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The Demon Hunters' Academy

PRINCE NO STOP
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The Impossible City

Kai was asleep.

At least, as asleep as a doll can be. Her body was completely still, sitting exactly upright on a wooden chair in a certain blonde's kitchen. Her eyes were wide pen but unseeing, their usual brightness nothing more than a faint glimmer, and her hands were crossed neatly on her lap. She looked like, well, and actual doll. When there was nothing to do around the house she would resort to this, a way of lazing around that required no brain activity what so ever. And it was rather effective.

Until he came a callin'.

Kai groaned at the sound of Jonah's calls, and with jerking, clanking movements she rose from the chair and stretched. Her limbs rotated as she attempted to regain a bit of fluid movement and once ready to set out she clambered around the house, heading towards the back door with loud footsteps. The shop was, of course, dirty, but that was Jonah's fault. She'd clean it if there weren't so many people coming in and out everyday. She turned her attention to the rummaging man, throwing one of her pigtails over her shoulder with a defiant 'hmmp'. Jonah always asked her to do such... Gross work. It wasn't that hard, just make friends with a pretty lady, take her home, and he'd do the rest, but she still felt gross for basically picking chicks up off the street. Ah well.

"... Oh, and while you're at it, maybe grab some dinner along the way? You can pick anything you want."

Kai glanced up at Jonah, face showing an expression of pure confusion, and then she tilted her head back and let out a shrill laugh. Her mouth didn't move, but her shoulders hitched and her eyes closed with glee at her master's own stupidity,

"Ha... Ha. Idiot." She wiped an invisible tear from her eye and then pointed to her mouth, "I don't eat, I CAN'T eat. Haven't been able to for a while now, genius." Kai shook her head, shrugging, "I'll go get your plaything and bring you back something to eat, just don't get lost or anything. See ya." She waved a dainty hand and rounded about the bottom floor of the house, exiting through the front door. The familiar neighborhood was nearly silent in the dimming light, and wind caused her light-weight, plain white gown to flutter around her knees. After a moment of appreciating the cool air glow her hair and dress around messily she set off, instantly heading towards the more crowded part of town.

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"Are you... Sure you can handle all those bags, lil' miss?"

"Sure I'm sure, thanks mister!" Kai nodded at the cashier, holding on easily to four paper bags full of food Jonah liked and cooking ingredients (plus a few misc, unneeded crap which she had found interesting). She exited the store, and instantly began to feign having issues with the baggage, stumbling around the sidewalk like a crippled child. There were plenty of nice-looking woman around, maybe...

"Oh, miss, do you need help?"

'Peeerfect!'

Kai scooted to a stop, turning slightly to see an elegant, pure-black eyed devil-woman staring at her with obvious worry. Kai felt her eyes upturn with modest happiness, nodding slightly, and the devil moved forward and took two of the bugs, huffing at the sudden weight on her arms,

"This is pretty heavy, I'll help you take it home."

"Really?" The woman blinked when Kai emitted an answer without moving her mouth, but then shrugged and nodded. There were probably much weirder people out in this city. "I'll lead the way, thank you for helping me!" And with that the two walked together, making idle conversation along the way. Once in the neighborhood, Kai went in for the kill,

"Would you like to come in, I'd like to make you some tea as thanks." The woman went silent, as if to consider the offer, and then nodded,

"I'd love too."

"The please," Kai shifted the bags to one hand, opening the door easily. She threw her hand into the house as if to usher the woman in, "make yourself at home. Have a seat on the couch, I'll put these bags down and start the tea." She slammed the door once the woman was inside and scooped up the other bags, vanishing into the kitchen quickly. She placed the bags gently on the counter and got to work on the kettle. Hopefully Jonah would arrive home soon to finish the job, he was good at woo-ing stupid women, but for now she'll act as kind and normal as possible. Well, as normal as one could be while serving a guest some herbal tea infused with a bit of a passion enhancer. The doll sighed and waited for the pot to whistle, growing more and more bored with each second passing.

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More art is truly needed
Also Hunter you better watch Ase's back for her
she doesn't like people who don't follow her plans/orders
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That smell.

Sickly sweet, the smell of darkness and light, clay, earth, fire, water all at once. A demon. Close, a demon was close but she couldn't see it. Oh... No wonder, she was asleep... But the smell was real. Very real. Wake up, wake up. Ase had eventually conked out it seemed, and as her eyes flashed open with sudden confusion she growled at her own laziness. Her body felt light, her head heavy and inclined, and there was someone petting her head. She glanced upwards, sighing and sneering at the familiar blue hair. No, no time for complaining, there was danger nearby. She slowly sat up, groaning as the petting continued despite her movement, and before she could move to get up from the couch her partner froze, the petting stopped completely.

"Ixion...?" She whispered, red eyes scanning his face. He looked grave, breathless. Had he been injured in the battle after all? She rose without hesitation and stood in front of him, putting gentle hands on his shoulders. He was shaking, sweat was forming, she could see it all with only a glance. A panic attack. Her sharpened teeth gnawed at her bottom lip, and as she began digging into her pockets his voice penetrated her mind as a mere whisper. He knew there was a demon, how? Was that the reason for the panic attack? Did this idiot have some sort of demon radar in the form of body-breaking shivers? Ase took a step back, then shrugged and pulled a stone from her pocket. It was purple and raw, a small amount of lepidolite which was normally used to calm panic attacks and sooth pain. She brought it up to her forehead, whispered a mantra, and then placed it to Ixion's forehead, where the third eye lay. The rock glowed momentarily, warming between her fingertips, and then dulled back to it's original lack-luster self. Ase placed the stone on her partner's lap,

"Hang onto that and calm down, you're even more worthless if you can't breath. I'll go see what's going on."

The words were quiet and harsh but Ase's face was soft, and she glanced up to the group around her. The sniper was already scoping out the area, and she listened to his gained info before addressing the crowd with a shaking voice,

"I'm going to go out and ask a few questions. I-If..." She took a sharp breath. Talking to crowds was not really her thing, "if he looks ready to jump, open fire." The last phrase was addressed specifically to Hunter, the sniper. She finally nodded and crouched down to the wooden floor, ripping open her index finger again. She drew a magic circle and summoned Patron, then quickly wiped away the drawing and turned towards the door, drifting out of the room without a second word. Outside, she stared in the general direction of the gate, and blinked at the sight of another figure, the huge back of a student. He had a rich sound name, if she remembered correctly. Ase smirked, feeling just a bit safer with a meat shield around, and with silent and quick steps she made her way to the gate.

Once behind Max she tugged on his shirt, trying to stop him from pouncing, red eyes focused solely on the masked demon behind the bars. She bowed lightly, a polite greeting gained from home, and moved a bit in front of the tall hunter beside her,

"Hello." She greeted the demon, red eyes wide and emotionless. There was something... Familiar about this guy. His mannerisms and speech gave her a feeling of anger, yet she couldn't pin point why. Other then that, Ase realized he was strong. This one was on a different level from the little ones before; it was very possible that she wouldn't be able to exorcise him in one go if things got ugly. And even from behind the bars she felt his presence, he could possibly be the reason for the attack on the academy. Curiosity gave her courage, and with a short nod she started,

"I'm sorry, but could you please no break that gate. My sniper friend in the building back there wouldn't like it very much, and we don't want you getting hurt now, do we." There was a hint of intimidation behind her still gaze, and the shadow of a smirk on her lips. Demons were much easier to talk to, "anyway, if you don't mind, sir, I have a few questions for you." She rose her free hand, a slender finger raising to indicate the number one,

"First question, what do you want with a bunch of punks like us. There's probably a thousand, much more delectable souls down in the town." Her second finger rose, eyes narrowing slightly, "second, are you the reason for... This?" Her hand which held Patron rose, waving to the destroyed school building, "did you call on that army from earlier?" Her third and final finger rose, red eyes gleaming,

"Third, do... I know you?"

The last question was more for herself. This demon was giving her an awful sense of deja vu, and she didn't have a clue why. Maybe it was because... No. No. She awaited the answers with a cold stare, lowering her hands lazily.

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It was a different training room than Wisty was used to. To start off, it had a control room, which was a clear difference from the matted floor and wooden wall dojo she frequently visited. The control room was suspended above the main room, and there was already someone fiddling around with the board. Cal, the one with the computer-like brain, if she recalled. Possible rival, but also a teammate. How jarring. The turtle boy, Tintoretto or something, was already down there, but it seemed that he was just finishing up. She deduced that Cal was either over-viewing him, or attempting to fuck with the simulation somehow. Once the other boy noticed her presence he drifted back and allowed her to get busy with the tech. Wisty took no time to take in all the tech and start fiddling with things. Finding most of the commands basic, she got the hang of everything in no time, and eventually started setting up her own simple, mostly safe scenario. One that would not need overseeing, just a basic set up containing five, hand to hand-set droids and perhaps a risen platform or two. Once he was out of the room and the rest of the sim was set she drifted out of the room and down the stairs, curious eyes glancing about every so often to take in the exact scale of everything. After sliding silently through the hall and finally entering the training room she froze, feeling a swell of sudden emotions at the sight of the room before her.

Silver covered the floor and walls, feeling strangely heavy beneath her wushu-clad feet, as if static was keeping her stuck tightly in place, but it could only be expected from such a high-tech facility such as this. Instead of dummies, there were holograms, and instead of vaults and trapezes there were... More holograms. Despite feeling a bit uncomfortable in the new surroundings, her excitement to train in such an electronic place couldn't be contained, as evidence from her wide grin. Figuring out how to set up a few holo-droids had been fairly simple, the hard part would be taking them down, seeing as she set them to a rather high level. Well, it was a small price to pay for getting fit. Wisty smirked down at allowed her mind to empty of all worry, focusing instead of her giddiness to start.

"Begin simulation, code name Owlet." The droids instantly lowered into a defensive pose as she moved closer, and with a cocky smirk she did the same, taking on a typical boxing stance.

Stillness, no one moved, and at first Wisteria deduced that some sort of malfunction had occurred, but then a fist whizzed passed her cheek, sending a few strands of her hair flying. Instantly on the defensive she slid back, raising her arms to block a few of the straight-on punches while her eyes traveled across to the other four, seemingly idle foes. She had decided on giving them varying body types, and from what she could see the heaviest and the smallest were still not moving. The thinnest was also idle, as well as the bulk, so the one delivering the blows was probably the only female, or, at least, the one who shared a similar physique to Wisty. As soon as her wrist began to feel sore Wisteria ducked, allowing her right leg to shoot forward and connect with the droid's ankle, throwing the attacker off balance. In the next instant she shot up, sending a left hook to connect with the staggering droid's would-be temple, but before she could land a hit another fist shot forward, clipping the tip of Wisty's noise. The other four were on the prowl now, a reaction to their injured comrade perhaps?

Wisty pulled back, smirking as the five slowly surrounded her, fists raised at varying heights. Silence, only being filled by the faint breathing of the blonde, and then they were all moving at her. She had a second; a second to take in everything and anything from her surrondings. The two risen platforms, one to the far right and one rather close to her left, untouched, silver flooring, and five enemies.

'Perfect.'

Fists met air, heads turned in confusion, focusing first on the empty air and then the surronding grounds. Wisty had slipped under the attack at the last possible second, keeping tight and concealed as she stumbled through their legs and out into the open field, latching onto the closest wall. A bright red tank top and gray sweats were no ideal camaflouge, so spotting the hero on the side of the platform took no time at all, but it was just long enough for Wisteria to start her take downs. The closest enemy was the thin one, and without a second thought she detached herself from the wall and pounced on the droid, landing in a way that would send the hologram down first. Her knees gripped the thin sides of the bot while her hands wrapped around the side of its head, adding just enough force to summon a sickening crack from the back of its fake-skull.

She jumped off the now-still droid and turned to the remaining four, the cocky smirk domination her face. The look-alike and the shortest one shot forward then, arms raised with what appeared to be pre-determined punches. She was moving as well, sliding forward on silent feet while her hands clenched tightly, and once they were in striking distant she jabbed, catching the shorty just under its mouth. She was prepared to nail the look-alike in the chest, but there had been a sudden shift in attackers, which lead to Wisteria nearly getting a face full of elbow. The bulk had squeezed in between the two others, and was already sending a barrage of jabs and hooks in her general direction. She managed to block most of them, but had been nailed rather roughly in the ear-cheek area. As the pain and numbness began to spread she shifted back, eyeing up the attacker, and then with sudden fierceness she bolted forward, leaping into the air to send a diving kick directly into the droid's general nose area. As soon as her left foot touched the ground she pivoted, sending another kick into the bot's shoulder. It staggered slightly, but did not fall, and with a final push she took two steps back and kicked out with her left leg.

The bot teetered and then toppled, and Wisty took no time to rush along to the other three, bursting fist first into the group. Her knuckles connected with something, she didn't know what, and then it was just a flurry of bodies. Hands on hair, legs tangled in legs, and Wisteria was in the middle of it all, blocking blows and sending kicks as fast as possible. Finally growing wary of the crowd, she allowed her body to push up and out, spreading the crowd out evenly before her. Wisty smirked, slowly raising her hands to tighten her ponytail before she turned to the largest member who stood in front of the rest. He would make for a lovely domino effect. The tubster rose his hands, obviously prepared for a few jabs, but Wisteria was already taking many steps back, fists raised but not clenched and mouth upturned but not smirking. The droids didn't seem to respond to her evident retreat at first, but in the next instant bolted forward all at once, all while she had become distracted with the cinch tie that swung from the front of her sweatpants.

'That'll works.'

Her mind whirled with formulas for a second before she was on the move at well, ripping the aglet-tipped string from her sweatpants while at the same time making sure to keep a bit to the left of the oncoming crew. Once the first punch was thrown she leaped, vaulting over the largest one's shoulder. With intense focus and sharp movements she turned mid air, the cinch tie which tightening between her two hands as she pulled it over the droid's head and tightened it around its neck. Once secure (well, she was moving a bit too fast to know if it was secure or not) her body weight shifted, and once her feet were planted firmly on the metal floor her shoulders lowered and with a heavy grunt she shifted the tubster's weight up and over her body. Once the droid was in the air she pulled away, curling the cinch tie around her hand, and as the huge droid hit the ground, very nearly crushing the two behind him, she sprung, landing face first on the confused bot.

With that one out of commission, she turned to the last two and instantly threw a bunch in the general direction of the short. Skin connected with skin, probably a guard, and after throwing a few more jabs she kicked downwards, hearing a blissful crack as she broke the bot's pseudo-shin. Another kick to the side and it was down, leaving finally the look-alike. A fist skimmed her ear, the sudden quickness surprising Wisty, and she quickly countered with a jab of her own, but it also only skimmed the side of the bot's face. They shared blows and kicks, moving in a flurry of quick motions that might appear unnatural to those watching. Wisteria eventually began swinging the cinch tie around as well, scratching and teasing the bot with sharp, aglet-induced pinches. When it seemed she had finally begun to annoy the look-alike she ducked, swiping her leg around to knock it off its feet. With it now disarmed, Wisty flipped over and pinned it with her knees, ignoring the frantic thrashes as she lifted the final bot's head and smashed it against the floor.

The simulation ended there, with all five bots unconscious, and Wisty stood and stretched. She had taken a few hits, in fact her ear was still somewhat ringing, but nothing that would put her out of commission in an actual mission. Feeling somewhat accomplished she ended the simulation completely with a few words and turned towards the exit. Once in the hall she took a seat on one of the chairs and let her head hang back. She hadn't trained hard enough, it would seem, as her legs and arms weren't screaming with pain like they normally did after sparring with Black Canary. Worthless. She'd have to try harder next time. The accomplished feeling had faded, and now feeling just annoyance she rose and moved towards the War Room where she had left her bag and water.

Once she entered, her eyes met two figures. The turtle and the computer. Looks like she had an audience. Her cheeks turned red with anger at herself and discomfort from the two males, but she did not utter a single noise, instead drifting silently over to where she had thrown her duffle bag in the corner. After taking a small swig of water she rose and drifted back towards the door. Now would be a lovely time to start fiddling with the Canary Cry bombs she had been trying to remake, but her restlessness from the two figures in the room was enough to make her distracted. With a final nod she exited and started back towards the hall that had the chairs, hoping to find peace there.

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Tokki said
Frkinf damnit blake u pieca shit.how does one make it up to ase though ;-;

Edit: YEAH YOU GO SAM GO GET EM go kick that test's @ss -fist pump-

Get her some painkillers
Young lady-medics love painkillers
But in all seriousness just stay on her good side for a bit. She'll forget eventually.

also yes Sam, kick the test's metaphorical butt!

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Name:
Wisteria Adams
Alias:
Owlet
Age:
18
Sponsor:
Black Canary

Personality:
- Noble
- Sweet
- Fiery

Powers:

Genius Intellect:

Having had a well-off parent, Wisteria had been enrolled in whatever prestigious school had been in the area at the time. Her mind is very analytical, and she is said to see everything as some sort of piece to a formula, making it relatively simple for her to come up with plans. Also somewhat skilled as a detective. She is knowledgeable in most mathematics and the sciences, including Biology, Physics, Advanced Chemistry, Geography, Technology, and Engineering. Currently studying Criminal Science, Forensic Sciences, Computer Sciences, and History/Mythology, her main focus is to up her hacking skills, which are lack luster at the moment.

Stealth:

Having always been one who steps lightly, stealth was a skill Wisteria picked up from years of lurking around Gotham. After receiving proper training she is able to sneak into well-secured facilities with relative ease. Always seems to move without sound, even when not in a hostile environment, and because of this she has accidentally surprised many of her friends or teammates.

Peak Human Conditioning:

- Peak Human Reflexes: Perceptive, Wisteria is always prepared for an attack from behind, though she isn't skilled enough to dodge bullets or other quick-moving projectiles.

- Peak Human Agility: Trained in parkour and acrobatics, Wisteria is nimble and light on her feet and able to leap across rooftops with ease.

- Peak Human Speed: Her most important and best skill, Wisteria is faster than most human athletes. Every single stride she takes is put to use, and it is especially notable in fights when she can dodge even the quickest punches easily.

Martial Arts:

Trained in Jujitsu, Boxing, Dim Mak, Judo, Dragon Style Kung Fu, Iaido, Aikido, and Tae Kwon Do. She is a near master at master at Kung Fu, Iaido, and Jujitsu. Relies mostly on her speed and her own ability to take another's weight and turn it against them in a fight. Her main weapon, the Jōhyō, is often implemented in most of her fights, mostly acting as a tool to reach enemies from a longer distance.

Gadgets:

- Jōhyō
- Throwing Knives (fashioned to look like feathers)
- Explosive Throwing Knives
- Smoke Pellets
- Gas Pellets
- Stun Pellets
- Grappling Hook
- Flash Light(s)
- Mini Explosives
- Lock Pick Kit
- Stunning Toxins (liquid)
- Hardware Tools
- Small Snacks

Works in Progress:
- Crafting her own grenades similar to the Canary Cry Bombs used by Black Canary when she was once powerless.
- A tracker to keep a close eye on both allies and foes if needed.
- Looking into a way to electrify her weapons.

Weaknesses:
- Having no powers at all, Wisteria is prone to injuries, some more fatal than others, and is weak to all things that can harm a human.
- Relies more on her speed, making her weaker than most superheros. Currently attempting to train both her strength and endurance.
- Lacks proper defense; her only shield is the mass of feathers on her costume.
- Bad endurance; must eat and rest constantly to stay up and about.

Appearance:
Costume
Wisteria is a girl of average beauty, average height, and average appearance. She stands at about 5'6, weighing a somewhat underweight 120lbs, and has an over all athletic build. Her hair is somewhat long, reaching down passed her shoulders, and is blonde in color and rather easy to manage. She has an angular face, with fair skin, lush lips, a sharp nose, and large, gray/blue eyes. Despite being a full grown woman, she does not have much to offer in the curves department, and could easily pass as a male if she were to just put her hair up and block out her face.

Doesn't care much for makeup or dressing up, and can be found wandering around in sweats and tank tops when not on a mission. She has a strange interest in a particularly puffy-sleeved crop-top sweat jacket. Her costume consists of flexible material, with her only defense being the feathers on her back which can withstand most weapons, that is patterned and colored to resemble a tawny owl. She wears a cowl to hide her identity which also doubles as night vision goggles and a gas mask, and her gloves are equipped with retractable claws that are used for clinging to walls and scratching if necessary. She can’t fly, but the feathers on her back double as a glider for a just-in-case situation. Her utility belt is normally covered with knife slots and pouches, most filled with items like smoke pellets and anything else required for missions.

BRIEF Bio:
Born in New York and raised in Gotham, Wisteria grew up knowing that the world is full of dangers. Her mother, a supposedly widowed business woman, often warned her to stay away from most people, telling her stories of all the crime that run a muck in the darkness of the deadly streets, and Wisteria took all the stories and advice to heart. She grew up to be somewhat reserved and cynical, and if not for the sudden disappearance of her mother on her tenth birthday she might have remained that way for the rest of her life. Case after case looked for Ms. Adams, but every time they ended without even a single clue. Days, weeks, months went by, and every single time someone grew just a step closer to finding the woman, it all ended suddenly for an untold reason. Wisteria, finally fed up, began looking into the case herself.

Lurking around Gotham gave her a few leads on various criminals, but nothing about her mother. Trying to force information out of the tougher crowd would have been impossible for the now eleven year old, so she turned to training. Both her mind and her body were pushed to the limit, so much so that when she attempted to chase down a suspicious fella who was reportedly involved in many missing peoples cases Wisteria collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Three years of training left her body at near-death, bruised and battered,, and if not for a visiting Black Canary she wouldn't have made it through the night.

After resting and discussing her need to grow stronger the Canary took Wisteria under her wing. They traveled back to the Canary's home and began a healthier, yet tougher training regiment, and after a few years of intense physical and mental training Owlet was born.

Notes:
- Black Canary saw a weak, genius girl that night. Someone who could becomes stronger and smarter, just with the right help. So, naturally, she decided to mentor the girl.

- Wrote Wisteria to this song, so I guess this could be considered her theme.

- Hates her name, and hates any nicknames that can be derived from her name.

- Her mother is still missing, and she is still somewhat interested in her case.

- Her odd fascination with owls was born from watching one stalk and kill pray one dreary night camping.

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Cody Mensah and Lucy Coure

Lucy grinned as Kenzie complimented her, brown eyes gleamed with a slowly growing ego as she overlooked Kenzie's outfit choice for the day. Tank top and jean shorts, casual yet handy for an extremely hot day like today, nicely done. A modest smile painted her face as she turned to her breakfast and continued from where she left off; cutting up everything into bite sized portions. At Kenzie's idea to eat all fancy she turned and stared, watching as the older girl took a ridiculously fancy bite of cereal, and amazement filled her eyes,

"That was PERFECT, Kenzie! I'll do it too!" Lucy glanced at her fork, stabbing one of the cut up pieces of pancake, and, just as Makenzie had done moments before, she made a show of lifting her pinkie and taking an elegant bite. She then grabbed the next napkin on the table and wiped her face before turning to grin at the girl, expecting more praise. No praise was received, however, instead there was a knock at the front door, and a somewhat familiar voice. Odd. Lucy glanced at the clock just above Cody's bedroom door, noting that he wouldn't be home for another hour so it couldn't be him, and as she turned to look at the front door again her nose was booped.

"Looks like you're popular today, I'll get her, go and finish your fancy breakfast."

Her? Oooh, it was probably Kenzie's blind, super powered roommate. Lucy shivered slightly before turning back to the breakfast, taking a few, quick bites before getting up to clear an easier path for the blind girl, not wanting to have a disabled guest (even if she was probably a monster of sorts) trip. Cody would probably reprimand her if she was rude to a guest, after all, which often led to her being rude OUTSIDE of the apartment. Kenzie eventually returned, saying something about how Stella was lonely, but Stella seemed to be more focused on wandering aimlessly.

"Watch-" Lucy jumped up slightly as the girl staggered, feet tangled by a forgotten blanket, and fell face first onto the couch. At first she was dumbfounded, expecting the girl to read someones mind as to realize every inch of the room's obstacles, but then laughter bubbled in her chest, and she giggled cheerfully as the girl attempted to act cool about the whole situation. Maybe she's not some kind of monster, maybe she was just... Clever? Lucy slowly sat back down on the couch, staring rather obnoxiously at the girl's face. Interest gleamed in her eyes, but faded as soon as she realized Kenzie was still lingering by the entrance way,

"Kenzie, Kenzie, let's do something! Let's play!" She shouted suddenly, grinning widely. Maybe the three of them could play together, that would be good, right?

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Voices came and went, people were gathering in the commons room and Ase was somewhat annoyed by it. Though, she was the on at fault for not going up to sleep in one of the many rooms, so complaining wouldn't really be all that noble of her. Nonetheless, she turned her head and slowly opened her eyes, staring at the gathering group with blistering red eyes. Most of their names escaped her, simple words that were not needed in her busy brain, but the ever present knowledge of them having to work together and live together now was making her feel a bit bad for forgetting them. Oh well, think later, rest now. Ase turned her head once more, staring at the cushion of the couch as she attempted to build some strength.

For a moment, darkness enveloped her, and all the voices faded into white noise. Her body felt warm and heavy, as it was already attempting to heal itself already, and she simply sighed and relaxed. Her weary shoulders and aching legs began to heal, slowly, before finally the few cuts and bruises on her body began to vanish as well. After a while of silent blackness, Ase felt her mind whirl boredly, thoughts forming among the inky air as colorful swirls and dots. She thought of the group, and her partner, and the disappearing students and teachers. The hoard of demons, the collapsing school, anything.

Anything she could think of appeared in her head, gleaming brightly before being psuhed away by another thought. That was when the question started; HOW did that hoard of demons spawn? Who was the cause? There were probably plenty of people (well, demons) out to get the school, but Ase didn't have a clue. She felt... Worthless, in that aspect. If she wasn't figuring out the mystery, then she was pointless. Just a weakling with a knack for healing magic. Her colorful thoughts eventually faded, and the silence returned. The darkness remained, evidence that she was probably drifting off to sleep, but something faint kept her semi-awake. A new voice, talking directly to her. The smell of dog filled her senses, and Ase eventually opened her eyes again and turned over, eyes narrowed into slits. Another person stood over her, the dog-smelling one obviously.

'Stereotyping, huh?'

Ase clenched her fist tightly, restraining the need to lash her tail, and sneered at the boy before turning back over. He left after a moment, asking for someone's name, and now too restless to sleep she groaned, shoving her face deep into the cushion below her. It was going to be a long, long night.