felt rude for even thinking that but from the books he had read well it felt hinted.

‘Maybe I should go…’ He looked away for a while, he felt liked he should go to the student center by himself but he still felt like he could get lost after even after hearing what the girl said. It had seemed that his self-confidence went to good to downhill spiral. ‘Just asked if it is fine to follow, probably stay away from a good distance and that would be fine.’

“Um, I ho-pe you don’t min-d if I do foll-ow you g-uys, I wi-ll be a f-ar back an-yway...”

Anedine
Anedine went through the first day like everyone else. Sit down on the entrance ceremony, lend her ears to the student government president, walk around the campus, and such. One thing she just outright forgot, however, is to talk with someone else. Yes, she missed out on the socializing part of first days. But why? The school's elegant design, that's why. Her mind was blank most of the time, and that sudden realization came right in the midst of walking within the corridors.

"Eh!? Haa, haa, haa, haa!" In a flash, Anedine ran quickly like a hare as she let out worried cries. "Why didn't i think about this earlier!?" With some knowledge that there was going to be a party within the next hour, she rushed through the girls' bathrooms and changed into her light winter clothing (second pic on sheet), then scrambled as quickly as she can towards the student center, taking the stairs as she thought there would be no time to use the elevator. She knocked open the doors, went in the middle of the room and and looked, turning her head left and right as if she was an eagle finding her prey. She decides to go for a bus-driver looking boy (Ryuu) within the crowd, running towards him, then tried as hard as she can.

"Uh, e-excuse me..." Anedine shut her eyes tight for a moment, shedding a tear in nervousness. "I...i-i am A-A-Anedine, n-nice to m-meet you!" She made a clear, visible blush.

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Isse
Isse's thoughts floated away in the wind of silence, nearly on the verge of sleep when he suddenly woke up again in self-control. With a depressed face on him, he walked slowly and erratically to the bathroom, took off and hung his clothes, then turned the knob which let a downpour of warm water down to his body. His thoughts floated away again, now on the sea of confusion.
This is the Yatagarasu's hatred... I know it because i should've not let my inner rage overflow my mind normally. This anger is spontaneous. Perhaps, the Three Legged Crow isn't just only a simple, plain spiritual creature. Maybe it has thoughts, of love and hate, intelligence and ignorance. Isse's angsty self took place, as his body continued to be dampened. There, on his hands, he sees nothing but a question: is this power really a gift, or a curse?