[IMG align=left]http://i.imgur.com/br6Nl3T.png[/IMG] Cerulean skies painted the outdoor canvas, decorated in billowing clouds. Shades of green and off shades of bark sculpted trees. The clamour of voices harmonized with the musical choir of songbirds fluting their afternoon symphony. All of which remained outdoors. The halls of this building eventually subdued its own noise as students and staff members alike sauntered off to their classrooms or home for the day.

Silence would linger between the duo, finally through the persistence and refusal to speak of qualms that had lingered around the woman once upon a time. Why the tiger was so eager to discuss such matters was beyond her. Because of the events, it had led her here to this campus. Morgäna didn't mind the quiet dark space. Despite the fact that she would be starting her classes the following day instead of today – it didn't bother her. She was a new student after all. Envy lantern filtered a dim light, pale white flame dancing shamelessly upon its candle wax stage. Alabaster eyes would move to her pyrite lantern, pale fingers would slowly trail and move across the rim of its metal. Small frown would tug at pale lips with envious sigh to escape them as she coveted her lantern and its flawless structure. Lost in thought, she didn't quite catch the sound of the flapping of wings and the creaking of the window which had been left open as it swung open even further. Tiger companion would stand upon alert as the hairs on his back would stand. Lowly growl would rumble from his chest like the sound of thunder of an on coming storm. Angelical lyrics hummed upon the mentioning of class being over with. Morgäna would simply roll her eyes, never settling them upon the host with a shake of her head. “I am not daft.” she would then shoot a cold glower to the girl, eyes narrowing to scrutinize.

She couldn't help but wonder what the girl was thinking to be entering from the window – let alone flying in open view? What if a human had taken notice? However, from this angle she couldn't recall any form of concealment either. Without bothering to mention, Morgäna would continue about minding her own. Such leisure would be short lived as another poked their head into the what use to be, empty classroom. Now resided three individuals and a sizable white tiger who appeared to be nothing more than a deceptive house cat to the human eye. Potentially intruding, but it hadn't quite phase the shifter. It was the bag of bones who'd entered the crowd just as she had left the bantering commotion. Had he followed her here? That was discomforting if it were the case. She would pull back muted plum hairs from her face to behind her ear in nonchalant motion. "What do you want?"

[im back everyone!]

Nalta was interested by his first student, but she was gone before he could say a word. He turned to Raia, "If you don't mind, I'd like to accompany you. Could be a good way to learn the campus a little." He suggested. If she said no to him, he would probably follow her anyway. She had to know something. That, or he would follow his student. As he spoke he took out the Aegis from under his shirt, displaying it on his chest as he searched for a reaction in the fellow swordsman. If she knew anything at all, he would glean it from her even if it took fighting her.

Nunque held firmly to Amuné, walking as if nothing had happened as they went toward another building.

[ I'm going to ease back in, sorry for the short post!]

Sheffield Hall

Raia nodded at Nalta's request. She wanted to find out what the whole deal was with him being a co-professor, anyhow. When he drew attention to his necklace, it took but a moment for the woman to place it. The Aegis was legendary -- there were even myths from ancient Greece. Her reaction wasn't extreme, as Raia's emotions tended to be reserved, but she raised an eyebrow and there was definitely interest on her face.

A quick stop at Dr. Thomas's office to drop off the man with dreadlocks came first, but once she had him out of her hair she headed for her office. She kept the room neatly organized, from the orderly bookcases to the papers on her desk. Personal touches were added in the way of small statues, most on the older side, and a couple framed photos. "Please, sit down." Raia waved her hand at one of the chairs intended for visitors as she slid behind her desk.

ESH

Once Amuné reached Jareth's room with the two young men and shut and locked the door behind her, she rubbed her forehead.  Her friend scrambled to clear a half-built something -- it looked like it might be some sort of robot -- off the floor, and cleared the tools off one of his chairs.  "Have a seat Sam," Jareth said, turning the chair so it faced the bed before going to his wardrobe and pulling out a sweatshirt that held no particular value to him.  "And Amuné's right, you should change your shirt.  Here, you can use this."  He held the garment out to his strange guest as Amuné settled herself on the bed.

"His name isn't actually Sam," she said, watching the man closely.  "You know my name, and my friend here is Jareth.  So who are you -- and why were you trying to find me?"

"I didn't find you. You found me." Nunque said as he peeled off his jacket and put the new garment on, "to answer your question, you already know who I am, you just haven't seen it yet." He added, "for a seeress, you don't see very much." He observed as if completely intrigued by the notion. He looked around the room, taking in the details of an engineer's abode with a wondrous smile. His Amber eyes glinted with glass-like luster as his unnaturally wide smile almost reached his ears, exposing almost all of his teeth (except the few that he had ripped out during previous fits). He spoke again as he studied the room.

"I am called Nunque, it's demon-speak for star. I am... Corrupted." He pushed his hair away from his left eye, showing the blackness tainting the outer portions of the eyeball. He let the hair fall back down as he guffawed at himself, falling to the ground with the sickening crack of one's skull impacting the floor. When he got up into a sitting position, there was a small blood spatter where he had fallen, but he hadn't noticed the injury in the slightest. He pointed at Amuné, asking a question.

"Do you know your father? Your true father?"

Nalta accepted the seat, gracefully resting himself on it without a sound except the seemingly autonomous bell-like ring of the aegis.

"So how does this work exactly?" He asked, " I've never been a co-professor before, and I'm not about to be a nuisance to you." He asked, still allowing his sacred item to lay on his chest. "I've taught at a couple schools like this one in Germany and Russia, but those were more... Secretive than this one." He added. He didn't add that they had also yielded no answers to his questions.

"I didn't find you. You found me." Nunque said as he peeled off his jacket and put the new garment on, "to answer your question, you already know who I am, you just haven't seen it yet." He added, "for a seeress, you don't see very much." He observed as if completely intrigued by the notion. He looked around the room, taking in the details of an engineer's abode with a wondrous smile. His Amber eyes glinted with glass-like luster as his unnaturally wide smile almost reached his ears, exposing almost all of his teeth (except the few that he had ripped out during previous fits). He spoke again as he studied the room.

"I am called Nunque, it's demon-speak for star. I am... Corrupted." He pushed his hair away from his left eye, showing the blackness tainting the outer portions of the eyeball. He let the hair fall back down as he guffawed at himself, falling to the ground with the sickening crack of one's skull impacting the floor. When he got up into a sitting position, there was a small blood spatter where he had fallen, but he hadn't noticed the injury in the slightest. He pointed at Amuné, asking a question.

"Do you know your father? Your true father?"

Nalta accepted the seat, gracefully resting himself on it without a sound except the seemingly autonomous bell-like ring of the aegis.

"So how does this work exactly?" He asked, " I've never been a co-professor before, and I'm not about to be a nuisance to you." He asked, still allowing his sacred item to lay on his chest. "I've taught at a couple schools like this one in Germany and Russia, but those were more... Secretive than this one." He added. He didn't add that they had also yielded no answers to his questions.

Jareth's room, ESH

"You were calling me. Searching. That's how I found you -- I felt it." She let the remark about her Sight pass without comment. Her ability was as much a curse as a gift, and not all things she saw in her visions were true. The markings on Nunque's eye were strange, but the woman had encountered stranger. She didn't know what he meant by corrupted. At his question, Amuné pursed her lips in a thin line. She was not fond of recalling her early childhood. "I did, yes. He died years ago, however." He didn't seem bothered by how hard his head had hit Jareth's carpet, so she let that go, and waved her friend silent when he opened his mouth to say something about it. "Why do you ask?"

Jareth settled next to her on the bed, resting a hand briefly on her shoulder. For all that the pair had been friends for years, he only had a vague picture of what Amuné had been through before she and her adopted parents had moved in down the block from him, and none of it seemed positive.

Raia's office, Sheffield Hall

"I rarely share a class with another teacher," Raia replied.  "I teach a combination of history and anthropology classes for the regular college, and a course in magic anthropology for the boarding academy.  Are you familiar with the subjects?  If you are, we could work out a joint lesson plan, I suppose.  What do you normally teach?"  She folded her hands neatly on her desk.  "I'm willing to listen if you have a proposal."

Raia's Office, Sheffield Hall

"Well," Nalta began "my first teaching job was more of a training class. I taught special people to use their gifts. My second job was much like yours. I taught an out-of-the-book English class by day and a Vampiric History class by night." He told her. There was a touch of smeared truth in his words, but he wasn't lying to her. "I guess I'd have to observe one of your classes before I could accurately answer your question." He added.

He let a pause hang in the air for a moment, then came forward with a camouflaged version of his true intent. "I'd like to know if your reaction to my pendant was interest or familiarity. I don't usually run into people who know anything about such ancient treasures." He said, a peaked interest in his tone. This was where he would begin to peel back her walls and get answers. If he ever had a lead this was it. Finally.

Jareth's room, ESH

Nunque gazed at Amuné for a moment with enthusiasm on his face. After a long pause he answered her question with an answer she probably wouldn't like. "No reason." He said with a short, childish tone and a shrug. He laughed with innocence that he truly believed he had, and stood up. He peeled off the sweat shirt he had been given, and began to rummage through the wardrobe. He was looking for anything he could wear that might have a star or stars on it, but had little luck with his endeavor. Finally he decided to make one. With his chiseled body exposed, he placed a grey zip-up hoodie that he had found on the floor. Once he had it perfectly even across the floor with no creases or bumps, he scoured the room for a marker. Settling on a pain pen he drew the best (not very good) star he could on it big enough to cover the whole chest. His almost literally ear to ear smile was as wide as ever as he put the garment on and began to fast-walk in circles to air-dry it.

"I'm hungry. Where do we get food, big sister?" He asked.

[bear with me, Nunque had needs?]

Raia's office, Sheffield Hall

"You are welcome to observe tomorrow, if that is what you'd prefer." Nalta's question brought her attention from planning back to him, and Raia gave him a slight smile. "Some of both, actually," she replied. She gestured around the room. "I'm sure you've noticed, but history is where my interest lies. So of course I recognize the symbol, and am familiar with the lore -- and even a few more recent rumors." The woman's brows drew together as she used her sense of magic to give the Aegis a cursory examination, and she leaned forward. "What I'm sensing -- that's not the geniune article, is it?"

Jareth's room, ESH

Amuné gave an exasperated sigh at Nunque's non-answer, and shook her head.  Jareth was more concerned by the man suddenly deciding to go digging through his wardrobe.  "H-hey!  What are you doing?  I gave you a perfectly good sweatshirt, why are you -- hey!"  The young man tried unsuccessfully to wrestle the sharpie away from Nunque, and glowered as the man vandalized the hoodie on the floor.  "Honestly, that's not okay!  You don't get to redecorate my clothing like that!"
"He's right, you're not being a very considerate guest," Amuné said, but she let the issue go with that.  Nunque seemed a bit unhinged, and perhaps a bit simple.  "Jareth, why don't you go make a pack of the chicken yakisoba?"  Her friend grumbled but grabbed an orange container from a corner and left the room.  "You still haven't told me why you were looking for me," she added.

ooc: I'm a bit stuck - not entirely sure what I should do. OTL It's been a little over a week since I last posted waiting on the others to respond ;o;

ooc/ I'm backing out of this rp, I'm not really feeling it. I'm feeling kind of blah trying to write right now. Hope you guys have fun! :)

bic/ Mel was trailing too far behind to hear what the professors were talking about and lost interest. Her stomach was beginning to rumble and her curiosity over these strange people was waning. She had a feeling if she attended classes she'd see them around. Losing her speed she wandered off to find a good burger.

"No, it's not." Nalta replied with a light scoff, "This is a containment charm put in place by the ancients. All have to do is channel my magic into it the right way and poof, ultimate defense." He didn't mention that it took a huge amount of magic and usually left him unconscious after use, but he certainly used his tone and body language to show he wasn't about to demonstrate. "What tumors have you heard?" He asked with just a tiny bit more eagerness than he intended. He needed to keep his cool, so he looked around the room for a coffee pot or tea kettle. "And do you have any thing hot to drink?" He added, hoping to seem nonchalant.

"Easy," Nunque began his answer, " I was looking for you because I couldn't find you. Never thought you'd find me."

He stopped suddenly his enraged face only breaths away from Amuné as he lifted her by her shirt with one hand. With snarling fury he growled, "I am not your guest." Sharply in her face. He then set her down and returned to his childish behavior of briskly walking in circles and fanning his star with enthusiasm.

"You and I share a similar origin, not in blood, but in soul and magic." He continued as if his temporary fit of anger hadn't happened at all. "We're kinda like 'soul mates', but I don't want to kiss you or any of that stuff so don't get any ideas."

Once again his expression and body language changed. This time it wasn't directed at Amuné, rather something else. "We must find our father and crush him. He did this to us. It was him." He whispered through clenched teeth. His muscles were beginning to pulsate when he snapped out of it and dropped down, wrapping his arms around his legs. "I'm all alone. It's just me. Just Nunque and no one else." He said, "No, /she's/ here. It's better now." He replied, "You don't even know that for sure!" He retorted, "I have to take a chance. She's the only one who makes it stop." He insisted... To himself. His whispering to himself continued with no apparent end.

[understandable :) see you around!] [i would just skip them. I'm sure that we are about to take this foreward. I plan to, at least. Perhaps you could have her collect her book from Nalta? That would basically force interaction.]

Arin couldn't help but feel she'd done something to upset the girl with the tiger. Being the kind, compassionate girl she is, she immediately apologizes, not wanting to harbor any ill will towards someone she'd just met. "I'm sorry if I upset you in some way... I was only trying to help, but I'm willing to make up for it if you want! My name is Arin, by the way....well, actually my name is (it was at this point that Arin said something in what could only be described as a screeching snarl that was almost musical in sound) but since nobody around here can speak angelic, I call myself Arin." She stands there, with her hands interlocked over her lap, her mouth watering slightly as the delectable aroma of the undead crossed her nose. She loved the way the undead smelled, and loved actual undead things even more. They were always so...well, to be honest she always found them rather lively, ironic as that is. In fact, it's because of this affection towards the undead that she wasn't very popular among the other angels, because it was rather uncharacteristic of an angel to feel anything but hate for an undead being, but she just couldn't bring herself to dislike such good people. Actually, Arin found it hard to dislike anything really, though that's most certainly because she was raised by humans, and went to human school for most her life, resulting in quite a deal of ridicule and bullying at school because of her hair and her eyes. She told herself she'd never be anything like the kids that bullied her when she was small. This was worth noting, because now it was actually causing her more than a little stress that despite her incredibly open-minded nature, she was made extremely uneasy by the grotesque man in the coffee shop. It wasn't his revolting look, or even his seemingly brash, rough-around-the-edges personality that put her off...it was that for no discernible reason, the man absolutely reaked of evil. It bugged her that she was so upset by this man, but at the same time she couldn't shake the foreboding feeling she got when she saw him in the coffee shop. She decided to put the man in the back of her mind, and simply wait for the girl with the tiger to respond

It didn't appear as though she would be given an answer, sitting in silence with what she wanted to consider solitude had been now ridiculed by two strangers. However the angelic being was quick to apologize, amidst introducing herself. The noise which came from her within the intro had surprisingly startled the shifter, causing electrical currents from the amethyst gem around her neck, bolt in various direction without command. Morgäna cursed under her breath, unintentionally shocking herself. One of the overhead lights – which had thankfully was off – had been shattered. What did it take to find solitude? Of course she could have just as easily gone to her dorm and hide until the next day, however there would the incessant complaining and lecture of her tiger being pent up in small enclosures. Morgäna sighed irritably as she turned her attention to the slip of paper with the hand-written schedule the advisor had given her. Analyzing the script to the best of her ability – though still had some difficulty comprehending the woman's messy typography; she recalled the partial-specter giving the instructors name. It had just occurred to shifter that she only had her notebooks and basic material for her classes –though really just a few folders, notebooks and pens, despite her apparent focus was suppose to be bettering her shifting and other magic studies. She appeared rather evasive on the subject. A small frown cusped her pale lips realizing she may have needed to retrieve text for whatever the lesson may require – hell she wasn't even sure what she'd been placed in. All she had was a name and a classroom and building number. “My apologies.” She'd embarrassed herself, and would find an excuse to leave. “I just realized I needed a textbook.” Quietly she would collect her things; messenger bag retrieved with the strap resting on her left shoulder. Tiger companion retrieved the lantern as the duo would nonchalantly exit the classroom, hardly making further contact with the other two students.

“You're going to cause an outage if you are not careful.” The tiger murmured under his breath, pyrite lantern within his jowls. Black-indigo eyes shot a hard glare towards his companion with a stone glower. He'd notice the singe on the side of her shirt where the current had struck her. He'd frown, watching with caution, as the gauze wrapped around her torso would need replacing. He could only hope that she just hadn't interrupted what she'd been trying to fix on her own. Her heart pounded against her chest, as what little color she had to her face had been drained with embarrassment, and rattled nerves as a wave of nausea caused by the lack of control she had with her own skill. Shifting into her wolfish form was an easier task, however phasing back into human flesh was far more painful and taxing as it was for using the energy to claim these – what she considered – a faulty talent. She would pass by an office, just barely catching the last few sentences of what sounded like the spirit woman from earlier. Right hand lifted as she hesitantly knocked upon the door with her pointer knuckle. Morgäna would pause for a moment as she cleared her throat, suddenly overcome by discomfort, and uncertainty, unable to look either instructor directly. She'd been mentally kicking herself for getting so startled by Arin's way of introducing herself – the high pitched noise had startled her like a stray, nervous dog in unfamiliar territory. Not only that, but she'd just left the classroom with a skeleton, angel and shattered glass along the tile. “Um.” she was trying to find her words. Left hand trembling as it absently hiding the singed-burn cloth. The tiger sat rather bored at her side, Envy lantern squealed impishly emitting amiable white flame. “Where would I find the books I need for class?.” she wanted to retreat as soon as possible. “And how do I determine what is needed?”

OOC - Amg I just now saw your post so I made some few edits there to acknowledge Arin briefly.

Raia's office, Sheffield Hall

The professor smirked slightly. "I know that's not the /actual/ Aegis, but it summons it, and that's what I meant. Fascinating -- I'd love to take a closer look, if you don't mind." Raia seemed rather excited herself, showing more emotion than she had up to that point. "I have a variety of tea," she added in answer to Nalta's query, getting to her feet and going to turn the electric kettle that sat on a counter in the corner of the room. "What kind do you like?" After placing a cup and a teabag in front of her visitor, she sat back down. "What rumors have I heard? Well, the best supported one I know that's comparatively recent says that there was a teacher at this school a while back that had that very pendant."

A knock at the door causes the woman to excuse herself with the suggestion that Nalta see to the now-whistling teapot. Raia opened the door to find Morgana and her tiger companion. "Yes, what can I do for you -- Morgana, wasn't it?" The girl wanted to know what she'd need for class, and where to get her books. "Needed supplies vary depending on who you have for teachers. I think admissions made a mistake in your case -- Mr. Wolfe is actually assisting me, so I will see you tomorrow morning. Textbooks cost $40 for my class if you wish a new copy, though Ms. Russell or one of the other librarians may have used copies for a significant discount. I don't require you to have anything else."

Jareth's room, ESH

Amuné braced herself when the man grabbed her by her collar.  She had studied various martial arts, and if he tried to harm her she wouldn't hesitate to use what she'd learned.  She didn't relax when he released her, either.  "Do not do something like that again, Nunque.  Just because you don't like hearing something does not give you the right to resort to violence."

She didn't feel comfortable enough with Nunque to touch him when he was all furious and tense, but when he curled up on the floor she sighed and crouched down next to him.  "Nunque, focus please.  I'd like to help you if I can, but...I need to understand what the problem is."

((@xAvarice Looks like someone's shown up, at least.  ^.^;;  I'm really not sure what to say, otherwise.  Moving forward is always good, trying to find a reason to interact...  *scratches head*  I didn't plan this very well, to be honest.

EDIT: erps, seems you posted since I started working on this.  Hm, let me add some more to Raia.))

looking for more or new characters? ❤️

(( you are more than welcome to join.))

Morgäna retreated just two steps back, the sound of the whistling shrill of the tea-pot in the background seemed to have bothered her – a displeasing sound to sensitive ears. The fragrance however was rather becoming, unable to help herself but envy such a delicate flavor. Left hand retreated from the newly made wound to the frame of the door to balance her weight. Small electric sparks would flare occasionally from her gem still though with little to no harm. The fact that her magic was fluctuating still, was taking a lot out of her. As the specter-woman approached; the young woman stifled a breath. Morgäna couldn't bring it upon herself to look up to the instructor let alone remotely glimpse at the teacher-aide in the background as she had been informed that this woman was to be her instructor. The man in the office was her assistant. Newly issued books would be roughly forty, however used ones could be discounted – where was the library again? Great. This was going to be a long semester. Thankfully it was just the textbook that was needed and nothing more.

What did this class entail, she wondered? Hopefully nothing too involving. Asking where a simple book would be located was already difficult for her. Not to mention the shattered glass in the classroom certainly wouldn't make for an appropriate impression on classmates or instructors. Especially leaving it there. “Thanks.” she muttered coolly under her breath. “My apologies to trouble you.” She would start to take her leave, trying to find a way out by dismissing herself.

ooc: Sorry for the shorter response >w<

Nalta stood, maneuvering to Raia's side to see the girl. She looked nervous and uncomfortable around people. The smell of a fresh wound filled his nose, leading his eyes to the source. "Wait here." He said, retreating into the room and gathering his tea, "This a goo opportunity for me to explore, so I'll go with you and we can find it together." He said pleasantly. Truthfully he had questions for the girl too. He stepped out next to her, positioning his hands into a simple shinobi hand-sign he learned while teaching his powers to himself. "Summoning jutsu, field dressing." He said, calling forth an item from his personal effects back in his room. They were contained in a bag bearing a transfer rune that matched one tattooed inside his right index finger. With a poof, a gauze bandage appeared before him. He caught it in the air and applied it to the girl's injury.

"That'll sting a bit, but it'll help." He said, shooting a glance to Raia. The act was more a display of his ability than a kind gesture. The teacher needed to know she wasn't dealing with a simple assistant. He hoped that was clear now.

((You got anything more for Nunque and Amune, Minor?))

Raia's office, Sheffield Hall

"It's no trouble," the woman told the student, but her gaze stayed on her new assistant. Raia could tell Nalta was more than a simple teacher. If nothing else, the way he carried himself spoke of combat training, and the fact that he had the Aegis pendant likewise said a good deal. She responded to his glance with nothing more than a raised eyebrow. He didn't need to show off on her account. However, when it came to classes it was still her show, and she hoped he'd respect that. "Until tomorrow, then," the professor said simply. "Oh and...keep an eye out by the library. Gina won't be out at this hour, but you're new and Rachel may try to give you a scare." Raia gave Nalta a very slight smile, hardly more than an upward turn of the corner of her mouth. Meeting the ghosts was basically a right of passage for new teachers.

Alabaster eyes would shift just barely as the man had delved further into the office, collecting the aromatic tea. He'd mention of tagging along, of an opportunity to further explore the grounds. Pale lips pressed together, her grasp tightened the sling of her messenger bag as he neared, feeling her space had been invaded. She heard him mutter a summoning as medical gauze had appeared within his hands. As he went to apply the bandage, Morgäna would quickly turn away and reach to grasp his wrist as if to defend herself. It was obvious he was simply trying to help, however the young woman was not keen on accepting it. “Don't.” she uttered coldly in a whisper, loud enough for the man to hear. Black indigo eyes shot a hard glare towards his companion, her little quirks often annoyed him as his did her also. She winced slightly feeling the sting of the injury, releasing her grasp should she have caught his wrist. “I don't care if you tag along.” she shrugged; unintentionally leaving an open invite. “I'm just collecting needed material for classes.” She tapped the head of her tiger, her lantern still within his jowls. He would glance to either of them and dip his head more cordially. “... Good luck this semester.” he wasn't sure if it led on a sense of best wishes, or a simple warning of Morgäna's irrational behavior she had towards some. Though there was information still she had that even he could not get out of her since they came to the school.

The large feline returned his attention towards Nalta with a tilt of his head with inquiry. ”Directon to the library would be useful, if you do not mind following along. We will be just outside the building.” He dipped his head towards the man in offering, then turning towards Raia with a curt nod. ”My thanks.” Morgäna called out to the cat just as he was passing his departure until tomorrow towards the ghost woman, as he turned to follow her out the large door entryway.

OOC: I can't help but be interested in what he wants to ask of her =w= It might be a bit difficult getting it out of her :D