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BECAUSE I AM SWITCHING ACCOUNTS TO POKE, THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOW SERVE AS A MEMORIAL TO THE ONLY KING THAT MATTERS.
Ostarion, the Skeleton King "Bone is strongest where it's mended."
The victim of a longevity spell that backfired, the Skeleton King Ostarion has built an empire from the bones of his enemies. He lives only to extend his reach, for as long as he is perpetually building and adding to his domain he cannot die. The walls of his palace are formed of fired bone; the streets are paved with bones of every sort of creature and every enemy; and even the wood and other natural features of his land have been swept away and replaced with replicas formed of bone. From the Ivory Forest to Ostarion's towering Throne of Bone, nothing happens in the Empire of Bones without the full knowledge of its Skeleton King.
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Satus didn’t allow the comment from his roommate to stop his search, although he was right; there wasn’t much difference in any of the dorms, aside from slight changes in furniture placement, the rooms were essentially the same, but Satus revelled in looking at them anyway. His room in Mistvell was minimalistic and practical, so his threshold for what could pass as “suitable” was somewhat low. Whether the simplicity of his original living space stemmed from age-old traditions or to make Satus focus his attention on learning wasn’t really touched upon while he was there, nor would he try considering it now. The lunch announcement served to interrupt his train of thought anyway, in addition to his room-shifting.
In spite of all of the searching he had been doing, he had failed to pick a room yet, while his supposed roommate had – and locked it, for that matter. Satus considered choosing a different room in response, but dismissed the idea rather quickly. It’d just cause problems later on for the school administration or something along those lines. He’d touch on the subject when he returned from lunch, hopefully there were more keys in that dorm – for both him and the third roommate.
With little else to do beyond that, Satus began to make his way to the lunch hall.
"Attention all students of Riddle Academy. There will be an early lunch today. Lunch begins promptly in thirty minutes, regardless of what you are doing.
That is all.”
That is all.”
In spite of all of the searching he had been doing, he had failed to pick a room yet, while his supposed roommate had – and locked it, for that matter. Satus considered choosing a different room in response, but dismissed the idea rather quickly. It’d just cause problems later on for the school administration or something along those lines. He’d touch on the subject when he returned from lunch, hopefully there were more keys in that dorm – for both him and the third roommate.
With little else to do beyond that, Satus began to make his way to the lunch hall.
<Snipped quote by Spriggs27>
Well, yeah, I guess. But it isn't something you want to drink on a regular basis. AND it makes your stomach feel funny AND it stinks something awful AND it's really sticky on bare skin.
I'm still here.
Just don't use the OOC often.
Just don't use the OOC often.
From the looks of things, Satus had managed to be the first to arrive at the Third Year hallway. A light mist rolled across the ground, and quickly made its way to the other end of said hallway, veiling the ground slightly. There were several doors lined down each wall, and the boy wasn't actually sure whether or not it rooms were being assigned or simply chosen at one's own discretion. Satus took the latter option, and began to procedurally open and examine the rooms as he walked through the corridor. He had only managed to reach the middle of the corridor before someone else had arrived. While he had heard the footsteps, Satus didn't actually turn around to acknowledge the person; if they were pertinent to Satus in some way, he would know.
"If I had to take a guess, I assume you are Satus Obra? I am Adam Starek. And I really hope you speak English, or I might as well be talking to the wall."
That was relevant. Satus stopped his room-searching for a brief moment to respond to the other student.
"Yes, my name is Satus Obra; yes, I do speak English." The ninja said in a monotonous voice.
As he resumed his room-searching, Satus felt the need to throw in his ethnicity for the sake of the matter, although he didn't specify where exactly in England he came from. Mistvell was an out-of-the-way location, after all.
"In fact, I am English—believe it or not." He said, speaking between door slams.
Now all that was left was to find a room, and wait for the other roommate to arrive.
"If I had to take a guess, I assume you are Satus Obra? I am Adam Starek. And I really hope you speak English, or I might as well be talking to the wall."
That was relevant. Satus stopped his room-searching for a brief moment to respond to the other student.
"Yes, my name is Satus Obra; yes, I do speak English." The ninja said in a monotonous voice.
As he resumed his room-searching, Satus felt the need to throw in his ethnicity for the sake of the matter, although he didn't specify where exactly in England he came from. Mistvell was an out-of-the-way location, after all.
"In fact, I am English—believe it or not." He said, speaking between door slams.
Now all that was left was to find a room, and wait for the other roommate to arrive.
Satus had only just reached the Second Year Hallway before the announcement had sounded. He paid little heed to it at first, until he heard his name. One of the first things that both surprised and slightly bothered him about the announcement was the fact that he had to go to the Third Year Hallway rather than the Second Year Hallway he was already at. Satus found it to be tedious, not to mention the fact that he essentially crossed Kaede for nothing. The other thing that bothered him was the idea of sharing a room with other people - two, to be exact. One more than last year. Hopefully, they would be just as easy to handle as Satus' previous roommate. Luckily, his name was called first in his respective dorm group, and the ninja was able to catch the names of those who he would be sharing the dorm room with.
"...Mairead Draigen and and Adam Starek." The boy mumbled idly, repeating the names of his supposed roommates. He wasn't very good at applying nationalities to names, and didn't attempt to because of it. Rather, he was trying to see if he could recall meeting such people within the academy. He couldn't. Satus didn't involve himself with other students too often, aside from compulsory assignments and such. The boy considered becoming more social, but didn't really find a good incentive; he was at the academy as a 'mission' of sorts, or at least that was how he viewed it.
Without delay, Satus began to rush to the Third Year Hallway. He wanted to be the first inside of the dorm; he'd have time to practice and sharpen his ability if he did.
"...Mairead Draigen and and Adam Starek." The boy mumbled idly, repeating the names of his supposed roommates. He wasn't very good at applying nationalities to names, and didn't attempt to because of it. Rather, he was trying to see if he could recall meeting such people within the academy. He couldn't. Satus didn't involve himself with other students too often, aside from compulsory assignments and such. The boy considered becoming more social, but didn't really find a good incentive; he was at the academy as a 'mission' of sorts, or at least that was how he viewed it.
Without delay, Satus began to rush to the Third Year Hallway. He wanted to be the first inside of the dorm; he'd have time to practice and sharpen his ability if he did.
Satus had caught the other half of the peeled orange that had been tossed back at him. It was disappointing. Satus was disappointed. It would have been a spectacle to hit a member of the Black Class with an orange. At the same time though, he was somewhat confused. Despite completely nullifying the threat of the orange, Kaede didn't appear to launch any attacks towards him. Not only that, but the talkative Third Year had just made minor conversation with Kaede, albeit a rather hostile one. He had also suggested that he and Satus take a contract one day before leaving. Satus didn't have the student's name, making it rather difficult to follow up on the offer. Maybe the Satus would find him later and ask for a name.
However, the ninja was back at an impasse. He had no intention of entering melee combat against a Black Class member, but not doing anything would let the timer go off. In the time it took for him to consider his options, the timer did go off. The piercing alarms had caught Satus off guard for a split second, although he quickly regained composure and braced himself for something.
Satus awaited for something aside from the greeting, but it never came. Satus considered the implications of the misinterpreted event. Students fighting each other, hindering each other and possibly coming close to killing each other over a greeting. Granted, Satus had assumed there would be some sort of explosion, but apparently not. Thinking about it rationally, it wouldn't really make much sense to blow up a portion of the school for that, but panicking seemed more appropriate at the time.
Even so, the ninja had managed to gather something useful out of the event. It showed how some students react to "deadly" situations, although he wasn't able to pick out any particular students who this applied to; He had escaped before things went entirely bad, and took solace in the fact.
Barring the conclusion that Satus had made, he assumed that the greeting also signified the end of the introduction. More importantly, the two students speaking with Kaeda had managed to stall the fight long enough for the countdown to go off.
"Kaede." The boy said, trying to get her attention.
"I assume I can take my leave now?"
However, the ninja was back at an impasse. He had no intention of entering melee combat against a Black Class member, but not doing anything would let the timer go off. In the time it took for him to consider his options, the timer did go off. The piercing alarms had caught Satus off guard for a split second, although he quickly regained composure and braced himself for something.
"Congratulations! Welcome to Riddle Academy!"
Satus awaited for something aside from the greeting, but it never came. Satus considered the implications of the misinterpreted event. Students fighting each other, hindering each other and possibly coming close to killing each other over a greeting. Granted, Satus had assumed there would be some sort of explosion, but apparently not. Thinking about it rationally, it wouldn't really make much sense to blow up a portion of the school for that, but panicking seemed more appropriate at the time.
Even so, the ninja had managed to gather something useful out of the event. It showed how some students react to "deadly" situations, although he wasn't able to pick out any particular students who this applied to; He had escaped before things went entirely bad, and took solace in the fact.
Barring the conclusion that Satus had made, he assumed that the greeting also signified the end of the introduction. More importantly, the two students speaking with Kaeda had managed to stall the fight long enough for the countdown to go off.
"Kaede." The boy said, trying to get her attention.
"I assume I can take my leave now?"
@Ostarion Jun is a transfer student. He's never been to this school before.
Ah. I'll edit that out then.
Is there still space for this? I got a sniper/cannoneer that I'd like to use.
Satus had reached an impasse. He was being stopped by a member of the Black Class of all things. The countdown was still going, but to try and fight the adversary ahead would either result in defeat, or best-case scenario would be a stalemate until the timer ran out, which wouldn't be that great anyway. Satus did not respond to the girl just yet. Nor did he move just yet. Instead, he stared at her. Perhaps if he was lucky she'd get uncomfortable and leave, but there was little chance of that happening. Besides, how long would that even take? Enough time to let the countdown finish, probably.
At that moment, another student seemed to enter the mix. He looked older than Satus, so he assumed he was a Third Year. He couldn't recall seeing him before though. It seemed like he was trying to strike up conversation with Kaede. It was a suicide mission no doubt. But Satus wished to take advantage of the situation. He dug into his side satchel, and searched for something to use. He found an orange. He couldn't remember where he originally obtained it , but it now had a new, valiant purpose.
Satus threw the orange towards Kaede, with the goal of hitting her face. It was only after the orange had left his hand that he was swamped with a sense of both dread and regret. Regardless of success or failure, he was invariably going to be deep trouble after this.
At that moment, another student seemed to enter the mix. He looked older than Satus, so he assumed he was a Third Year. He couldn't recall seeing him before though. It seemed like he was trying to strike up conversation with Kaede. It was a suicide mission no doubt. But Satus wished to take advantage of the situation. He dug into his side satchel, and searched for something to use. He found an orange. He couldn't remember where he originally obtained it , but it now had a new, valiant purpose.
Satus threw the orange towards Kaede, with the goal of hitting her face. It was only after the orange had left his hand that he was swamped with a sense of both dread and regret. Regardless of success or failure, he was invariably going to be deep trouble after this.
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