Icarian Dreams

"Ah, then you'll surely love the academy's library!" Victor exclaimed, with a spark in his eye, not even noticing that he'd spilled some coffee while gesticulating. "It's quite extensive, I believe it was here even before this building became a school." He took a sip from his own cup. The proportions were a bit off, but it didn't bother him. It was the caffeine that he needed. He listened to Stark's question. Not every day was a student so attentive to his rambling. But then, not a lot of students liked to read either. "I've been working here for..." He looked away for a moment, counting in his mind. "I think this year will be the sixth." He took another quick sip. "What about you, Stark? What brings you to Ironclaw High?"

Name: Anpu Seshet Age: 147 (22 in dog years) Position: 3rd Year Student, Librarian's Assistant Sex: Female Race: Anubis Personality: Calm, organized, knowledge-seeking, and fiercely protective of the library and anything within. Powers: 1) Spirit Realm perception 2) Preservation from decay 3) Guardianship (becomes stronger and more resilient in her realm - in this case, the library) Coming from a race originating from an ancient civilization, Anpu is still rather young in comparison to her species. From the very first year, she became enamored by the vast library the academy has, leading to her applying to become an assistant to the librarian. Since then, she's made the library her realm, making sure that you return these books in the same condition as you took them! And no food in the library!

"Victor Marlowe, pleased to meet you, Stark. Been teaching history here for around four years now. I think that answers your question," Victor answered, trying his best to hide a large grin that was forcing itself onto his face. He already liked the lad. People like him were the reason why this school was so lively. With a slight smile, Victor continued. "We believe coffee originated from Yemen, from around 15th century. It has quite an interesting history, I think I have a book on that somewhere." His mind drifted away for a moment, trying to recall where he left his collection of literature. He'd have to ask Sue, she always knew where everything was in this school.

Noticing Isegol's reaction to the surrounding smells, Victor took a whiff of his own. The smell of the cigarettes wasn't anything new to him, as he had been fighting the addiction himself a few years back, "Zadria smoking again?" Victor sighed. "I told her to quit it last year. Demons will be demons I guess." He took a look towards the source of the smell. It seemed that a small group was starting to gather around. The smoke soon disappeared, as Toshimura managed to defuse the situation. On Isegol's last comment, the werewolf's eyes lit up. "We have a coffee table?" His tone was one of surprise and almost excitement. A wide grin appeared on his face. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me then." He set his glass on the table, while simultaneously energetically rising himself from his seat. Upon giving Isegol a short nod, he stormed towards the other table. Aside from a single wolf monster delighting in the wonders of caffeine, it seemed pretty desolate, as most of the students, unsurprisingly, tended towards drinks of rather different nature. He couldn't really blame them. He still vastly remembered his own school days. Victor positioned himself next to the wolf hybrid @CloudedMoonBeam, and started to prepare his own cup of the liquid energy. He inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of the brew. "Ah, coffee. Did you know that humans have known it for only around 600 years? I can barely live without it." He addressed the wolf boy, focusing deeply on the cup in front of him.

Victor looked visibly flustered, reminded about Isegol's preferences. "Shit. Right. Sorry." Of course he doesn't eat meat. Ugh, What am I thinking. He silently chastised himself. The sleepless night was starting to show itself. As he was about to bite into the chunk of meat himself, a tentacle swooped and snatched it straight from his hands. He glowered at the ravenous monster, took a long look at the quickly-emptying table, and stretched back in his seat, sighing deeply, before focusing back on the conversation. "What about demons and angels?" He chuckled, observing the flirtations between Veronica and her celestial conversant. "They both could learn something from each other. Although I'm afraid our dear headmistress is quite unreformable." He smiled, grabbed a bottle of whatever liquor was nearby, and poured himself a glass. "Well, you've always had a nose for people, Isegol. How long do you give them to end up in a bed together?" He gestured with his head towards the demon and the angel.

Being able to fill his stomach with all goods this hall had to offer did raise Victor's spirit. He's eaten his share of meats and... well, it was almost only meats. He hated to fall into stereotypes, but his tastes did change after the transformation. At least he didn't enjoy the raw stuff yet. In any case, after satisfying his palette, he allowed his other senses to take over, trying to encompass how everyone else was enjoying the party. His nose did pick some... unexpected smells coming from the group of students surrounding Lyncus, but knowing the cat's interests, he wasn't too surprised. For a while his eyes followed Veronica's endeavors, before being interrupted by the sight of Isogel making his way over. He let a bitter smile out at the werewolf's comment. "Just the usual. Woke up on my doorstep with fur between my teeth." He pulled Isogel a chair, inviting him to sit. "Talking about sheep, you really ought to try the lamb chops," he said, brightening up a bit, "they really outdid themselves this time." His eyes followed Isogel's, scanning the room alongside him. His gaze once again encountered the headmistress, this time flirting with poor Azalin. He sighed. "I swear, they'll shut us down one day because of her. You saw that poor kid she traumatized just moments ago? Boy didn't know if he should be scared or aroused."

Victor Marlowe was having a bad day. Just last night a transformation kicked in, so instead of getting his well deserved sleep, he had to roam around the countryside, chasing a herd of some blissfully innocent deer... Hopefully, they were deer. In the end, he almost overslept the opening ceremony, didn't get to drink his morning coffee, and had to learn to tie his tie while running to the academy. He was tired, hungry, and annoyed, especially so at the fact that now he had to stand here, smile, and gently nod to all his respectable colleagues, instead of sinking his teeth into one of these roasted geese that so teasingly decorated the tables. Well, hopefully Veronica would be scarce with her speech. One look at the sheer length of the headmistress' manuscript made him realize otherwise. He felt weak at his knees. The following minutes dragged on like painful hours, as Victor tried to stay professional and not roll his eyes at all the sweet praise spilling out of Veronica's lips. His eyes sought out Isogel @Arknight, the other lycanthrope in the Academy's staff. He wondered if the consultant, too, suffered from their affliction last night. It was hard to read anything from the man's serious face. He intended to seek him out later, after Veronica would have finished her glorious oration. Speaking with the older werewolf was always quite relaxing. He was one of the few people here who firsthand knew both of the worlds. Just when Victor was starting to get self-conscious about the fact that he likely buttoned his shirt up incorrectly, his tie was a bit too loose, and that he wasn't sure whether he should have dressed in a white shirt alongside a gray suit, it seemed that the headmistress' monologue was coming to an end. He sighed with relief. His body was begging him to find a seat somewhere remote, get a plateful of various foods, and maybe even sneak out a bit earlier than usual to try and make up for the restless night. Well, for now, he made steps towards the first two of his goals. He would not leave the hall with an empty stomach.

Thank you! I wish you'd bring Erona again sometimes :^ What about scenes outside of dorm rooms? Empty classes, janitor's closets, and so on? I'm all for keeping these in side stories, but they wouldn't really fit "dorms" per se.

I found my Anubis girl to be a perfect fit for a librarian if you don't mind ^^

I think it'd be fine to have an entrance ceremony in the assembly hall, it'd feel weird to just have people coming back to the event if they want a new character. Also, we need staff positions for a nurse and librarian.

Racist Potato.

Are we that twisted?

Wouldn't that be a twist?

Wasn't that Alexander Hamilton?

Horny Jenny.

Don't we always need your B U T T?

Dead dads.

I am sure we can do it, son! All you have to do is make sure your sister goes inside the oven. It's not racism if you (blank). That's what the (blank) would want you to (blank)!

Did you really just assume I have one?