CubixMajor Interaction/s: @Krytavius
Minor Interaction/s: @Poppirious, @Hammerman
Mention/s: @Double Capybara, @Arreyis
"Headmaster Yasue," Enzo muttered under his breath before also sheathing his blade into the scabbard once more. "An honor to finally see you." A figure of legend or even myth, it was always a point of curiosity for the young Enzo to know who was the one running such an intensive and deadly school of assassins. The old, balding man's looks left many of the newer students to scoff or even question how someone who looked so pathetic could teach any of the more fit and younger students. However, Enzo himself was a believer of the notion that looks could always be deceiving. Even the insects who took to flight in the darkness underestimate the single silver thread glinting in the moonlight, and they dash against the thread, only to find themselves tangled in a web beyond their comprehension.
He could now smile at least.
There were no preemptive demon attacks or tests-- it was just some sort of bizarre introduction, probably to jolt the greenhorns among them. At least, he didn't have to be wiped on the floor this early. He still had time to train his dwindling stamina, after all. Wouldn't want others to see the legacy of Arachne panting and drooling on the floor in utter fatigue after lifting a sword.
Skinny, pale, sickly, and weak-- the four horsemen of the end for any reaper's career, and yet, here he was blessed with the chance to still train amongst his peers. Enzo vowed to never waste this opportunity.
He glanced at Alex and the long-haired guy who he interacted with earlier, noting that they were going to be in the same dormitory. It was comforting, at least, to know some familiar faces.
"That was your first experience with one of the demons' typical calls," Enzo nodded at them with a small grin. "Some have more creative calls, of course; but if an ominous sound in the night makes your spine tingle, then, a demon might be present to rip your spine out."
After all the announcements were given, they were all led through the bends of the forest until they reached what seemed to be a luxurious dormitory. Its parapets of red and white limestones towered over the trees, its bright paint glistening with the first rays of dawn. Enzo smirked, now seeing where all the Great Houses' investments were being used for. The inside was more luxurious, though. With cutting edge technology, satin and velvet sofas, and even some scented candles, the academy really put their back into creating a place of solace for all of them once Enzo and his peers were reduced to quivering piles of black and blue once the training started.
Enzo might be the first to die in the upcoming series of brutal training regiments, but at least he would die with his ass on a fucking Pikachu beanbag which sat in one corner of the living room.
Once they went inside, the blonde lad from earlier immediately plopped on the sofa before anyone could even step foot into the room which somewhat gave Enzo an idea of who he was as a person, and a red flag stuck out of his head for Enzo to judge. Not to mention the shoes he kicked off were the ones protecting all of them from the inglorious scent of his socks (or, maybe, it was just Enzo). This one was definitely not a Legacy. He'd be more well-mannered if he was.
Still, the Lionheart legacy met Enzo's expectations as one of the more social individuals. She took off talking to all of them, asking the lot if they would like the social conventions of introductions or to just rest first. Personally, he would have preferred to rest first. Or, bathe for that matter. Up at the crack of dawn and with some smelling like a crack, it was taking everything for Enzo not to sputter and cough like he was expelling the legions of Hell from his lungs. However, before he could voice his concern, the apparently visually-impaired girl with her service dog took the stage of introduction.
Perfect. Now, according to social conventions, everyone had no choice but to introduce themselves.
So, Enzo sucked it in and listened attentively.
Then again, with Ryanne, as she was called, it seemed more of her introducing her dog since she spoke around forty-five words with only two of those directly about herself. And, one of those string of words was 'scratchies'.
A commotion in the nearby kitchen caught Enzo's attention, noticing that the long-haired guy and a rather voluptuous girl were inside. While it seemed the female was examining the supplies, the guy he met earlier was more interested in pillaging the food even before anyone could blink. Then again, for him to be able to slip past that silently proved that the guy was more skilled than he thought. If it wasn't for the woman's voice, he would have never noticed the would-be modern raider.
And, he needed to put a stop to that.
As the woman went back to start introducing herself, Enzo listened to her while making his way to the fridge.
Ah, a scion of one of Strigiform's branches. It seems there's a possible genius among us. House Nibelung. I'm pretty sure I've read up on that minor house somewhere.
With a few strides, Enzo reached the fridge as well, and before the thief would be able to open it, the legacy placed a finger on the fridge door. With his free hand, Enzo placed it on his mouth to suppress a cough before glaring at the pillager.
"I don't know where you're from, but where I'm from, we listen to others when they're talking," Enzo said in a stern whisper. "Especially, that these are the people you're gonna work with, in life and in death. We also don't take food when others didn't have the chance yet to even see the kitchen, let alone eat."
With that, Enzo turned back to the gathering and introductions. Still, he remained a few steps away from the fridge just in case the raider would still persist.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first, Lionheart?" Enzo chuckled at his fellow legacy. "But, hey," He looked at his potential peers and allies. "I'm Enzo. I know that that you think that I look like a few steps before I bungle my way into a coffin, and you're not wrong." A gentle grin formed on his face as he addressed his peers once more. "Twelve," He mused as if pondering the future. "There's twelve of us here. I hope the twelve of us are still here by graduation. We started this together; let's end it together."
Minor Interaction/s: @Poppirious, @Hammerman
Mention/s: @Double Capybara, @Arreyis
"Headmaster Yasue," Enzo muttered under his breath before also sheathing his blade into the scabbard once more. "An honor to finally see you." A figure of legend or even myth, it was always a point of curiosity for the young Enzo to know who was the one running such an intensive and deadly school of assassins. The old, balding man's looks left many of the newer students to scoff or even question how someone who looked so pathetic could teach any of the more fit and younger students. However, Enzo himself was a believer of the notion that looks could always be deceiving. Even the insects who took to flight in the darkness underestimate the single silver thread glinting in the moonlight, and they dash against the thread, only to find themselves tangled in a web beyond their comprehension.
He could now smile at least.
There were no preemptive demon attacks or tests-- it was just some sort of bizarre introduction, probably to jolt the greenhorns among them. At least, he didn't have to be wiped on the floor this early. He still had time to train his dwindling stamina, after all. Wouldn't want others to see the legacy of Arachne panting and drooling on the floor in utter fatigue after lifting a sword.
Skinny, pale, sickly, and weak-- the four horsemen of the end for any reaper's career, and yet, here he was blessed with the chance to still train amongst his peers. Enzo vowed to never waste this opportunity.
He glanced at Alex and the long-haired guy who he interacted with earlier, noting that they were going to be in the same dormitory. It was comforting, at least, to know some familiar faces.
"That was your first experience with one of the demons' typical calls," Enzo nodded at them with a small grin. "Some have more creative calls, of course; but if an ominous sound in the night makes your spine tingle, then, a demon might be present to rip your spine out."
After all the announcements were given, they were all led through the bends of the forest until they reached what seemed to be a luxurious dormitory. Its parapets of red and white limestones towered over the trees, its bright paint glistening with the first rays of dawn. Enzo smirked, now seeing where all the Great Houses' investments were being used for. The inside was more luxurious, though. With cutting edge technology, satin and velvet sofas, and even some scented candles, the academy really put their back into creating a place of solace for all of them once Enzo and his peers were reduced to quivering piles of black and blue once the training started.
Enzo might be the first to die in the upcoming series of brutal training regiments, but at least he would die with his ass on a fucking Pikachu beanbag which sat in one corner of the living room.
Once they went inside, the blonde lad from earlier immediately plopped on the sofa before anyone could even step foot into the room which somewhat gave Enzo an idea of who he was as a person, and a red flag stuck out of his head for Enzo to judge. Not to mention the shoes he kicked off were the ones protecting all of them from the inglorious scent of his socks (or, maybe, it was just Enzo). This one was definitely not a Legacy. He'd be more well-mannered if he was.
Still, the Lionheart legacy met Enzo's expectations as one of the more social individuals. She took off talking to all of them, asking the lot if they would like the social conventions of introductions or to just rest first. Personally, he would have preferred to rest first. Or, bathe for that matter. Up at the crack of dawn and with some smelling like a crack, it was taking everything for Enzo not to sputter and cough like he was expelling the legions of Hell from his lungs. However, before he could voice his concern, the apparently visually-impaired girl with her service dog took the stage of introduction.
Perfect. Now, according to social conventions, everyone had no choice but to introduce themselves.
So, Enzo sucked it in and listened attentively.
Then again, with Ryanne, as she was called, it seemed more of her introducing her dog since she spoke around forty-five words with only two of those directly about herself. And, one of those string of words was 'scratchies'.
A commotion in the nearby kitchen caught Enzo's attention, noticing that the long-haired guy and a rather voluptuous girl were inside. While it seemed the female was examining the supplies, the guy he met earlier was more interested in pillaging the food even before anyone could blink. Then again, for him to be able to slip past that silently proved that the guy was more skilled than he thought. If it wasn't for the woman's voice, he would have never noticed the would-be modern raider.
And, he needed to put a stop to that.
As the woman went back to start introducing herself, Enzo listened to her while making his way to the fridge.
Ah, a scion of one of Strigiform's branches. It seems there's a possible genius among us. House Nibelung. I'm pretty sure I've read up on that minor house somewhere.
With a few strides, Enzo reached the fridge as well, and before the thief would be able to open it, the legacy placed a finger on the fridge door. With his free hand, Enzo placed it on his mouth to suppress a cough before glaring at the pillager.
"I don't know where you're from, but where I'm from, we listen to others when they're talking," Enzo said in a stern whisper. "Especially, that these are the people you're gonna work with, in life and in death. We also don't take food when others didn't have the chance yet to even see the kitchen, let alone eat."
With that, Enzo turned back to the gathering and introductions. Still, he remained a few steps away from the fridge just in case the raider would still persist.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first, Lionheart?" Enzo chuckled at his fellow legacy. "But, hey," He looked at his potential peers and allies. "I'm Enzo. I know that that you think that I look like a few steps before I bungle my way into a coffin, and you're not wrong." A gentle grin formed on his face as he addressed his peers once more. "Twelve," He mused as if pondering the future. "There's twelve of us here. I hope the twelve of us are still here by graduation. We started this together; let's end it together."
