Classes Begin: Day 1
While the day had been cooler, the Forges were blistering hot. Loud clangs of metal against hot metal could be heard. While most of the buildings near the Mansion had been made of wood, they soon turned into steel constructions. Students could be seen running between the many buildings, carrying everything from supplies to fully finished projects. In the center of all the commotion was a bear of a man. Long, thick, scraggly brown hair was tied back in a tail just as a short, but scraggly, beard adorned the man's face. Bright eyes looked out from under the man's eyebrows. He wore a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans and black boots. Over his clothes the man wore a thick and heavy leather apron. He had been listening to a third year girl when his attention suddenly shifted. Calling out to a boy, the man's gargantuan voice roared over all the noise. "BOY!! How many times do I have to tell you? Stop munching and get back to work! That silver ain't gonna forge itself, now is it?"
The boy's spine immediately straightened and his hair rose on end. Smiling, the boy turned around, a chunk of steel hanging from his mouth. "Yes Boss!" Was shouted as the young man inched away from the steel bin. Reaching the other side, he swiftly turned away and ran down the silver smithies. Just as the boy ran off, several first years turned up. Guided by Elliot Donovan, a tall and slender man, the group began to walk towards the Forge Master.
"Hey Damian! Don't you dare run away!" A mischevious grin lighted up Elliot's face as he walked between the buildings. A slight breeze always accompanied the dark-haired man wherever he went. With one hand in his pocket, Elliot waved at the bear. Of course, as soon as Damian saw the incoming 4th year, he quickly looked for something to do. While he hated the student, Damian couldn't very well say it to his face. Not after what happened last time. Gritting his teeth, Damian was about to greet the student. However, one of the smithies exploded. With smoke and flames off in the distance, Damian pulled out a third year student and sent her to deal with the newcomers.
With a smile on her face, Elise walked up to the new group. "Hello Elliot," her smile was definitely forced, an irritated twitch manifesting in the corner of her mouth. "What are you doing here?" The threat and suspicion was almost visible between the two students. If one looked closely, they would see the tiny flames sprouting up around Elise's feet. Not only that, but Elliot's breeze became slightly sharper as well.
Without missing a beat, his tone venomous, Elliot responded, "Well, Elise, I see that you're as beautiful as ever."Pausing for a moment, the man let his insult sink in. "If you must know, I found these two first years after breakfast and offered to guide them. It just so happened that they belonged here, much to my dismay." Looking down at his watch, the man feigned surprise. "Oh! Would you look at the time! Well, I better be off. I'll see you later, love..." His last word was filled with a knowing, insidious venom. As he turned to walk away, the winds around him picked up speed and density. Obscuring him from view, they immediately dissipated. Elliot Donovan was nowhere to be seen.
The woman, who stood with gracious fatality only moments before was now relaxed. No longer tense, she smiled at the two new students. "Sorry about that, I hope he didn't do anything to you," pausing for a moment, she continued. "I'm Elise, Elise Farlough." Holding out both her hands it was easy to see the mixture of soot, coal, and sweat that left blotchy smudges on her skin and clothes. Even so, clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and a leather apron, the third year had an almost serene beauty.
Richard Courtier (The metal eater)
Richard Courtier (The metal eater)
Martha buried herself among the papers on her desk. In the room were several tables, covered with books and charts. There was only one other person in the room. A third year student by the name of Alexander Zydlewski, but most people just call him X. He had cleared off on of the tables earlier, and was now setting up his tea set. Clearing his throat, X surprised Martha. Jumping up from what she had been writing, Martha had been unable to catch the boy's words. "I'm sorry X, but could you repeat that for me." Her glasses sat lopsided on the bridge of her nose, and her hair was in a huge mess, but the middle aged woman still looked as young as a twenty year old.
"I said, 'when are we expecting the new student?'" Always the voice of reason between the two, X sighed as he plugged his electric kettle in. He had always liked the traditional kettles, but there was no stove in the Infirmary. As such, he had been forced to buy this kettle from Haven village.
Watching as the young man turned to his herbs, Martha began to dig around the papers on her desk. Reaching about halfway through the third pile, the teacher found what she was looking for. Scanning the page, Martha answered X's question. "It says here that she should be here at 10:30." Fixing her glasses, Martha looked up at X. The boy had a startled expression frozen on his face. Coming to his senses, X finally responded.
"Damnit! Ms. Bedleck, It's already 11:30!" Pulling his jacket on, X rushed around the tables. Stopping at the doorway, he turned to Martha, "Ms. Bedleck, just-just stay here." Rushing out the door, X ran down the hall, eventually ending up at the stairs. Several flights loomed below him as he began to make his way down. Flying down the stairs, X eventually made his way to the bottom floor. Running towards the front door, he began to hear the ringing of the doorbell. Reaching the handle, the young man yanked the door open. There, in front of him was a girl with green, slime-like hair.
Felix stood, undisturbed between the trees. His golden mane surrounded his head and neck. A tall can in hand Felix merely tilted his head as a perfectly placed flying kick flew past. Reacting fast, the second year landed smoothly against the trunk of a tree. Folding swiftly, the younger lioness fell gracefully to the ground. Standing on all fours, the woman took a breath and roared. Immediately, the very trees shook from the shockwaves, causing all manners of avians to fly up. As the lioness charged her father, several other students burst from the undergrowth. Felix’s ears twitched in response, but that was the only response. Sidestepping his reckless daughter and dodging underneath the swipe of a bear, Felix let her run into the most troublesome of her friends. Then, with pinpoint accuracy, Felix brought the end of his cane up, smacking the side of the bear’s head. The bear disappeared, replaced with a boy clutching at the side of his skull. With a bellowing roar, the last contestant charged, more out of honor than out of a hope of winning. However, the axe-wielding minotaur soon stopped in his tracks. A golden-furred hand was already on the student’s chest. Mark was clearly surprised, Felix was standing there in front of him, and had stopped his charge as though he was an ant.Felix flicked his wrist, and the bull was gone. The only evidence was his groaning form covered with the remains of a tree.
Turning towards his daughter, his eyes never truly focusing on her, “Andria, take your friends to the infirmary. Mark will need to be healed, and I fear that Bastion,“ Felix motioned towards the boy that was now cradling his head, “might have a concussion.” With a twitch, Felix’s ears perked up. He could hear four bodies walking through the woods. They took frequent stops, possibly checking a map. “Hmm, it seems that the new first years are on their way.” Immediately, Andria’s ears perked up as she roused Ivy from her slumber.
“Oh yea, I heard about this dragon guy that nearly tore up the Arena!” Felix sighed at his daughter’s words. He had tried to teach the girl, but she would never listen.
“My daughter,” Once again, while the lion’s face was turned towards Andria’s face, his eyes were focused somewhere else. “Do not forget the strength of his opponent. It is only because of the girl that he would even destroy the Arena.” Felix sighed inwardly. He knew Kaze, he knew the boy well. WHen he had first came, his strength was immense, but unrefined. Felix had taken him under his wing and raised the boy like a son. Of course, he was unable to take the boy to his home, as the house would not survive it. Instead, Kaze had stayed with Thuckle, the supposed janitor of Haven.
Suddenly, four bodies entered the clearing. Kaze, of course, loomed over the rest, but those that stood in front of him were indeed interesting. Cole, the Beast; along with the wolf girl. Lastly, the smallest of the four, a simple rat girl. “Ah, you’ve arrived,” stepping towards them, his eyes never quite reaching them, Felix continued, “Welcome to The Forest.”