~Guardians of Magic~ Starts (PG-13)

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: I am fully aware that we are still missing two s.u.s and many scheduals. Just go to the cafe, I'll pm people about it. Thanx. And the dream at the beginning is an inkling of Kat's first premonition, so don't stick one in yours.
BIC:

~Katalina~

The white bricked hallway was blasting with bright florecent lights, but I could see from the window at the end of the wing, that it was dark out. A girl came sprinting around the corner, she had blonde hair and was of average height, I recognized her as Cat (with a C!) the junior drum major of the marching band.

"You don't have to do this! I'll quit! I swear!" she yelled, turning around, pony-tail swinging. Kat caught a glance of the maroon name plate on the door nearby, B207.
"I don't care," a feminine voice came and a cloaked figure floated (yes, floated) around the corner of the hallway, landing squarely in front of Cat. "Your time has come," she said blandly, raising her hands, air seeming to form a huge twister between them, all of the papers from the white book slung around Cat's shoulder began to fly around the hallway wildly.

"No! I'll-I'll do anything!" Cat yelled pathetically, turning to run. The air flew towards her and-

BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP! Kat jerked up in the bed, flying into a sitting position.

What the heck?! Where am I? Must've been a bad dream, Ithought, looking around her room. It was still pale blue, patterned with Winnie the Pooh Bear trim and getting a bit light from sunrise.

I leaned over and snapped on the bedside lamp, blinking as the sudden light blinded me. I looked at the purple clock on the side- 6:15. Great, I actually had to get up. I slid out of bed slowly, heading for the grimy, full-length mirror in the corner of my room. I scanned herself up and down. Messy red hair, green eyes tinged red from crying, (I still hadn't gotten over John, even after two weeks), freckles on my cheeks, baggy green Bon-Jovi concert T-shirt, stomach- wait stomach? I looked down, to see her green shirt rolled up just above her stomach. I tried to push it down, but the back caught on something. I sighed, thinking that her shirt had shrunk in the wash, or was caught in the covers, or twisted or something.

I shoved my hand towards my back, hitting my hand on something that felt sort of like hard tissue paper. Very funny Mom, hahaha. I thought sarcastically, trying to pull it off. But it-hurt? Mom must've glued the freakin' tissue paper on my back, I thought angrily. I looked back in the mirror, trying to figure out the problem, when I spotted them. Two huge, icy blue, butterfly wings were attatched to my back. ATTATCHED. I screamed, extrordinarily loud, freaking out.

Mom burst into my room, finding me yelling. Her own shoulder-length red hair was dangling limply in a pony-tail, her eyes sleepy and tired.
"Who's mugging you?" she yelled. I realized that she had a baseball bat squeezed in her hands. Ever since Dad left, she kept that baseball bat next to her bed, constantly thinking we were going to be mugged or something. I sighed. She looked from me, to the mirror, back to me, and her soft green eyes widened in comprehension.

"Actually honey, I've been meaning to talk to you about this," she said quietly, "Get dressed and come down to breakfast," I must have been making some kind of yeah-right face, since she said, "I'm serious. I made French toast, your favorite," she turned out of my room, heading towards the door, which closed behind her. I heard her heavy footsteps on the way down the stairs. She had to be kidding me. I ran over to my Schnauzer calander, which read Monday October 30th, 2006. Oh, she must be confused. It's not April fool's day after all.

~Alli~

I slid through the open window, slowly sliding it shut. Boy was that loser Tyler going to be surprised when he woke up covered in poison ivy. My jeans cut on the way into the window, but it wasn't bad and I could probably heal it with a good old healing spell. If I had time. The digital clock in my room read 6:15. NOt enough time for a healing spell. My mom would hear me. She still didn't know that I was a witch, being pure human and all. I wouldn't be surprised if she were one too.

I ran to my closet, preparing to get ready for the day. Hell- I mean, school, here I come.

 

[Razor Shiftry]

OOC: sorry for not posting earlier- I was a lil’ bit busy HW…

BIC: sunlight hit Briar’s eyelids. He took in a deep breath and stayed still as his senses registered his surroundings. He could feel his bed, right down to the individual fibres…and hear his mum begin cooking pancakes for breakfast downstairs, but then again, that wasn’t hard to do. But smelling the pancakes, that was harder and Briar could smell them. He heard the songbirds outside, singing their morning chorus and a squirrel disturbing them and making a few fly off and land on another tree and continue their song. Briar opened his eyes slowly. His bedroom hit his eyes like a cannon, everything vibrant and bright and…Briar rubbed his eyes. His room reverted back to normal, with no intense colours. He shook his head. ‘Must have been the party last night…’ thought Briar groggily as he dragged himself into a sitting position and reluctantly stood up, shivering a bit because he was only wearing his boxers. Briar walked over to his en-suite bathroom and turned on the light. Briar closed his eyes in pain. When it stopped, he opened his eyes and began walking forward to the mirror above the sink. Briar opened the taps and filled the sink up half way with cold water and washed his face to wake him up. His eyes closed, he reached out and instantly picked up his flannel and wiped his face dry. As he looked up into the mirror, an unusual face looked back at him.

He stared at it in silent shock. Slowly, he moved his fingers along his jaw line, and then along his eyebrows. Somehow they had become more angular, more…feline…thought Briar. As he studied his face, he noticed his ears. They were already pointed enough already, but now…they seemed…pointier? Briar moved his fingered along his ear that had been tapered to a point. Briar shrugged. ‘Must have had loads of booze last night’, he said quietly and grabbed his deodorant and lifted his arm and…as he looked in the mirror…he realised he had no armpit hair! Briar dropped the deodorant can and felt his armpits, and realising the unusual change, Briar panicked and looked down his boxers to check weather anything had happened down there. Briar stepped back in shock. This just had to be a dream, he thought. He ran back into his bedroom and pulled on some clothes. He needed some time to think to why the reason he had suddenly lost all his pubic hair. This was just too creepy he thought. Briar grabbed his school bag and ran downstairs. His mum had just put down some Pancakes and Briar slumped down onto the chair and wolfed down his breakfast.
‘Well, someone’s in a hurry’, said his mum rather quietly, as if in her own thoughts and not really in the room, ‘hmm…your dad will be back in a minute…’
Briar stopped eating and looked up. His mum sometimes had these…’weird’ moments and sort of knew what was going to happen. Briar shook it off and finished his pancakes and ran to the door. He stopped and ran back to his mum and kissed her on the cheek. ‘See ya mum, I’m going to school via the woods’, cried Briar as he ran back and out of the door.
‘ok then Briar…’


OOC: hehehe...random start...

 

[Skeith]

Jacob yawned, he hated mornings, his ears twiched as he herad breakfast being made, he walked into the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror, short grey fur had grown over his face, his nose looked like a snout, his teeth were longer and he ears had reloacted to the top of his head. He yawned and carryed on to the toliet, he froze and ran back to the mirror. His jaw droped and his felt his newly formed tail bang against the raidator. "Mum!!!" He yelled, his mum came rushing up the stairs, she took a look at him and broke down "No, not anthor one..." She said, Jacob looked at her and tears started to form in his eyes "Please mum tell me, tell me whats happening to me..."

Jacob sat upright in bed, he yawned, he hated mornings, he felt the top of his head, an ear twiched, he sighed and looked out the window. *Why does my 13th birthday keep coming back to haunt me...* He sighed and got ready for school

 

[Literate]

[I'm gonna break out of the mold and just have a normal thing happen. Instead of a transformation.]

Sylvester lied in bed, his clean covers over his entire sleeping form. Small beams of sunlight seeped through the near transparent curtains. A greater beam of light hit his eyelids and he forced them apart, and blearily looked at the analog alarm clock nearby. Was it six fifteen or quarter after six, he didn't really know, but since it wasn't seven yet, he closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

Well, maybe today he'll skip breakfast.

--

He sat upright at his desk chair, staring at the pieces of glass he had acummulated over the weekend. Okay, so many were bent and in tiny shards, but who said they couldn't make glass out of glass? Jasper pondered over his wide collection, until he finally decided he hadn't found the one that he could use to be able to expland his tricks. He leaned back in his revolving chair, turning it around and around, staring at the ceiling so as to avoid getting dizzy.

Standing up, he collected his language books that he was going over during the night, and slung his school bag over his shoulder. He placed each piece of glass back into their plastic cases and put them onto his shelves. He spotted a small white velvet bag perched on the side fo his flat desk. Taking that too, he closed the door of his bedroom and crept quietly out of his house to school.

-Lit

 

[cdra1617]

Mizuryu~

The house was completely silent. No one stirred because everyone was asleep, Mizuryu and her parents alike. There was only one sound in the silence, and that was Mizi's silly dad snoring.

Three, two, one.

The alarm clock in a bedroom with sky blue walls and a navy colored bed went off with a loud series of "BEEP" noises. Completely covered by her comforter and sheets, Mizuryu shifted grouchily. She didn't want to get up this morning. Then again, she never did. Irritably a hand shot out from under the blue and hit the Snooze button.

Several incomprehensable grumbles spewed from the girl. "Mmmm... I hate mornings..." was one of the only salvagable clauses from Mizuryu's mouth. She couldn't go back to sleep now, but she didn't want to get up... "Nnnnnr.... but I have to... dammit..." Mizi pulled the covers off of her head.

She yawned widely, not feeling just excellent right now. "Mornings... suck... eggs." she groaned, sitting up from where she was laying (flat on her face, might I add). Mizuryu shakily got out of bed and drowsily stood up. Then the clock went off again.

"...Crap." Mizi said, bashing the off button. "I need to remember: don't hit Snooze." She continued talking to herself randomly as she got dressed in her jeans and nice 3/4 sleeve top. But as she did, she noticed funny little slits on her shoulders and neck. Most of them were covered, but... the ones on her neck were still there.

"WHAT. THE. HELL." Mizuryu said rather loudly. Her parents might have even woken up because of that. Shakily, Mizi clipped her necklace on and started brushing her hair, only to find that she couldn't comb out her bangs because she kept hitting something hard. Erm, horns.

She squalled in fear and shock.

Her mom came flying up the stairs to find a very shaky Mizuryu breathing unevenly, but wearing all of her clothes. "What's wrong, Mizu-honey?" she said, standing beside Mizuryu.

"I... have... gills... and... horns... what the hell..." Mizuryu panted, rubbing her... pointy elbows as she stared at her reflection. "GREAT. AND I HAVE ELF EARS TOO, DAMMIT!" she screamed. She thought she was going insane.

Very quietly in a squeaky mouse voice she added, "...drag me off to the happy house, Mommy..."

~*~​

Kazeryu~

Kazeryu woke up to the normal hum of his early alarm clock, then flopped out of bed. School was a total drag, but it was senior year. Only one more year in this hellhole, then he would be free. Fun fun fun. He made sure to hide his odd tail and wings with his magic before leaving.

Kaz got ready quickly and threw his things in his truck. No reason to stick around for breakfast; that was his little brother and sister's job. He left the house uneventfully to go get doughnuts. No reason to start of the day on the wrong foot, was there...? Of course not. Plus, he was meeting his friend Tanya at the shop to take her to school. She could walk to the doughnut shop and didn't have a car because her license was suspended. But oh well.

 

[Bandana]

*Sal*

Sal woke up slowly. Very slowly. She lifted her eyes open and grabbed her watch from the bedside table, pushing the light button.
3:56am
Goodnight, Sal thought as she fell asleep. I mean, who on earth would want to wake up at this time of the morning?

Sal's alarm clock went off and she sat up, one of her two strips of hair resting on her face. Sal blew at it, blowing a quiet raspberry at the same time, and pulled it out of her face. She was really considering chopping her two strips of hair off.

Well that was a lovely night sleep, Sal told herself as she jumped out of bed, making a bit of a thud.
"Don't stomp!" her mother called from downstairs with a casual voice but Sal had a feeling that her mother was irritated by the thumping.
"Sorry mum!" Sal called back to her mother as she looked around for her hairbrush.

After Sal had burshed her hair, an easy task considering hown shirt most of it was, most of it, she ran downstairs, making a bit of noise.
"Don't be so loud Sal," her mother said in a warning sort of voice. "You'll wake up the entire neighbourhood."
Sal nodded and decided to jump the last few stairs. For some reason she felt like she needed to be close to the ground.

Sal jumped down the last few stairs, like she had intended, but she also grabbed the wooden orb at the end of the rail to swing herself around. The orb was so solid there was absolutely no harm in--
Crack!
--Okay. Sal did not expect to pull off the entireorb thingie. She carefully and quickly put it back on the hand rail before her mother saw it. Or worse, her father.

Well that was weird, Sal thought, looking at the clock. Wait. Since when am I up for breakfast at seven in the morning?! And I don't feel tired either.
But Sal shrugged off the thought as she felt glad to be on ground level.

*Anabel*

Anabel saw them. They had set the store houses on fire. Her neighbours. Ugh how she hated them at that moment. She hated them so much she had decided to pay them a visit at 3:55am. A visit.

Anabel used her Telekinetic powers to go to the store house first of all. She had to know how much damage she'd give right back. By the looks of it, she considered completely covering their house in solid dirt but that would be too unnatural. And not nearly enough fun.

Anabel grinned at the thought of what she'd do to her neighbours house but quickly hid herself when she heard a siren.
Well it took the fire department long enough, Anabel thought with disdain and slunk back to her bedroom on the ground floor. She'd have to get her neighbours back another time.

"Stupid lazy arse neighbours..." Anabel muttered as she stared at the ceiling. SHe didn't feel like going to sleep just yet.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: By the way, it's not the first day of school.
BIC:
I ran down the stairs, jumping the last few. But, instead of landing, I hovered for a split-second, then hit the ground. Hard. My hair was in knots on the top, knotted with the navy blue antennas that I’d found poking out. This was insane. Someone shoot me.

My mom was sitting at the table, munching on French Toast, with a sort of… worried look on her face. I sat down next to her, the hard chair itching wings painfully. I sighed. Yes, I’ve given them the name ‘wings’. Since that’s the only thing I can think that they would be. Yup.

“Alright, honey,” My mom said, watching me poke my French toast with the intense green eyes she only used when she was completely serious. Completely, “I was hoping that I’d never have to have this conversation with you,” she paused with a heavy sigh, removing the baggy Hersheypark sweatshirt she was wearing, which revealed two giant wings, just like mine, but pink. I gasped. “Our whole family, well, the female side is half-fairy. I’m full fairy, so I have stronger powers then anyone else in our family, and your father was a bit fairy, which makes you half and… some odd number,” she sighed heavily, pushing her hand against her forehead. “You and I are witches honey,”

“Send me to the happy house or something,” I muttered. My mom glared at me.
“I’m not kidding,” she said, “fine. You want proof?” she asked, “Come out back with me.” So I left my French toast on the table, then followed the pink wings outside. She flapped each wing twice the second we got outside, and rose off the ground rapidly, flying in circles, loopdy-loops, three sixties, stuff like that. She then landed in front of me, feeling extremely awestruck, “Well?”

There was no way in heavenabove that my mom could have flown without REALLY being a fairy, “Alright, I believe you. So what’re these power things we’re talking about here?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Well, my power is the ability to freeze anyone who’s not a good witch or wizard, it’s like-“ she started, but I cut her off.
“It’s like Piper!” I squealed, an avid Charmed fan.
“Yes honey, like that. Now, have you noticed anything strange you’ve been doing lately?” she asked me, looking at me intently.
“Well, just this same dream I keep having, about B10 something at school and Cat and some cloaked dude-“ I paused realizing what this meant, “Mom! Someone’s going to kill Cat!”
“Premonition?” My mom suggested, looking at me, “We’ll figure out something to do about Cat. Don’t worry sweetheart,” she kissed me on the forehead, then muttered something, tapping my antennas. “that should do it.” I glanced at my back and head. No more wings or antennas. “oh they’re still there, just magically hidden. I’ll show you the counterspell when you get home. Or you’ll miss the bus,” she kissed me as I took off for the bus (theoretically speaking) and jumped in.

“Sorry I’m late,” I muttered, throwing myself into a seat. I couldn’t wait for later.

 

[Nirarekdan]

"Good morning, Rei," a voice said in my head. I was still half asleep, in that grey area between light sleep and being fully awake. I hadn't felt this rested in quite a while... "You should get up. You'll be late for school."

I groaned, opening my eyes a little and seeing morning sunlight leaking through the curtains on my window. "Why'd you have to remind me?" I mumbled, slowly pushing the covers off of myself and sitting up, stretching. Something was...different, today. Slowly crawling off my bed and standing, I yawned again and walked over to the mirror. I blinked. I blinked again. I walked over to the window, opened the curtains (the sun seemed oddly bright) and walked back over to the mirror. I looked above it for a moment, shaking my head and blinking hard, then looked at myself closely. My hair was black and messy, as usual, most of it hanging slightly over one shoulder. I still had the same, slight skin-and-bones appearance, but my hands seemed a bit longer and thinner. What I'd noticed most was my pale skin. I tilted my head, wondering if this was still some strange dream. Then I saw my eyes- black. Not any normal black, either. It was a cold, expressionless, almost dead black. They were like a shark's eyes, no whites visible at all. I looked like I was dead!!

I stared at my reflection for a minute longer, then, in a daze, I somehow managed to get dressed and I headed out my door. I soon found myself sitting at the kitchen table eating a couple of Toaster Scrambles, only mildly hungry.

"Well, I wan't expecting this to happen, to tell you the truth," a voice said to me. I looked over at the chair next to me, resting my head on a fist. The, I hesitate to say it, 'person' sitting there, actually a ghost who I'd known for quite a while, actually had an embarrassed look on his face- and now that I thought of it, I looked rather like him.

"I guess I'll have to tell you then, eh?" he said, shaking his head before delving into an explanation of everything. Apparently, he was my father -Well, that makes a bit of sense, I thought- and he'd been hoping that I'd still appear human after a certain age. He had to hurry through the rest, both of us hearing my mother, only biologically so, stirring in her room.

"Now, you've got to appear human to the others," he told me just before she came in. "So memorize this spell, and the counterspell, and only reveal your true form when you must. Got it?"

I nodded, and he quickly told me the spells, placing one on me- I once again had a normal, healthy skin color and I was sure that my eyes were normal again. I quickly finished my Toaster Scrambles, hurrying out the door after slinging a heavy backpack, now not-so-heavy, onto my shoulders. This is going to be quite a day. I thought to myself.


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Miguel walked haughtily down the street, his hand stuck in his jean pockets. He hated going to school... But then again, he did have quite a fun time with the other students. And by fun, he meant pranks, blackmail, threats, hazing, and all sorts of activities. He watched as a butterfly passed by, glancing around before snapping his fingers. The insect immediately froze, and he grinned as he picked it up and snapped off its legs, antennae, and wings piece by piece, and then tossed the remainder into the grass on a lawn. "Stupid bugs..." he chuckled maliciously to himself, seeing several other insects and giving them much the same treatment. "Life is good."

 

[Skeith]

Jacob got out of bed, got dressed and made his way to the bath room, he looked at himself in the mirror, his wolf ears were showing and his tail but other than that the spell from last week still seemed to be holding up *Better not take any chances* Jacob began chanting and his ears and tail slow faded out of veiw. he brushed his teeth and made his way to the breakfast table, breakfast was on the table but Jacob didn't feel hungry, he sat down and drank some orange juice, he looked at the clock it said 8:30, Jacob sighed he had missed the bus

 

[Hyuu]

Tryt

“Wake up, Tray!” Tray? Ohhh. That must be my mother. The thought is faint to Tryt as weariness drags his thought process down. He isn’t usually called Tryt, his real name, he just finds that his nickname his mother insists upon to be… different. He doesn’t like it, not that he’s said anything. His father has no problem calling him Tryt and his father’s deep, commanding tone is far more recognizable than his mother’s; that’s what he blames it on.

“I heard you the first time, mom!” Tryt Sanada shouted in more of an informative than anything else, yawning lightly and throwing his beige colors aside after hearing an affirmative from his mother. Than, he proceeded to do his morning procedure, a dull process that was necessary- normal.

Tryt first ruffles his hazel hair in front of his bathroom mirror, looking at the tumbleweed tangles and simply deciding to leave it as it is. The trouble would well be worthless in his opinion. Than, he picks up the toothbrush, squirts the minty paste atop the bristles, and applies it to his teeth, keeping his appearance healthy and neat, like humans always demand. Otherwise, he’d be stared at until embarrassment ate him wholely. He followed this rule towards his clothing, picking out a green sweater he’d bought recently, a white undershirt, and dark shorts that matched the humid air outside, as usual. Minus the shoes, at this point, he’d be ready to attend to school or what other activity he had scheduled that day.

But still, he would be impossibly dull if his favorite friend didn’t visit him today. Mr. Gato, as Tryt had named him since he refused to give out his name to the boy, would often go through all the trouble of climbing up a tree to jump through Tryt’s window just to have a conversation with the boy. Of course, for an orange tabby cat, this probably wasn’t an entirely difficult feat. Still, Tryt smiled widely at the feline and offered his hand out to bait the cat near him. At first, the cautious cat simply swiped at his fingers, but it slowly began to treat it as a toy, continuously pawing it, being batted closer to Tryt. Eventually, the cat sat squarely on his lap, Tryt still humoring Mr. Gato by flicking his finger around in the air and allowing him to paw at it. Than, Tryt abruptly stopped and placed his palm against the kitten’s forehead firmly.

He concentrated, imagining words- his thoughts being eaten by heat, than Mr. Gato’s features also lightly being skimmed by the same heat. And miraculously, he did what he most enjoyed during his morning procedure just by simply imagining fire-burning things. He talked with the cat.

“Good morning, Mr. Gato.” A familiar heat rose among Mr. Gato’s forehead, causing the cat to flinch, but Tryt was sure he received the pleasant message.

“G-Good mour-morning.” The cat responded telepathically, a heat rising among Tryt’s forehead. The stuttering matched Mr. Gato’s alert feature, back straight and looking around. Tryt had only recently begun experimenting the extent of his telepathy and this had probably been the third time Tryt had even tried communicating to Mr. Gato. He was fairly new and developing the concept of his telepathy, keeping it a secret as he did from his parents and everyone else he knew. Currently, only Mr. Gato had talked to him purely by a Fire Channel, as he’d like to call it.

“TRAY! SCHOOL IS ABOUT TO START! GET YOUR DEIRRE OVER HERE!” At the booming voice of his mother’s, Mr. Gato quickly scurried off, out the window and down the tree.

“You’re smart. I’d have run if I could too.” Tray complimented through his Fire Channel.

“T-Thank y-“ Suddenly, the cat’s phrase cut off. “Out of range,” Tryt noted with a sigh. He’d long found out that there was a range to his telepathy, though so far, he didn’t know the distance of the range.

“TRAY!”

”I’m coming,” Tryt answered, standing up and opening the door. He looked at the window frowningly, wishing he could’ve tested his telepathy to a better extent. Oh well, tomorrow was another day.

Leon

Leon was an odd boy, up by the first break of day and by five, already well dressed in a tuxedo shirt and slacks. Than, for three hours, he’d be attending to stacking the already filed stacks of papers from his years in school, a very strict boy. He’d be laughed because of it, but Leon never really minded it and simply gave icy remarks in return. His mom thought it odd of the boy, but it just meant less worry lines for her. By six, he’d be out the door. By seven, he’d arrive at the school. Than, for an hour, he’d be cynically examining the building, writing down mistakes and giving the lists to the janitor when he opened the school. Occasionally, he’d be lucky and one teacher might come in early. Than, he’d be able to fix every second on every clock to just the right time.

Leon was an odd boy. And not just because he was half elf- most people didn’t even know that fact- but because he was so strict. Still, he was ready to tackle the day and be prepared for the whole week. To him, today wasn’t just another day. It was a time to prepare for tomorrow.

OOC: The white italic font will be his "Fire Channel" link. For Leon, his will be in a pale green color. Normal thoughts will be in italics.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

~Kat~

Right after I'd clambered onto the bus, the rain began to pour down in sheets, totally obliterating my view of the house. I watched it slide away as we headed towards school. I pulled a small blue brush out of my purse and slid it through my tangly red hair, until it was smooth and straight perfect.

"Hey Kitty!" A voice behind me yelled, poking me in the back of the head. I turned around, finding myself face to face with Patrick (a.k.a. Pat or Shrimpy), one of our three marching baritone players. My nickname in band was "kitty", since the assistant drum-major's name was Cat, they called me Kitty, for younger kat.

"Hey Shrimpy, what's up?" I asked, yawning, "Do you think they totally gave Williamsburg the benifit of the doubt or what? Their band sucked!" I growled from between my teeth, referring to last night's chapter championcihps, in which, our band, Pashland (pronounced Pashlind. not land. lind.) had come in second out of three. Williamsburg had won by a single point.

"I know," Shrimpy yawned, his black eyes squeezing shut for a moment. We pulled into school, 'Ready to run?" he asked, eyeing my black band jacket.
"Yep," I nodded. The bus pulled to a stop inbetween the C and D Wings in a bus slot. "Go," I yelled, leaping off the bus and running. Shrimpy was behind me, arms waving wildly. The blue nametag on my flute slapped the black case loudly, but you could barely hear it over the pounding rain. I arrived, wet, in the D Wing, Shrimpy panting about seven feet behind me.

"Wimp!" I yelled, panting on my own, "See you fifth period!" I turned and pushed up the stairs, through crowds of people. "Hey Cabbage," I said to saxaphone leader Sylvie Lowscavage. Her name was Cabbage, since her name sounded so much like it.

"Hey Kitty," she waved, then disappeared.

I deposited my wet crap in my locker, then turned around, finding myself face to face with Lizzie. Lizzie had short, layered red hair, vivid freckles and blue eyes. She didn't have a nickname, people couldn't realy think of one. Some people called her Floboe, but not usually.

"Hey Lizzie," I said, pulling myself up from where I"d been knealing and slamming my big red locker shut. "Wha-" I cut off, Lizzie was just about my height, putting my own shoulders at her shoulders. And I could see what was on her shoulders. A pair of small, thing wings, they looked like two black sticks, with little green pains of wings hanging down from that.

"Oh sh*t," she groaned, turnign around, "I'm in a play," she stuttered lamely trying to excuse the wings.

"It's okay," I said, then looked around lowering my voice, "I'm a fairy," I muttered.

Her thin red eyebrows raised, "Never would've pinned it on you," she muttered, "Half our section is magical you know," she said quietly, her wings disappearing as she said so, "Mom says that magic is drawn to flute. I dunno, I guess 'cuz it's pretty or something," she shrugged with a giggle. That was the great thing about Lizzie, always smiling, "So, when'd you find out. About," her voice lowered, "You know?"

"This mor-" I was cut off by the loudspeaker as a crackly New York accented voice came on. That's what you get for living in Eastern PA, "Good morning everyone. There will be no homeroom this morning. OH yes, and would the following students please report to Principals Jericho's office immediately after first period: Holly Decembre, Katalina Martinez, Jacob Darko, Rei Johnson, Catherine Dracona, Sylvester Neil, Briar Forest, Tray Sanada and- oh wait, that's it. Thank you,"

"Great," I muttered to Lizzie, "What'd I do now?"
"I dunno Kitty, but i've gotta go to English. By the way, I'm a Pixie. My power is telepathy, and somehow it gets automatically hooked up through our whole flute section. If you need anything, just think really hard, and I shoudl get the message," she muttered, shouldering her pink backpack. "Bye!"

I headed off to first period, pondering Lizzie's words and what I possibly could have done to get a trip to the principal's office.

 

[Literate]

[o.o School started? Darn. Silvester's still at home, sleeping...]

He sat up blearily for the second time in the morning. Usually, he'd wake up twice to check the time, since his clock is unable to make a noise such as an alarm. And the second time is usually the charm, since it recorded 7:15. Sylvester folded his sheets in a daze, nearly hitting the desktop on the way out to the bathroom. The short cold shower did nothing to wake him up. Washing his face and a quick brush of his teeth, he sleepily pulled on a white collared shirt and brown pants, and put on his white socks, tying his sneakers not quite as tight as usual. He ran a hand through his brown hair, looking into the mirror as he went. Just plain o' him, nothing more. Leaving his bedroom into the main room, he grabbed the keys of his apartment, and dragged his bag out the door, locking it, and walked down the halls, tucking the chain into his pocket.

School was rather near to his apartment, partly because he transfered there before he found a place to live in. So it was only several blocks down. He stared at everything as he strode down the street. Time passed quickly and soon he arrived at the school doors of the D Wing. The instant he stepped into the school building, he heard his name echo on the PA. It was strange; him and a group of other people. A conspiracy? He doubt it, but it would look good on paper. He promised himself he would include the idea into his works, before walking towards his locker and shoved his entire book bag into it. His eyes caught a flicker of red; most would dismiss it as a hallucination, but he was more cautious than the most. Well, it was on part of...

"Hey, Sylvester! Late again?" He felt a sharp pain as a hand hit him hard on his back. Timothy, he took karate in grade school, and of course, doesn't know his own strength. A cheerful smile was on his bright features, light brown eyes shining in delight, uncovered by his thin black hair, as the teen waved at his now awoken friend.

"Yeah," Sylvester replied, kicking the locker door closed. "So what did they say several minutes ago? I heard them say my name."

"You're wanted in the principal's room, along with a whole other strange people like yourself," he joked.

He only nodded in reply, and started towards the doors again, hands in his pockets. "See ya in 1st Period."

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No homeroom? No homeroom! Yippers! Hurray! It'd been a long time since they had no homeroom, Jasper thought happily, shuffling a deck of cards. They could do anything in the classrooms at this time. He laid five cards upside-down on the cold surface of the desk, whistling in his head a tune of pure joy. He flipped the first two cards over, an ace clubs, and an ace spades. That was a first.

"Talk about luck," the boy sitting in front of him said. "I'd never get high cards like that. How do you do it?"

Jasper only shrugged. "Hey, it's a first for me too. It'd mean something along the lines of power." He flipped the next card in line over. A jack diamond. "Well, again, I've never seen this card up before. Usually like destruction or something." A queen hearts. " A queen would usually mean a type of feeling, a heart is love, spades is devotion, clubs is hate, and diamond... is... well I forgot. Funny, usually, this would symbolize stuff that would more likely happen on Valentine's Day."

"You mean, like love? Crushes?" he asked.

"Nah, stuff like actually giving of gifts. Not crushes. You have any?"

"Nope."

The last card was flipped. A blank. Jasper only blinked. "I don't remember a card like this."

"So...do I owe you anything?"

"Yes," he gathered the five cards back into his deck. "Dollar for explain how this works. Cards are something like a fortune telling thing. But unless you know how to explain it, you can't have any sign about the futrre."

"Can you tell the future?"

"Nope. Only bits of it, if the cards are feeling like it. Otherwise it might be a joke. Like this one." He thought for a while, before reciting, "Ace clubs: strength; ace spades: root; jack diamond: theft; queens heart: feeling; blank: er, well blank. See, it doesn't go together at all. Though, I have no idea what the blank means."

[Unnoticed warning. Blank = erase. Figure everything else out. While Jasper's powers derives from illusions/halluecinations/mirages, he likes expanding his views. Hypnosis, he attempts, as well as fortune telling. But he only knows half of what is needed. So neh. He missed the warning.]

-Lit

 

[cdra1617]

Mizuryu~

Mizuryu had recovered from her... extreme shock and was downstairs listening to her mother and father make sense of things. Her dad was doing most of the talking as she shoved her cereal into her mouth ferociously.

"Mizi, your father is a dragon. He... he didn't tell me until after we were married, but he told me also that hybrid children were sacred to his kind... He'll be up in a minute, so let's wait on him."

When he entered, he had one helluva lot of explaining to do. "...So you've changed, huh? Well then... I guess you mom told you what I am. Well, I'm a Japanese Water Dragon, and I was sent to land as an emissary. Now I'm living here by my own choice. You are half dragon, and your transformation will probably be slower than it is for other species."

"Other species!?" Mizi said between bites. She was totally weirded out now, but all she could think about was it was about to rain.

"Yes, and they will probably sense your changes. Be wary of the evil ones... Now then, if you don't leave soon..." -- he stacked some random papers -- "Then you'll be very late for school, Mizuryu."

So Mizi jumped up and slung her backpack over her shoulder, bounding towards the door. "Oh, and guys..." she stoped for a second. "Is it going to rain today? I get this feeling that it is."

Her dad nodded. "Weather sensing. Rain especially. Normal for young dragons like yourself." He kissed his wife goodbye and waved Mizuryu off as she leapt into the car, not wanting to be late by any means.

~*~​

The ride was spent in silence, for Mizi had too much to think about. Magic was so foreign to her... except that weird rain thing. And it was raining, too. So she had some reason to feel that way...?

Mizuryu arrived and jumped out, giving her mom and short "bye" as she ran off, slamming the car door behind her. She didn't feel comfortable in the rain... like it was messing with her senses. So she ran, hoping it would go away.

She stood in the hallway for a moment by her locker as the loudspeaker went off. It called her name: Catherine Dracona. Must have been read off the role, so it wasn't anyone she knew. Dangit.

Mizi hadn't seen any of her friends this morning, but most of them had lockers on different parts of the campus. She never saw them until other periods started to roll around... so she had nothing in the world to do but run to the principal's office at top speed.

~*~​

Kazeryu~

After getting some doughnuts and Tanya, Kazeryu had driven to school uneventfully. No weather feelings -- that was the rain's fault -- and no special conversation. Just talking to her buddy as they listened to the radio and munched on a few glazed doughnuts. Kaze didn't have that much cash, but doughnuts were cheap.

They arrived at school and Kazeryu bid his friend farewell as she ran into the school. He HATED rain, but he had to go... d*mn. Kaz lifted his backpack over his head and ran, yelling like a monkey or something.

When he arrived in the hallway, he simple sat down on the brick wall by his locker. No reason to do anything; no homeroom today, anyway. He blew a little air through his hair -- not easy, but nice when it was drenched -- and leaned back. The wall was cold and hard, but better than a desk by a thousandfold or more.

"Kaz...? Are you asleep?" a girl's voice came.

"Eh...?" he looked up sleepily. Mornings, especially RAINY ones, were not his time of day. "Oh, hey Kiki." Kiki, a tall girl with hair more golden than Kaz's own... well, it did have silver streaks too, hovered over his head.

Just then, the intercom went off. It called for several people, including... "Hey Kaz, didn't that one girl have the same last name as you? Catherine Dracona or somethin'?"

Kazeryu made a snarling face. "Yeah, she did." He stood up. "Why the hell would anyone at this school have MY last name?" He was curious, and also slightly mad. That couldn't be anything good... no, not at all. She couldn't be related to him; he was an Air Dragon, after all, and his father had taken his mother's last name (weird, yes. True, that too.)... So there was no way.

"I don't get it either, Kaz, but there's no reason to be mad..." Kiki said with a small grin.

"Oh, but I'm not mad. Just wondering." he replied with a strange, confident smirk.

 

[Nirarekdan]

I sighed as I finally stepped into the shelter of the school. The rain had started about halfway through my walk, but I honestly didn't mind. A little train was nice now and then. I felt like I was about to shiver, then rolled my shoulders up into a sort of shrug, then shook for a mmoment, like how a dog or a cat does when it gets wet. It got some of the water off of me, but mostly it was to get my body warm again, though it didn't really need it- a habit now, I guess. I listened to the announcements quietly as I walked through the halls, changing my direction as I heard my name called.

As I walked towards the principals office, I briefly wondered what had gotten me called in. It was probably because of the incident in the cafeteria the other day...that stupid poltergeist would be hearing it from her, certainly. Then I started thinking about other things. On my walk, I'd been thinking about the new element that had been thrown into my life, and suddenly several pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It's nice to know that I'm really, really different, I thought quietly to myself. At least I wasn't completely insane. I felt someone bump into my shoulder, and I looked up to see who it was, then kept walking.

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Miguel glared after Rei, mumbling to himself and having to hold back an urge to freeze her. Rain made him feel depressed, and he got moody when he was depressed. Then, as he walked around and looked for a place to hang out until first period, he thought about her for a second. When she'd looked up at him, he'd gotten a really strange feeling...and he remembered that for a second it had looked like her eyes were black and her skin had been white as chalk. What the hell...? he thought, going to his first period and sitting in a desk in the far back of the room. He grinned as a school poltergeist entered the room, catching its eye and getting him to come over.

 

[Musical Mayhem]

I leaned my head down on my board, which had a half-colored drawing of a single red ballon, left over in a windy, stormy stadium, the red contrasting perfectly against the rocks. I was wiped. I rolled over, then sat down. 8:33... 8:34. The moment had come. The bell rang. I packed up my colored pencils and board, giving Miss LaDue, my teacher, my yellow hall pass, I swung my bag over my shoulder and headed from the A Wing all the way over to the office, through rows of red lockers.

Time to go already Kitty? Wow, that was fast first period. I'm on my way to Bio. I"ve got a test, but totally link me when you're done with your "meeting" 'kay? Lizzie's voice popped into my head, loudly, so loud I turned and looked for her.

Right, I'll tell you. i thought, trying to surpress my nerves as I headed for the office. I pushed open the door, and headed past the sign-in/out desk, past the bus pass station, to the last door in the hall. Principal Jericho, the door read. I gulped. What had I done?

I slid into the room, i was the first one there.

"Have a seat," she said pleasently, and checked my name off of her list, "We'll wait for the others to begin our talk," she said, as thoguh she were my friend, NOT the principal of my high-school, who almost no one ever saw, they always saw their vice principal. I gulped, this was going to take a while.

~Alli~

Alli laughed. Kitty was going to the principal's office now! Ha! She pondered weather or not to skip second period. Yep, she decided, she would. She headed towards the B Wing Women's room, and plopped herself on a toilet, making little balls of air and blasting them against the door. She noticed a "forum" scribbled in black ink on the red wall.

ChickenPox- Do you believe in magic?
FairyWings- yes, I do.
Floboe- Naturally, since I sort of do...

There was an empty space after that. Alli sighed. "Kitty" went under the codename of FairyWings in the bathroom "forums". Kitty was so popular, it pained Alli. She had always been shy, covering it up with seirousness. With the exception of a few seniors and juniors, Alli wasn't popular in the band. Cat, the other drum major was. That's why she had to get rid of her, then Kitty. Both "Cats" would take a fall. And that Lizzie girl. She was annoying.

Drumwind- Alli wrote, I'm going to use it to get rid of someone.
She wrote it confidently in silver sharpie marker. Those girls, were so dead.

 

[Nirarekdan]

I soon arrived at the door to the principal's office, and as soon as I saw the principal's name the old song, or rather a jazzed-up version of it that I'd heard, popped into my head and I tapped out the beat with my fingertips on my legs when I sat down inside. I looked over at the girl already there and nodded to her, giving her a friendly smile. For some reason part of me inside shuddered when I smiled, and I found myself half disgusted with the action. I also noticed the half indifference, half malicious glee that I felt just from being in the office itself- and then I saw Mr. Poltergeist come in the door- Perfect.

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Miguel snickered as he saw the poltergeist go into the pricipals office. Not only would there probably be some lovely pranks, but he'd find out about that group that had been called in.

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Don't you dare cause any trouble, I mouthed and thought at the poltergeist. I glared at him, and, as always, any anger I'd ever felt was automatically directed right at him- It left its impression, and I rolled my shoulders in annoyance as he sat comfortably and silently in a high corner of the room.

 

[cdra1617]

Mizuryu~

First period... ending. Mizi stood up as the Drawing Period came to an end and watched as that Kat... or Kitty... eh, whatever-her-name-was girl hand the teacher a hall pass. Was she called as well? Mizuryu never payed that much attention to full names; it was hard to even remember her own! I mean, why her mom did that... she'd never understand.

Mizi smiled as she dropped her pass on Mrs. LaDue's desk and bolted out the door, nervous but still happy to be leaving. Drawing was a preeeety dull class, no matter who you were.

Mizuryu followed after the other girl, sensing a strange vibe from her as well. Was this that magic sense thing she was told of...? Nah, couldn't be.

Just as she neared the principal's office, a familiar voice echoed from the bathroom door. "Mizooooooooo!"

Mizi turned around with a small utterance in a deadpan voice of: "Oh crap." just as she was tackled by a tall, muscular girl from who was in soccer with Mizi. "Get th' hell off me, Mallorie." Mizi said as she was squished in Mallorie's death hug.

"Oh, sorry Miz." Mallorie said, letting go and laughing. "Heard you were called to the principal's~" she said in a singsong, accusing voice. "What'd you do now, Miz?"

Mizuryu glared at her friend. "Nothing, Mal." she said, still pretty deadpan.

"Oh really?" Mal said, leaning forward in Mizi's face a little. Just then... eh, what were those?

"Uh... Mal. wtf." Yes, Mizi said "w. t. f.", not the actual words. Mallorie righted herself and pretended nothing happened.

"What Miz?" she whistled.

"Were those... two tails!?!" Mizuryu gawped. Mallorie was quiet. "I'd believe it, Mal. Tell me."

Mallorie muttered, "Nekomata..." and blushed.

"Hey, I'm a dragon. No worries." Mizi said with a shrug, continuing down the hall.

"Really! Oh wow." Mal smiled. "I'm not the only one~" Mizuryu shot her a "durr-you're-an-idiot" sort of glare as she waved goodbye and walked into Principal Jericho's office nervously. This was going to be... very interesting.

Mizuryu pulled into a chair next to Kat... um, yeah Kitty. She sat and begun to twiddle her thumbs as she waited for the principal to address her for whatever she had done to come here.

~*~​

Kazeryu~

Kazeryu had come out of first period and debated not doing anything for the rest of the day. But no, he didn't want to miss much. They may get suspicious of him if he missed too many times sporatically...

Kiki showed up in the halls with Tanya again. They were best friends, after all, and almost always seemed to stalk Kaz around the school. And at home, and at football games, and at the mall, and... yeah anywhere else.

"Guess what, Kaz?" Tanya said in her singsong, birdlike voice. It was her claim to fame and the reason she was in chorus. "You won't believe this."

"Oh? Try me." he said, looking down at his friend. She had pale blue eyes and short brown hair; an overall attractive girl. "Well? Spill it, Tanya."

"I found out something about that girl with your last name that was on the intercom. I think she's 'Cdra' on those d*mn wall forums." Tanya grinned. "Apparently, she's fifteen, a freshman, and a total smart*ss."

Kazeryu made a face at her. "Well... that's interesting." he said, half sarcastic. He honestly didn't care much, but... he was curious.

Was she a dragon also?

 

[Literate]

[Shoot. In my last post I spelt my own character's name wrong. ><;;;]

Okay, so it was actually a day where they were together in second period; Sylvester still wasn't used to the confusing schedule. Did he have Creative Writing or English? Sometimes, he'd walk into the wrong room. As such was today, so he ditched whatever class he had and headed towards the principal's office.

Or well tried to. Seems like Tim had an empty slot on that particular day at that particular hour. That guy had some seriously whacked out time-table.

Since after the wake-up call, he viewed his friend's outfit. Solid red shirt, patterned collared shirt over it. Long khaki pants. Something similar to Sylvester's clothes, only that he had the sense to not wear two thick fabrics on a particularily hot-er, cold day as today. Or something like that.

"Not going to English today? Bad, Sylv, bad," he scolded mockingly.

"Well, I don't feel like it; even if I've done my homework weeks ago," he replied, trying to walk down the hallway, to avoid being pestered by Timothy. But as usual, he just walked along with him.

"Can I copy, then?"

'I'm done anyways. Hiding stuff from Sylv is always easy.'

"Nope," he answered certainly. "You finished it the day after I did. Weeks ago."

"I was only joking, you know that?" Timothy retorted with a blank face on, unbelieving that Sylvester knew that he had already finished his homework.

"Of course," he replied, only shrugging and a second lasped, before he wondered why he was heading towards the principal's office. "Darn it, what the heck am I doing not in English?" he asked himself, before doubling back to his classroom. "I'm gonna get another late slip again."

Timothy only stared at him as he dashed away.

-

Jasper shuffled his decks of cards again, this time with no audiences watching him. Everyone else...they were studing for a test in Japanese, while he was just lounging, shuffling his empty deck of cards in his hands. All of them were blank; forces of the mystics filled it out with symbols. Actually, he had just reinforced some mirrors on them that they can only be seen when light is directly upon them, but no one needs to know that.

He was well proficient in Japanese and Chinese, so he needn't worry about studying for test. In truth, he studies them at home, which was why he got placed in Honors class for them. But...school can only interest him for so long. Which is why he likes shuffling his cards at random times. And also why the second half of the day is fulled with applied courses.

-Lit

 

[Musical Mayhem]

OOC: Why won't anyone post for the love of God?!
BIC:

~Kat~

I sat on the chair uncomfortabley, watching as Catherine-er Mizi, I think she liked to be called, sat down next to me. I shuffled a bit. She was probably uncomfortable too. Principal Jericho was sitting at her desk, as though she hadn't noticed our uncomfort. A moment later, a girl, I think her name was Rei, followed by... some sort of presence. I felt my magically hidden antenna prick up instinctually, searching for it. Jericho looked up, gave a small half smile, then went back to scribbling on her pad of paper. I wondered what she was doing.

Suddenly, Principal Jericho's head raised up.

"Why must teenagers be so stubborn?" she asked, getting up and leaving the room. The door closed with a bang. The moment it did, a few bams echoed from above us. I looked up, but couldn't see anything. Besides the water balloon that landed in my face five seconds later. Nice. I squealed, then dove under a desk for cover from the raining water balloons.

OOC: for lack of antyhing better, since I can't do anything until everyone posts, I made the poltergeist throw water balloons at us. *shrugs* if that's a problem, I'll edi tit out. OH yeah, and Jericho went after Sylvester.

 

[Nirarekdan]

I blinked in shock as a water balloon hit me in the head, tensing in an almost comical position of shock, then I turned my head and glared murderously at the poltergeist. All sorts of wonderful (and by wonderful I mean ansolutely horrible) things to do to that mischeivous, no-good, rotten apparition went through my sopping head. I slowly raised my hand, pointing a finger at him and shaking more in embarrassment than from the water. Another water balloon promptly did the same to me as it had to that girl Kat. Giving up and laughing, I quickly joined the girl behind the cover of the desk, probably looking insane as I shouted at [what probably looked like] nothing to stop.