Inertia

Meadow University

_{Find my way~}

_{Location: The Hawk's Nest}

Connor frowned at his third win in a row. His peers just couldn't get a game over him. In an attempt to even the playing field he downed four cups before eyeing his opponent, who looked absolutely plastered. "Comeon, er- Sam, was it?" He called out, trying his best to motivate him. "We're even now, one to one. Get me to the last drink." The student could barely stand, let alone hold a ping-pong ball steady. A sigh escaped Connor's lips, This is over, as the ball sailed squarely behind him, bouncing on the wooden floorboards.

The small crowd that watched groaned with some even facepalming. Connor took a few steps back, a ping-pong ball in hand, and arced the ball as high as he could. It sailed in the air for a few seconds before it landed right into the cup, spilling some of it's contents onto the already beer-stained table. The poor student gulped down the final cup before stumbling away into the crowd, probably to pass out somewhere.

Suddenly a redhead slammed a cheap-looking vodka onto the table. "Theo, Theo, Theo!" He chanted with a grin as he mixed some of the vodka with beer from the game. "How's my favorite redhead?"

Theodore Bonfamille. The most agreeable of the Bonfamille siblings, he seemed more relaxed and down-to-earth compared to the other two. So much so that they even became extremely close friends. Always confident and sure of himself, seeing him like this was rare. Only a few things made him like this- and as soon as he said 'her', Connor knew exactly who was living rent-free in his friend's mind.

"Mac, huh?" Connor said, taking a gulp of his newly mixed concoction. It was awful, but he kept chugging. "It's hard seeing you like this, man, not gonna lie."

Honestly the web of relationships this specific group had was tangled beyond belief. It was messy as messy could be and anyone looking in would probably whistle with disbelief. Connor eyed the now dispersing crowd that watched him and none seemed eager to challenge him. Four wins will do for now.

"Alright, chin up Theo." Connor slung his arm around the redhead's shoulder. "I'll help you out, be your wingman for Mac. If something's going to happen, it's gonna happen at the 'Great Bash', right?" Though he sounded confident, he had pretty much no experience in being a wingman, a few tips from Lance here and there but not much else. Hell, between studies and work, he hasn't had much of the fun 'festivities' that came with university life. Still, he'd try his best, Theo was a great guy and deserved a shot atleast.

Meadow University

_{Feels right~}

_{Location: Dorm -> The Hawk's Nest}

Connor's eyes strained as he poured over the pages of code an eigth time. By all accounts it looked fine and it should be working. The ever-familiar throes of a headache bubbled in him. Shit, not again. He thought, swatting at the darkness of his desk in an attempt to find the paracetamol pill bottle. The bottle was swiped off his desk, with a sigh he got up and picked it up; swallowing two pills quickly. With a groan, he stretched; his bones crackling like firework sparklers. The clock had passed with more hours than he thought, he decided that he needed a break.

Soon the reason would present itself as his phone vibrated loudly. It was the location and place for this year's 'Great Bash', he knew it was coming but this was the confirmation. This was the first year he's directly been invited, which felt great. Memories of last years great bash flooded back to him. It was crazy fun and if he had a nickel for every time he was puked on, he'd have three nickels. Three more nickels than he'd prefer. It was an opportunity to party, relax, and take his mind off the project, so he took it, even at the risk of another vomit-a-thon.

Connor would take tens of minutes picking an outfit. It would be better for him if he didn't wear anything too elaborate, he didn't want to burn another set of his favorite clothes. Staring at himself in the mirror, he shrugged. "Eh. This will do."

Stepping out of his room and into the common room he wondered if Alaric would go. He knew Lance was out and going with his sister but he hadn't heard if Alaric planned to attend. Connor knocked on his door. "Alaric, yo, you there?" He called out. "'Great Bash', you goin'? I heard Jasper's coming."

He would knock a few more times but no answer came. With another shrug he set off. Getting into his car a tiny wave of paranoia hit him. Last years 'Bash' was way too much of a close call. He checked his mirrors for anyone watching before turning the ignition and driving off. It was unnecessary but he took a few odd turns here and there before he arrived outside the wooded area.

It wouldn't be a lie to say that Connor was bad at directions. Google maps was the only reason he made it from place to place. He would've roamed aimlessly had he not followed small clumps of people coming and going. Soon the familiar thumping of music and partying entered his ears. This was it. The piercing smell of booze, red cups and beer cans everywhere, drunken students, games- Connor was there, he was in 'The Great Bash'.

The first thing he would do, almost like tradition, was find a table playing beer pong. A doe-eyed freshmen who didn't know Connor got smoked. Each and every ping pong ball thrown by him found it's target and soon the freshmen could barely stand. The older students shot looks of pity at the freshie; they knew that playing beer pong against Connor was effectively suicide. It was an easy way to knock yourself out early in the party. Of course he still had to take a few shots but it wasn't enough to even get a buzz going.

"Comeon!" Connor shouted at gawking onlookers, a cocky grin on his face. "Give me a challenge. Get. Me. Drunk."

CONTAINMENT

Put me down for tentative interest!

The Curse of Sonina

_{Location: Class -> Cafeteria
Time: Morning
Mentions: Felix Ivanov @Otterpop
Interactions: Felix Ivanov @Otterpop, Luke Mayfield @Always, Maxwell Thomas @shylarah, Open}

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A student in sore need of a haircut introduced himself out of the blue and joined them. He simply gave a curt nod to the long-haired fellow. Next he shot him a confused look at his comment about breakups and Jason wondered if he was talking about him and Felix. Seemed very touchy and physical, he wasn't entirely sure what to think about him.

"Jason." He replied in one, introductory word. Surely they'll get what he meant.

Jason cracked his soda open and began lazily unwrapping his sandwich. Before he could take a bite a familiar face joined him on the not-so-empty-anymore table. It was Maxell, one of the few people who go out of their way to associate with him- not that he mind. From the few interactions they had he seemed like a decent guy; if a bit nosey. In their last meeting he had to defend the doctor-in-training when he tried to optimistically intervene.

"This morning has been tiresome." Jason said in-between bites. He'd rather avoid another reprimand from Maxwell regarding fights. "Nothing like that. Just a very dumb misunderstanding that I don't care to fix."

Halfway through his sandwich he noticed a few students now eyed the peculiar mix of outcasts. It was definitely a weird lineup, he'd say only Maxwell was 'normal', if, again, too nosey for his own good. He'd only heard bits and pieces about Luke, mostly that he had a temper and was a party animal. Felix, well, he may be more of an outcast than Jason.

"Eh." Jason replied to Felix with a blank face, assessing that he was fine if he was that snarky. "Seems like you're not doing a good job; you look more rattled than 'crazy'."

"Maxwell what's your diagnosis on that student over there?" He said half-jokingly, pointing his can towards Felix."He's grinning at his own joke so he may be fine."

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Keith Solomon

Malum Island, Campsite

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Keith silently eyed his fellow companions and their reactions. Most seemed used to out-of-comfort zone situations such as the one they were in. Though a couple did seem like fish out of water. It was slightly worrying so he made a mental note to keep an eye on them- particularly the skittish Coda and Tony. He followed along the group of DWMA students looking for a particular camp and soon they would find it.

"It does." Keith agreed sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "I am so tired that the dirt floor seems appealing. Other than that it seems like the throbbing headache I got is slowly subsiding... I think. Hurts less." He followed this with a shrug, not wanting to worry his partner more than he already did.

"Sure, anything for my dearest weapon." He replied. Luckily his family had drilled him in survival techniques; setting up a tent is basically step one. It would take him ten minutes to set up the tent as he was familiar with the make and model. Once finished he forced himself not to slink into the comfy, shaded allure of the tent. Nap later, mom would kill me if I slept now. He threw his bag into the tent before leaving.

He stretched his limbs, a real effort to wake up his sleeping limbs. Then he sauntered over to his partner Arlette and rested his elbow on her shoulder. Examining the whiteboard the tasks were clear and made sense for their current situation. Likely the most pressing would be finding edible food and water that wouldn't turn the group into sheep. They had better collect and ration whatever food and water they had on hand.

"Not too shabby." Keith said. "What do you think we should do?"

"Oh right, before I forget. If any of you require assistance in setting up your tent I'll be happy to help." He said outloud, raising his voice higher than he usually does. Hopefully most of the happy campers heard me.

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: The Nest -> Inn
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi.



Rei bit his lip at Kenia's words. He knew of this world's visceral hatred of Aklenroth and his misdeeds but hearing a person's live account of how he sacrifices children made it all too real. This world and it's denizens they were all very real. They all lived a colourful and fruitful life, perhaps even more fruitful than others on his earth. Maybe through disassociation he treated the people of this world as not 'real', like some fever-dream but the account finally made it sink in and click. This was a very real world and that was terrifying to him.

"It's fine, I have alot of experience in dealing with familial drunks." Rei joked, though his tone betrayed him. He gripped his ring necklace, surprising himself at being even able to consciously mention 'family' in a sentence.

Choosing to intentionally ignore Malachi's tears and silently acknowledging his words they made their way into the inn. He would help both the elves and Corvina into their respective rooms and beds.

"If you guys need help I'll be here, just call out." Rei recounted to all three as he laid them down. "I'll stay up and keep watch for a bit. Rest up, we still don't know if the spiked drinks will wear off. Hopefully sooner rather than later."

With that said he got up, splashed water onto his face. Next he pulled up a chair and rested it by the door. He began softly humming a song to himself. It's going to be a long night, isn't it?

Meadow University

Connor Kennedy

Name

Connor Adam Kennedy

Nickames

Prefers Connor. Connie's fine though.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Year

Third

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Computer Sciences - A.I. and Software Development, Cyber Security

Sexuality

Heterosexual - Secretly bi-curious

Relationship Status

Open

Label

I.T. Geek

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dyed blonde | Wavy | One-sided swept curtain
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'11"
• Body Type: A lithe build befitting a frequent jogger.
• Clothing Style: Fashionably comfortable | Hoodies - closed or zipper, moto-racer leather jackets, dark skinny jeans, converse boots.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He can wear multiple earrings on his right ear, usually only uses one. He has deep gash on the back of his right shoulder.

Personality Traits

↑ Non-judgemental ↑ Agreeable ↑ Tenacious ↑ Sharp-witted ↓ Anxious ↓ Passive-aggressive ↓ Untrusting ↓ Sarcastic

After the incident during his youth, he realized that he didn't have much of a personality. As such he defaults to a cheery and smiley disposition, one that helps him get along with others. He gets on along with a majority of the cliques as he's pleasant, calm and funny. Due to his past, he's slow to judge and quick to emphatize; it's easy to talk to and confide in him. Some could say this was a mask... and he wouldn't disagree with them. Though some embers of his old 'personality' shine through his passive-aggression and sarcasm.

Underneath he's deathly afraid of others finding out about his past, opting to change topics when it comes up or give vague answers. If they push on he gets irritable and eventually storms off. Similarly he's a ball of anxiety, uncertain about his future and is worried about how others view him. It's difficult to get him to lower his walls, but if you do you're bound to have an eternally loyal and clingy friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Connor grew up with little to no expectations from his parents. What little time and affection his parents gave were all heaved upon his brother. Though he initially tried his best (whether it be scholastic achievements or ability as a successor) to win their affection, he was always second best. His brother, Gerard, simply put, was a genius amongst geniuses. He thrived with no effort, achieving top-grades within the country and was easily able to pick up the skills needed to succeed their parents. Connor was never given the time of day. Soon, his efforts moved from scholastic achievement to acting out. His parents' rebuke and scold were pretty much the only time they ever paid attention to him.

He hung around bad crowds, who let him do so because of his money. That and he was an easy scapegoat as his parents were frequent donors to his high-school, making it difficult to expel him. Throughout his highschool years, he has gotten into trouble for a myriad of things- cutting class, bullying, cheating, fights, smoking, sex, you name it. At the height of his rebellion his parents threatened to disown and cut him off. Relaying this to the group he ran with caused them to laugh in his face, ending with him being pushed off a flight of stairs and landing shoulder-first onto a rusty piece of rebar. Wanting no part in injuring someone from an influential family the group dispersed. Had it not been for a kind passer-by who took him into his home, he might not have made it. He begged the stranger not to take him into the ER and after enough badgering, agreed to. Luckily the stranger was a retired nurse and stitched his arm up, though Connor suffered through it with no painkillers.

The stranger was kind enough to not pry about his situation. After seeing that he was alright after a few hours, patted on his back with a smile and send him off. For this Connor was eternally grateful, to this day he still sends him presents and cheques in his mail. It was after this event that he had a revelation- his constant need for attention was the root cause of this, so he would try his best to grow past it and just... worry about himself. He decided he would change everything about himself. He dyed his normally black hair blonde, wore glasses and even changed up his fashion style. This change was during the tail-end of his highschool years. He was unrecognizable, he was acing his classes and was even 'sociable'. He tried his best to apologize but many flat out ignored him and a majority despised him even more, not that he could blame them.

His parents eased off after his 'transformation', even recommending a top university for his major- Meadow University. Though they were still untrusting of his recent changed opted him into the backdoor method of entrance, as a trust fund student. Despite being annoyed, he understood their decision. He would continue his rough journey of self-betterment during his university years.

Family

Morrison Kennedy - Father
Janette Kennedy - Mother
Gerard Kennedy - Brother

Misc.

Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

➞ Wears fake glasses.
➞ An easy way to cool him off is bubble tea.
➞ Occasionally fills in as a bartender. Extra pocket change is nice but the main reason is to listen and talk with patrons.
➞ After the first semester he became known as the local 'IT' guy to come to, to fix your computer problems.
➞ Frequents the Meadow View Shooting Range and has excellent aim.
➞ Has periodic, crushing headaches, as such he always paracetamol pill bottle on his person. Headaches seem to come more frequently during stressful situations.
➞ Gerard secretly adores Connor, nearing the point of a complex. During Connor's childhood he doted on his every move. A fact Connor doesn't remember.

➞ I guess it's '500 Days of Summer'.

Look before his change

Meadow University

Connor

Name

Connor Adam Kennedy

Nickames

Prefers Connor. Connie's fine though.

Age

20

Gender

Male

Year

Third

Reason of Admission

Trust Fund

Major

Computer Sciences - A.I. and Software Development, Cyber Security

Sexuality

Heterosexual - Secretly bi-curious

Relationship Status

Open

Label

I.T. Geek

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dyed blonde | Wavy | One-sided swept curtain
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'11"
• Body Type: A lithe build befitting a frequent jogger.
• Clothing Style: Fashionably comfortable | Hoodies - closed or zipper, moto-racer leather jackets, dark skinny jeans, converse boots.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: He can wear multiple earrings on his right ear, usually only uses one. He has deep gash on the back of his right shoulder.

Personality Traits

↑ Non-judgemental ↑ Agreeable ↑ Tenacious ↑ Sharp-witted ↓ Anxious ↓ Passive-aggressive ↓ Untrusting ↓ Sarcastic

After the incident during his youth, he realized that he didn't have much of a personality. As such he defaults to a cheery and smiley disposition, one that helps him get along with others. He gets on along with a majority of the cliques as he's pleasant, calm and funny. Due to his past, he's slow to judge and quick to emphatize; it's easy to talk to and confide in him. Some could say this was a mask... and he wouldn't disagree with them. Though some embers of his old 'personality' shine through his passive-aggression and sarcasm.

Underneath he's deathly afraid of others finding out about his past, opting to change topics when it comes up or give vague answers. If they push on he gets irritable and eventually storms off. Similarly he's a ball of anxiety, uncertain about his future and is worried about how others view him. It's difficult to get him to lower his walls, but if you do you're bound to have an eternally loyal and clingy friend.

Upbringing Synopsis

Connor grew up with little to no expectations from his parents. What little time and affection his parents gave were all heaved upon his brother. Though he initially tried his best (whether it be scholastic achievements or ability as a successor) to win their affection, he was always second best. His brother, Gerard, simply put, was a genius amongst geniuses. He thrived with no effort, achieving top-grades within the country and was easily able to pick up the skills needed to succeed their parents. Connor was never given the time of day. Soon, his efforts moved from scholastic achievement to acting out. His parents' rebuke and scold were pretty much the only time they ever paid attention to him.

He hung around bad crowds, who let him do so because of his money. That and he was an easy scapegoat as his parents were frequent donors to his high-school, making it difficult to expel him. Throughout his highschool years, he has gotten into trouble for a myriad of things- cutting class, bullying, cheating, fights, smoking, sex, you name it. At the height of his rebellion his parents threatened to disown and cut him off. Relaying this to the group he ran with caused them to laugh in his face, ending with him being pushed off a flight of stairs and landing shoulder-first onto a rusty piece of rebar. Wanting no part in injuring someone from an influential family the group dispersed. Had it not been for a kind passer-by who took him into his home, he might not have made it. He begged the stranger not to take him into the ER and after enough badgering, agreed to. Luckily the stranger was a retired nurse and stitched his arm up, though Connor suffered through it with no painkillers.

The stranger was kind enough to not pry about his situation. After seeing that he was alright after a few hours, patted on his back with a smile and send him off. For this Connor was eternally grateful, to this day he still sends him presents and cheques in his mail. It was after this event that he had a revelation- his constant need for attention was the root cause of this, so he would try his best to grow past it and just... worry about himself. He decided he would change everything about himself. He dyed his normally black hair blonde, wore glasses and even changed up his fashion style. This change was during the tail-end of his highschool years. He was unrecognizable, he was acing his classes and was even 'sociable'. He tried his best to apologize but many flat out ignored him and a majority despised him even more, not that he could blame them.

His parents eased off after his 'transformation', even recommending a top university for his major- Meadow University. Though they were still untrusting of his recent changed opted him into the backdoor method of entrance, as a trust fund student. Despite being annoyed, he understood their decision. He would continue his rough journey of self-betterment during his university years.

Family

Morrison Kennedy - Father
Janette Kennedy - Mother
Gerard Kennedy - Brother

Misc.

Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

- Wears fake glasses.
- An easy way to cool him off is bubble tea.
- Occasionally fills in as a bartender. Extra pocket change is nice but the main reason is to listen and talk with patrons.
- After the first semester he became known as the local 'IT' guy to come to, to fix your computer problems.
- Frequents the Meadow View Shooting Range and has excellent aim.
- Has periodic, crushing headaches, as such he always paracetamol pill bottle on his person. Headaches seem to come more frequently during stressful situations.
- Gerard secretly adores Connor, nearing the point of a complex. During Connor's childhood he doted on his every move. A fact Connor doesn't remember.

- I guess it's '500 Days of Summer'.

Look before his change

Meadow University

Can I reserve a trust fund student?

Connor Adam Kennedy | Jakub Gierszał | #89cff0

Avalia

Time: Night
Location: The Nest
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi.



"You two are delirious, drunk, and likely were spiked." Rei sighed, watching as the two fall over themselves trying to be rational adults. First it was Kenia almost falling onto the disgusting floors and next it was Malachi who seemed to be having a steamy make-out session with the door. "Let me and Corvina carry you both back." He continued, looking at Corvina who didn't look all too well herself. He frowned at their drunken attempts of courtship. Though they try to be discreet, many of the patrons still shot the group leery glances. They had way too much attention on them, which was already higher than Rei's preferred zero.

"Actually, I'll carry both elves." He said, not disagreeing with being called a child. Atleast from an elf's point of view. "Sorry Corvina you'll have to walk by yourself."

"Now, you two, support yourselves on my shoulders." The pungent smell of booze stung his nose. He wasn't paying attention to how much these two drank but it was evidently too much, it reminded him a bit of his past and parents. He shook his head pushed those thoughts aside. He glanced back at Corvina. "Comeon, Corvina, let's go before anyone else courts you."