Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion

A Complex In The Outer Ring of Dorms.

Located On Ground Floor:
Sabine's Room: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Common Room: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

Second Floor:
Skyra's Room: (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Bathroom: (view spoiler)[[image error] (hide spoiler)]

Opening the door, Sabine entered her new dorm - and gasped in amazement. Oh my God look at this place... It's huge!
She could tell that this was the type of place that has an impressive echo. She tested it, by saying "Hello?" Of course, she got a hello in reply over-and-over again. She nodded in approval. She also approved the furniture, the lamps, TV and fireplace. This must have been a common room. Nice.
Turning a corner, she found what must have been her room since her luggage bags were standing by a king-sized bed. The room was very old-fashioned and very warm. She looked up at the ceiling to find wooden beams criss-crossing above her. An old, small chandelier with electric candles hung off of the beams. To the left of her bed, was yet another fire-place framed by a stone wall. The fire-place was similar to the other one in the common room, except much older.
Sabine couldn’t help herself. Running to the bed, she leapt high. She giggled like a child on Christmas morning as she landed onto the bed with a thump! She approved with the mattress, too. It was firm, yet comfortable and soft. Just how she liked it.
She smiled. She approved of it all! It was just so perfect! For the first time since she arrived, Sabine finally felt like she was home.

Skyra Rider, scaled the massive wall. She had looked at her papers, and her room was on the second floor, probably the only one with an open window. And so it was. The breeze pushed her in silently and she knew that the knowledge to the Headmistress of what she was, helped gain a window that she easily fly out of. She let out a small smile, even if she was in a sour mood at the moment. Her pendent turned a greenish blue, an aqua if you will, color.

A chilling gust of wind whirled into the room, accompanied by a rather loud flutter of wings. Samael appeared instantly, brushing a few strands of blond hair out of his eyes. "Hello, Skyra." He murmured, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
Being an angel, Sam never smiled, but his eyes gleamed with some sort of amusement when his mouth didn't, especially when he saw Skyra's room.

Skyra Rider was a hard species to figure out, she looked perfectly normal but her reactions were sharp. She spun around and soon a dagger was under Sam's throat. "Who the hell are you?" Her eyes narrowed and there were flecks of gold in there.

He calmly put a hand to the blade, forcefully lowering it.
"I'm Samael." He stated simply. "I'm... one of the banshees." He supplied, his blank face not faltering.

Skyra had a sharp mind for lying. "Something tells me you are lying." He doesn't smell like one. Nor look like one, they have a certain aura. She narrowed her eyes at him. "And what are you doing in my room?"

"Something tells me you've been hanging around with my dear friend Sebastian." He said, and edge to his tone. He eyed the intricate designs on the bed-frame, blinking rather slowly, as if something was bothering him.

Skyra's suspicions only rose higher at this little observation. The power in the room was coming from her for the Drakes were as much as Angels, rare and powerful. She tilted her head, playing along, "I met him only twice, and on both occasions he was rather rude." It wasn't like she was lying at the moment.

He stood up fast, nodding curtly to her. "I can only advise that you should stay away from him. I assure you he will cause nothing but distress in your life." He smiled sweetly, before adding. "God has great plans for you, Skyra. Please, do not stray from your chosen path." And with that, he was gone. Well, not really. There was a lack of fluttering of wings, but he was invisible, if that counted for anything. He observed her for a moment, debating if he should call in Curiel. He decided it'd be best not to, but he eyed her necklace with great interest.

"Good grief, he's an angelus. No wonder I felt it." She turned to finally take in her room and was proud and settled to see everything had been moved in, even the orders for the special gold dust installed. As a dragon, you tended to like... shiny things. Then Skyra's pendent changed to a beautiful serene amber, though the mood wasn't serene at all. "And trust me," she said, thinking she was speaking to no one, "Sebastian is the person I want to talk the least to right now." Her eyes shimmered gold and her pendent turned blue. Skyra walked to the bed, letting her fingers graze the silk sheets, her eyes hiding tears. They felt like the ones her mother made for her.

Sabine had seen it all.
She had heard a soft thump below her and knew it was her new roommate. (Well... she guessed.)
She walked downstairs to great her, opened the door just a crack, was just about to knock and enter before she saw a fella on her bed. He obviously wasn’t there for romantic reasons. Oh no. Her roommate was pressing a knife to his neck.
Her roommate had her back to the door. He was eyeing the pendent around her neck.
None of them noticed Sabine. Or more to the point; didn’t show any signs of noticing her.
He said he was a Banshee. She clenched her teeth, disgusted. Her Banshee form was starting to slip with the rage. She could feel her body stretching, her teeth sharpening. How dare he call himself a Banshee! Banshees can’t even have boys! Sabine ignored every inch of her body that told her to storm in and punch him in his expressionless face.
It always pissed her off when someone got a fact about her species wrong.
Sabine heard him talking about someone called Sebastian. Heard him saying that Skyra – presumably the girl holding the knife and her roommate – was “a part of Gods plans.”
He was an angel. She had her doubts at the start; she could feel a slight ache in her young bones that signified a great power was in the air, and her stomach churned every time he spoke. But all that could just be cramping from standing so still or nerves for being caught. But as soon as he mentioned ‘God’, Sabine knew.
Then he disappeared.
Sabine watched as Skyra (what a lovely name!) muttered herself and felt the lining of her duvet. Sabine was about to go in, then realised she was in her Banshee form. She couldn’t go in like this! She’d scare her witless, and she looked spooked enough with that angel popping up. No, Sabine would wait. With as much quietness and grace that would put a cat to shame, she slipped back into her room and did some breathing exercises to calm down.

Skyra tilted her head, her hand stopping mid-motion on the silk. "You can come out as you are," she let out a small smile. Skyra Rider lifted her head to look at the door, her eyes amused and waiting. Who was this girl? The roommate most likely.

Sabine stopped mid step. She cringed. How did Skyra know she was there? Probably heard her breathing. Darn! Shamefully, Sabine opened the door and walked in.
Showing a stranger her Banshee form felt a little like she was walking in stark naked. But she tried to look as confident as she could. “Sorry,” she said, towering above her roommate. “I was only coming in to greet you. I wasn’t prying.”

"I don't blame you," Skyra reassured, looking indifferently at Sabine's form. Drakes had seen cities fall to destruction, so a banshee wasn't the scariest thing Skyra had seen in decades. "Nice to meet you..." she trailed off, letting the girl say her name.

"Sabine Southwind. And you?" Although Sabine already knew her name, she still wanted to be properly introduced to Skyra.
Felling a little more confident, she lifted her head higher and gave the air a little sniff. The light sent of burnt charcoal tickled her nose.
Sabine only smelled this a few times in her life. One of her mother’s close friends had that same sent.
Dragon.

((Keep in mind they are secret and rare. :) ))

"Skyra Rider," she said, loving her name with a sense of honor and pride. As dragons, they decided their own name the minute they were born, and being Skyra, she was bold in choosing.

((Gotcha. Didn't know, sorry!))

Sabine nodded her approval. Skyra Rider suited this girl very nicely. "Nice to meet you. And what about that friend of yours is? Please tell me his isn't a friend."

Skyra let out a low growl, "You are most correct," she agreed. Sam was an intruder and Angelo.

"Well, that’s a relief. He creeps the hell out of me - no pun intended.”
Sabine crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow, "And what's the story over this Sebastian bloke? Another enemy?"
An un-spoken question niggled at the back of her mind; if Sebastian was an enemy, why was angel boy so intent on keeping Skyra away from him?
… But what if they weren’t enemies? Oh God – was angel boy jealous? Was it some sort of forbidden romance? Was Sabine now trapped in a Romeo & Juliet reboot?
Please, no romances, she willed in her mind, let it be enemies. Please let it be enemies!

"They must both be bastards, I just arrived here today and I'm ambushed," Skyra smiled. Skyra had to hold her laughs at the girl face and averted her own so she wouldn't see the silent laughter written across hers.

She wasn’t one to laugh, but she thought the term was quite humorous and gave a small snort. She could tell that she and Skyra would get along nicely.
“Never thought you were the type to get ambushed,” she commented, “especially by bastards. Well, I can’t really say much. My boy experience at this school isn’t the best either,” she shrugged her shoulders, “at least I’m making friends!” She closed her eyes tightly and gave Skyra a toothy, over exaggerated smile that made her look like a deranged chipmunk. It also made her nose scrunch up in an odd fashion.

Skyra Rider let out a soft genuine smile. "At the very least." She turned to the window, feeling a presence there, "trust me, I have a lot of history with ambushes by Bastards, I know how to take care of myself."

Sabine glanced out the window too. Nothing was there that was strange or startling. Trying to be positive, she said, “Can you give me pointers? I’d like to take down a bastard with words, not with kicking him like I normally do. My snark is horrible, and i need to prepare myself for the future.”

Skyra tilted her head, "How do you teach someone street smarts?" she asked genuinely, confused herself. Skyra was up to it but how would she go about doing the task?

Sabine squinted her eyes menacingly. “Oh, your good.” She bowed low, her knuckles pressing into her palm. “I am only but a grasshopper, master. Please teach me.”

Skyra smiled. "Well, first of all, don't take crud from anyone. No matter if it's true or not." She inclined her head to observe Sabine. "Look impassive," she directed.

“Ok. No crude. Got it. Locked in.”
Sabine looked up and down at herself. “Um... how exactly do I look impressive? Do I just do this,” she straightened herself to full height, straightened her shoulders and held her head high.

"Impassive." Skyra corrected, making her face go blank with no emotion so it looked like a threat. "Like this."

Sibine copied Skyra's facial expression. She felt bubbles of giggles staring to arise - she must have looked ridiculous! - but pushed it down.
"How about now?" she said, keeping her voice cool. "Impressive enough?"

Skyra nodded, correcting her once again, "Impassive." She let a faint smile come to her lips, "It's always important to appear you are strong."

She scowled and placed her hand on her hips. "You saying I don't always look badass and strong?" Before Skyra could answer, Sabine’s stomach started to churn and growl. She placed one hand on her belly. “Wow, I’m sorry” she apologized, “I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and Banshees have big appetites.”

"I saw a mini kitchen through the window downstairs, perhaps you can get something to eat," Skyra nodded, exiting her golden room and walking down the stairs.

"Nah, I think I need to go to the Dining room," Sabine called as Skyra left, "you know, to socialize and try out my new impressive face.” Sabine said goodbye, changed into her human form and walked out of the golden room.
You know they say; if you make one friend on your first day you'll do good, thought Sabine, as she left the complex. So far I’ve made two. I guess I’m doing more than “good” then.

Skyra let the girl exit first and with one last glance at the staircase to her room, she exited the complex as well.

***

Tired from the ball and searching for Skyra, Sabine came into the complex and dived onto her bed. She looked a little unattractive, face in the pillow and arms stretched outward like she was flying, but she didn’t really care.
Sabine had sung all night long, and was ready to die with exhaustion. Sleep crept up on her, and before she knew it; Sabine was snoring lightly and fast asleep.

…But it wasn’t a dreamless sleep…


Sabine was running down the corridor. It was dark, and adrenalin pumped in her veins. Her heart raced with fear. In her banshee form, she screamed for her mother and sister. Only the windows lining the corridor’s walls shattered in response.
Glass shot outwards at her, she raised her arms above her head to protect her face. She continued running, hoping for a way out. Water now entered the never-ending corridor through the glass-less windows. But Sabine knew it wasn’t water, now that it came to her thighs. It was blood.
She continued to scream. “MOM! CEALA!” The blood started to creep up her body, sticky and warm. It started to rise high and higher with every passing moment, with every shaky intake of breath. Her steps became slower. She then started to call for her friend. “SKYRA! HELP ME! PLEASE!” No one came to saved her. She was all alone.
She now felt her head bump the ceiling, and the blood continued to rise. She was going to die. It was all going to end with her drowning in a sea of blood.
Suddenly, a voice pierced her screaming. It said, “You will die for your sins.”
“What did I do?!” Sabine yelled back in reply. Only her face was in the air now. She drank the air greedily.
“It’s not what you did. It’s what you are. ”
And with one howling scream of horror, the blood rushed over her head.

Skyra walked in the main door to the complex just to hear screams. "Sabine!" Skyra's night was just getting better and better. She sprinted up the stairs, tripping over her torn gold dress. "Wake up, wake up!" Skyra shook the girl's shoulders, ready to jump out of the way if the girl unknowingly swung or kicked at her.

((Yay! Let's start this thing!))


Sabine opened her eyes to find Skyra – in her now torn dress – was shaking her awake.
Why? she wondered. Only then did she realize that she was screaming. She clamped her mouth shut immediately.
Looking at herself, Sabine saw that she was still in her human form, and still in her winter ball gown. She noticed that she was shake furiously with fear.

Skyra had nightmares herself and her mother always used to cradle her, to let her calm her breathing. Tis is what she did now. "Shush," she said, pulling Sabine into a loose hug, sitting at the edge of the bed. Both of them in their gowns, tired, with disheveled hair. Ironic actually.

Hot, and salty tears rolled down her cheeks as Sabine allowed herself to be hugged. She had never felt so much fear since her sister… and the Bás Dubh…
She pushed the sad thought away. It would only make her cry harder, and it was bad enough as it was. Sabine started to mutter a few words. “B-blood – I was s-s-s-screaming – and N-no one helped me…”

"You're safe now." Renee felt a pang in her chest as the girl reminded her of her younger cousin, a blue dragon. She had vowed to protect the girl and to this day, the little blue dragon grew healthy. "I'm here, to help." Skyra was shocked at herself. What had made her put forth such a claim? The words were said though and Skyra was true to her word.

"No I'm n-not," Sabine slurred, "I’m never s-safe. Neither is my – my – family. You d-don’t understand.”

"I know about Hunters. Why do you think I'm here?" Her question was so sudden it was to stun the girl. Skyra's flashed gold before she stood and started to undo the pins in her hair though it was already down.

Sabine said nothing.
She didn’t know that Dragons had hunters – hell, she didn’t know a lot of things about Dragons since she also didn’t know that they were still alive until she met Skyra.
Does she know that I know? Sabine wondered as Skyra took pins out of her hair. Probably should leave it.
She furiously rubbed her eyes. She hated crying, it made her seem weak. If one thing is for sure, Sabine will never be weak.

"I hate looking weak too." Skyra heard that she knew but made no comment as the last of the pins was in her hand. She ascended the stairs, laying the pins on the counter and stripping her dress and putting on a soft white lacy nightgown.

"Sup, mis amiga." Sebastian hollered as he entered the dorm, a light smile on his face. "Listen, you really need to chill it with the angels if you want to survive this shit storm." He commented, leaping up onto one of the counters and sitting, dangling his feet off the edge.

"Who the hell?" said Sabine at the new voice coming from the common room.

Skyra was about to open the door to her room when she heard him. Sebastian. Haven't any of them heard of privacy?!
She spun around, her mouth opening to scream.

((Sebastian should cover her mouth and say now that won't do us any good XD))

((Skyra is in the bathroom guys, sorry if I didn't clarify XD))