"Sure, no problem," Rochelle said with a smile. "And hey, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." She put a hand on Lillith's shoulder. "You're all right. Everything's fine."
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"Hey, we've all done things we're not proud of. Don't worry, I won't repeat anything said here to anyone not already "in the know.""
"Thanks..." She looked back up to face them, a little smile crept upon her face, replacing her usually guilt-ridden demeanour. She was glad that at least two people would be keeping her secret. A problem shared is a problem halved, after all.
"...We should still get to that assembly. We might be able to get there on time if we set off now."
"...We should still get to that assembly. We might be able to get there on time if we set off now."
"Yeah sure." Dillon said brightly, glad that the situation was cleared up. He went to open the door and the three of them proceeded out into the hallway. He looked up and down the corridor for a second, before realising that he had no idea where they were going. "Um............where was it that we were meant to go, again?"
"Sure, but you're gonna have to lead the way. I have absolutely no idea where we are now, much less how to get to the meeting hall. So, Lillith, was it? I don't mean to be rude, but what exactly are you?" Sven asked as he followed the snake-woman.
Alex opened his eyes. He was sitting in the back of a hall. It took him a moment to realise it was an assembly hall. There were people filling into seats in the rows in front of him. He looked down at his shirt and noticed the hole burnt through it by Charles. He buttoned up his jacket to cover it and relaxed. 'It was only a mild electric charge. Nothing to worry about.'
"Everyone always asks that question," she chuckled, motioning for them to start walking. "I'm a Lamia. As you might have guessed it's a race of snake-human hybrids. Mostly no-one's ever heard of us because we tend to be... less than friendly... with others... Along with being centralised in Western Europe, I can't expect any of you to know unless you were real bookworms..."
It was too much to say that her race was murderous succubi, but this explanation was far closer to the truth than her last.
She was going to say 'We're a bit like vampires' but quickly remembered her present company. Neither angel nor werewolf would like her comparing herself to a vampire.
As they walked (or in Lillith's case, slithered) out into the school's grounds they could see the meeting hall, with literally hundreds of other students entering the grand front doors. Strangely, the hall didn't really seem to be as big as she had imagined it would have to be.
It was too much to say that her race was murderous succubi, but this explanation was far closer to the truth than her last.
She was going to say 'We're a bit like vampires' but quickly remembered her present company. Neither angel nor werewolf would like her comparing herself to a vampire.
As they walked (or in Lillith's case, slithered) out into the school's grounds they could see the meeting hall, with literally hundreds of other students entering the grand front doors. Strangely, the hall didn't really seem to be as big as she had imagined it would have to be.
Sven looked at the massive amounts of people filing into the meeting hall and thought, Well, finding a seat is going to be fun. As he shuffled closer to the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder and a familiar voice chuckle and say with a little bit of joking menace, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the new guy."
Sven removed the hand and sighed, "Hello, Mark. Have fun with Dr. Richards?"
"Always do," Mark said as he moved to where Sven could directly see him, seeming completely oblivious to Sven's other companions.
Sven removed the hand and sighed, "Hello, Mark. Have fun with Dr. Richards?"
"Always do," Mark said as he moved to where Sven could directly see him, seeming completely oblivious to Sven's other companions.
?The meeting hall, not exactly sure where that is though,? Carolina said sheepishly, ?but I bet if we just follow everyone else we?ll find it.? With that, the three of them set off to the meeting hall. When they got there, students were milling around and talking amongst themselves, meeting up with old friends and discussing the cancellation of classes. ?Guess we just find seats now,? she said, feeling out of place in all the commotion. She looked around as she stood, hoping to find other people she might know to sit with, or the others did.
Sorry if this seems like character control, I just thought it would be better if we got to the meeting hall faster then just moseying around. If there?s a problem though, I don?t mind going back and changing the post. 
Sven responded to Rochelle, "Not very well. All I really know about him is he's seeing my shrink and he's expecting me at lunch today to meet some friends of his, who I can only assume are also werewolves."
Mark chuckled and said, "Damn straight. You didn't think there'd only be one or two of us, didja?"
Sven answered, "Truthfully, I'm half-surprised I haven't run into more. So, are we still on for lunch?"
"Who said we were off? See ya later, then." With that, Mark walked up the stairs to the highest seats in the meeting hall.
Mark chuckled and said, "Damn straight. You didn't think there'd only be one or two of us, didja?"
Sven answered, "Truthfully, I'm half-surprised I haven't run into more. So, are we still on for lunch?"
"Who said we were off? See ya later, then." With that, Mark walked up the stairs to the highest seats in the meeting hall.
"We'd best find seats soon," Rochelle said, looking around the hall, which was starting to fill up. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked up at Sven. "See any spare?"
Sven spotted a group of seats close to the right-hand wall, halfway up the stairs. "Yeah, I see something," he told Rochelle as he made his way towards the seats as quickly as he could before someone else could claim them.
Rochelle grabbed Lillith's hand and hurried after Sven, eager not to be separated from her friend and thus be forced to sit with strangers.
Ah shit. More stairs. It's never a gentle slope, is it? Lillith hardly had time to complain though, quickly being dragged along by Rochelle until they reached the seats and quickly sat down. Sven laughed at another small group which had just missed the seats.
Now, these were good seats. Comfortable, evenly spaced. The positioning made them close enough to hear, but far enough to be an indistinguishable blur to the person at the front. And they gave Lilli that nice feeling that she always got when her scales brushed against fabrics. Perfect. She wrapped her tail around the seat and relaxed.
Happy with the seats, Lillith started looking around. The entire room emanated an overwhelming sense of 'bigness' about it. This room felt like it didn't fit into the building, and yet here it was, being in the building. She was always a bit fascinated by the effects of magic.
She snapped back to reality when the lights started to dim, save for a few at the very front of the hall that illuminated a small stage. Wow... It's almost like a theatre back home...
Now, these were good seats. Comfortable, evenly spaced. The positioning made them close enough to hear, but far enough to be an indistinguishable blur to the person at the front. And they gave Lilli that nice feeling that she always got when her scales brushed against fabrics. Perfect. She wrapped her tail around the seat and relaxed.
Happy with the seats, Lillith started looking around. The entire room emanated an overwhelming sense of 'bigness' about it. This room felt like it didn't fit into the building, and yet here it was, being in the building. She was always a bit fascinated by the effects of magic.
She snapped back to reality when the lights started to dim, save for a few at the very front of the hall that illuminated a small stage. Wow... It's almost like a theatre back home...
Would post more, but have to run right now.
Someone in the assembly make a long post describing that a big social event will be taking place near the lake, or in some magic room that leads to a large empty piece of grassland, or wherever the hell you can think of. Ta!
Someone in the assembly make a long post describing that a big social event will be taking place near the lake, or in some magic room that leads to a large empty piece of grassland, or wherever the hell you can think of. Ta!
A small figure, completely covered in a white cloak, with a white hood and white, grinning drama mask over it's face, enters the spotlight in complete silence. Quite literally, in fact. Now that you think about it, you don't think you can hear any steps... Or the rustling of the cloak against the floor, for the matter. The figure stands behind the podium for a short moment, then understands how comically short it is relatively. Perheps giving up the attempt, the small being in white just sits down on the edge of the stage, waving his probably nonexistant legs in the air, and the spotlight slowly and somewhat reluctently moves in accordance.
A voice like fear and joy echoes through the hall, apperantly not emanating from any specific point. It's like the air itself is speaking.
"Hey. How's going? Oneirius here. Wellcome et cetera. New students, before you say anything, yes, I am not actually here. Beings of my power often find it quite tiresome to appear in the flesh in this world, so I am going to speak to you now through George, my ever so useful Avatar."
The white figure waves it's hand at you as if saying a silent hello. It's mask is still locked in that theatrical grin.
Somehow, it's really, really disturbing.
"So... Let's get to buisness, shall we? School headmaster stuff. I really don't want to bore you but, you see, I don't get payed to metaphorically stand here and look metaphorically pretty, am I not?..."
A voice like fear and joy echoes through the hall, apperantly not emanating from any specific point. It's like the air itself is speaking.
"Hey. How's going? Oneirius here. Wellcome et cetera. New students, before you say anything, yes, I am not actually here. Beings of my power often find it quite tiresome to appear in the flesh in this world, so I am going to speak to you now through George, my ever so useful Avatar."
The white figure waves it's hand at you as if saying a silent hello. It's mask is still locked in that theatrical grin.
Somehow, it's really, really disturbing.
"So... Let's get to buisness, shall we? School headmaster stuff. I really don't want to bore you but, you see, I don't get payed to metaphorically stand here and look metaphorically pretty, am I not?..."
Feel free to fill in the contents of the speech, or parts of them. Once all of you are done, I will finish it.
Oh, joy. You know this is going to be fun when the speaker himself decides he'd rather be somewhere else. Sven wasn't feeling tired enough to nap through the presentation, but figured he wouldn't be able to pay attention for the entire thing. Instead, he spent the first few minutes (where the headmaster introduced his "people to know," aka his immediate subordinates) half paying attention, half daydreaming about Rachel. I just hope she's doing OK.
Max lay on the ground in the assmebly, occasionaly nodding off during large portions of the speech. He had planted the seeds in the pots and the plant should come full flower by this time tomorrow. Still, he hadn't had a toke since the night before and he sat in silent agony, every part of his body aching. He spotted Carolina and the others a few seats away, but he was in no mood for socialisation. His black eyess shone furiously at the overall brightness of the room and he buried his head in his palm.
Looking up out the window, despite his agony, he saw her again. That beautiful girl. Her hair was flowing gracefully in the slight breeze, her eyes shining a brilliant onyx colour. She giggled again and held her hand out, beckoning for him to come closer. Hypnotised, he began trotting over, when a harsh whisper came from the side.
"Stay in your place centaur!". The voice belonged to a rather stout, and by the looks of it, rather drunk dwarf, his red nose glistening with sweat.
Max looked back and saw the girl had gone. Deflated, he made his way over to the group and collapsed next to them.
"How boring is this ey?" he said, to no one in particular. His voice sounded weak, a pale imitation of his usual jovial tone.
Looking up out the window, despite his agony, he saw her again. That beautiful girl. Her hair was flowing gracefully in the slight breeze, her eyes shining a brilliant onyx colour. She giggled again and held her hand out, beckoning for him to come closer. Hypnotised, he began trotting over, when a harsh whisper came from the side.
"Stay in your place centaur!". The voice belonged to a rather stout, and by the looks of it, rather drunk dwarf, his red nose glistening with sweat.
Max looked back and saw the girl had gone. Deflated, he made his way over to the group and collapsed next to them.
"How boring is this ey?" he said, to no one in particular. His voice sounded weak, a pale imitation of his usual jovial tone.
Nathan looked around the assembly as the headmaster went on about the school, the students, etc.
That person was not here.
Quietly as he could, he climbed over the back of the bleachers and dropped to the ground, making his way to the gym doors, exiting quickly and quietly.
That person was not here.
Quietly as he could, he climbed over the back of the bleachers and dropped to the ground, making his way to the gym doors, exiting quickly and quietly.