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Btw what are these kappa things???

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@azoicsiren
You can use the [ b.] bold, [ H1.] header [ center. ] or like most others just create an image from another site and put it between [img.] [/img.]
(Minus all the fullstps)

Or be like me and do none of the above :)

Nice intro btw

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Rooms from front of house.

MALES		FEMALES
Lucas	|	Females
Levi	|	Mei
Males	|	Females
Drakus & ???	|	Females

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@Hitman

I’ve just gone and given myself a slightly larger room, giving anyone the option to share/bunk with me. Hope that’s ok.

Maybe leave it open choice for players to decide and choose.

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Drakus just couldn’t let it go without getting some last final words in. Speaking softly as he left, being sure to show that his reply didn’t require his full attention or concern, he said.
”The inside of my arse you say? That would be less of a sorry sight then this sad mob.” he let out a small scoff, amused by his own words. ” And no, I did not come here to learn boy scouting skills from lowly rabble, I’ll take my place in the eternal dark before asking aid from a lessor.”

Barely turning his head, not even giving her his full attention, Drakus looked back at Alexandria out of his peripheral, and with a sigh of disdain replied.
”Fuck your legacies, and family names. It’s a misplaced unearned pride, but hang onto it if you wish and I’m sure you will get the chance to see my parents soon enough.” Drakus was not of legacy name or teachings, but had always been compared to those that were. Held to their standards and expectations so subsequently grew to hate them and all they stood for.

* * * * *

Upon finding and arriving at his room, despite the somewhat spacious and luxurious accommodation with all the amenities, Drakus was highly disturbed to find a secondary bed.
From his passing observation he suspected that his room had seemed a littler larger than the rest, and being the last in the hallway, perhaps it used to have an alternate intention. But still, he would rather sleep in the dirt than have to share with one of them. (Not literally of course.) He could only hope it was simply a spare. In any case it didn’t take him long to find his bed, sleep however wouldn’t come until hours later.

@Hitman@Hammerman

White Gull [Fairy Tail Spinoff ~ still accepting!]

@Squirrel98@CelesteEste

“They... they smelled sooo good.” Arden sobbed, while looking at the pastry chef. He suddenly leapt forward and clutched the girls hands in his. With a deep eager excitement he looked into her eyes.
“Yes please! That would be greatly appreciated!”

Although, in some deep hidden recess of his mind, Arden pushed down the obvious knowledge that as long as it was of magical origin, it would continue to fail.
Despite this, in his denial, he will try to trick the laws that be by firstly eating it quicker. Same outcome.
Next tearing off chunks resulted with similar failure but on a smaller scale.
After that he will nearly choke on one when he tries to swallow it whole. Lastly he resides to simply licking the treat. Even then it only lasts so long before once again vanishing.

Finally he gave up.
“Its my damn cursed ability.” he complained. Sullen with disappointment. Head hung low he went to retrieve his guild mark on the back of his neck. There was still light bruising from where Zane grabbed him to retrieve what Arden had stolen from him. Well he let him keep it in the end and that’s part of the reason Arden was even here now.

As Zane placed the mark on his exposed neck, a familiar shimmer appeared in Arden’s hands. A small messy clump of unrefined, poorly cooked dough appeared.
It only served to make a mess in his hand while a few crumbs fell to the floor. This did nothing to relieve his frustration.

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Please tell me we are doing shared rooms!? :D

(Haha, who wants to be the poor sucker stuck with me?)

What’s the layout/setup?
Other amenities?

Sorry if I missed it. :s

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‘Damn’ a sudden burning rage swelled within Drakus. ‘How humiliating’ how had he let himself be so blindly distracted to make that mistake! He could only imagine the thoughts of degrading laughter running through the smug little minds of these females before him. ‘Just kill them both now.’ A voice echoed in his head.
”Shut it.” he snarled out aloud.
Lucky for him, he didn’t have to answer any more on his motive as the students became distracted by the growing winds and howling sounds.
As people all around him prematurely drew their weapons or prepped their powers, puffing out their chests and taking macho heroic poses, Drakus simply frowned and rolled his eyes.
Numbers took away the burden of responsibility making room for the cocky displays of confidence. Drakus simply used this opportunity to study his peers, or as he considered them, potential competition.

As expected it soon quickly passed, there was somewhat of a greeting, as brief and uninformative as it was. Then the crowds began dispersing onto the island.

Drakus stood proud and tall as always, that condescending glare glowing in his yellow eyes. He was not like these people, he thought to himself as he followed behind them entering into their new home. As he studied the backs of their heads he was sure they would share little in common.

As the students filled the main room and a few filtered to the kitchen. Drakus had a quick look around and maintained his stride.
He was disappointed to note the two females he engaged from earlier were also freshmen and here. As he walked through the small crowd introductions had began. People were talking of home towns and parents. Reapers and legacies. He overheard the number twelve, that meant there were eleven others for him to overcome and defeat. Well none or ten, after hearing of two with seemingly no powers.

Pushing in and possibly interrupting another, Drakus began his introduction.
“I am,” he started off upbeat and normal just like everyone one else. A fake smile painted on his lips, head and shoulders held high with insincere enthusiasm. Then his voice and interest snapped off coldly as he reverted to his earlier and usual demeanour. ”Not interested in getting to know any of you.”

He looked to Enzo @Calatrava
“If even a quarter of the people here are nearly as pathetic as they appear or sound then there will definitely not be twelve graduating, we will be lucky if they can just stay alive.”
He then turned to Ryanne @Arreyis
”And if that mutt bites me I won’t hesitate to put it down.” he warns.
Having said his piece and made himself known, Drakus was now intent to find his rooms and belongings.

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Sorry guys, I’m gonna be ‘that guy’ for a little while.
Hopefully it will serve to keep things interesting and not upset anyone.
I’ll try have him warm up to you all soon 😁

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Perhaps it was from being caught in his accidental gaze, or maybe it was just simply because he found her more attractive than he care to admit, either way something caused Drakus to act even more reserved and spiteful than usual.
His eyes found hers, the French girl from before, and his intense gaze tore away at any superficial pleasantries building between them. Bare and ruthless. With his voice low and cold, void of any emotion, he spoke soft and slowly. His tone reverberating with condescending arrogance.

”You are in my way.”

he said simply, giving little acknowledgement to anything or one around him.

With his words said, Drakus allows his eyes to fall back to the floor where he tries to inconspicuously scan the ground for that elusive shadow amongst the darkness... it was gone, he had lost it. Was it even ever there.
He mutters a near silent curse under his breath as he rubs the vision from his eyes.

@Double Capybara