Etheral Academy discussion

Here is where there are rows, and rows, and rows of beautiful books. Every student here has a library card. You can check out 4 books at a time. The librarian ((currently open for adoption, guys)) sits at her desk, reading a book. There are desks everywhere, for meeting with people, studying, and doing homework. The restriction side of the library is restricted, and you have to have permission from a teacher to tread there. Library Hours:
Everyday from 5:30- 10:00

((a library helper, yes. You shelf books, and help others find books))

((Kat we can role-play here))

Caitlyn is sitting at a table by herself, reading a book. She looks really interested in it.

Caitlyn looks at the girl who asked to sit next to her, but plops down anyways. She thinks to herself, great first impression. She chuckles to herself quietly, and goes back to her book, with a smile.

Caitlyn jumps and sinks into her chair at the girls sudden snap.
"U-u-uh n-nothing."
She remembers her fight earlier, and compares that girl to this girl. Probably not a good idea. She laughs again. Oops.

Caitlyn gets sensitive, and grabs her book and sits at another comfy chair. She starts reading, glances at the girl, then starts reading again.

"No."
Caitlyn glances at her again, and goes back to her book.

Kurt growled. “What are you talking about? It’s your fault. If you hadn’t nearly killed me with your flaming hair and poor understanding of the English language, none of us would be here. I was obviously referring to the flames as an it, not you!” (yo yo yo, sliding in 6 hours late)

“I’m an ice ethereal. Fire literally kills me! So excuse me for ‘screaming like a baby’! You’re obviously a girl, why would I call you an it?”

He growls again. “No dip, Sherlock. And I wasn’t looking for a fight until you came around with your fire hair.”

Caitlyn doesn't mean to eaves drops, but she can't help but listen. She wants to know what happened after she left. All she got from Blake was everyone was screaming like babies.

•

Blake is calmly sketching in his sketch book, drinking a Starbucks coffee again.

A short and hyper-looking boy bursts into the library, panting. “KURO! WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU?!”

Caitlyn jumps and shrieks from the scare.

•

Blake just looks up from his sketching.
"Wha?"

Kurt scowled but nodded his head. “It’s hard for me to control my emotions, too-“ He jumps straight up in the air. “Masato! You idiot! Stop yelling! I’m in detention now, apparently!”

IT KEEPS AUTOCORRECTING TO KURT I SWEAR-)

“Oh, sorry!” Masato whispers. “I’m Masato, a friend of Kuro’s.”

Kuro scowls and looks away. “Sorry, Masato. This girl got me riled up with her fire hair and now I have a detention.”

“I find it hard to believe someone else started the fight and not you, Kuro,” Masato teases. “Anyway, would it be helpful for me to help out?”

“Yeah!” Masato says rather cheerfully. “I love books. Plus, Kuro will complain less and probably be a lot calmer if I’m here. I have that effect on him.”

Kuro scoffs but says nothing. “I have that effect on you too, you know.”

Masato grabs an armful of books and joins her in her stacking. Kuro watches silently.

Kuro’s face flushes with embarrassment. “I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Well... I found him beat up by a gas station, so I let him crash at my place and tended to his wounds. And then we never saw each
other again till here. Now we’re like two peas in a pod!”

“He says he got into a fight with some gang. He does that a lot,” Masato says. /I think it was actually his parents, though/ he thinks.

Kuro shrugged. “They were looking at me funny. Plus, I thought it was only three guys. I knew I could beat that easily. Turned out to be seven, though.”
He scratches the back of his ear. “I’ve been in worse fights.”

“Oh, that. They’re the source of my power. I can make snow flurries with them, but they have to be exposed to the air. With gloves on I can’t hurt anything. With my powers, at least.”

“Depends. All the way unless Masato walked in.” Kuro flashes a sadistic smile at her. “You better only hang around me when he’s here. Other wise I can’t promise I won’t begin where we left off.”

Masato rolls his eyes. “Sure, sure. You both are the same. All bark and no bite. Kuro’s terrified of dogs. Just bring one in and he’ll beg for mercy.”
“MASATO! What the heck!?” Kuro protested. “Why’d you tell her that!?”

(w O w ie this has been dead for an hour aw)

(and another hour rip)

"Shut up!" Kuro stutters, his face turning red. "Masato, I'm gonna kill you for this-"

(Ok I'm really confused as to why yesterday this group was so active i could barely keep up and now its just dead like whAt)

(yay!! i mean its fine if youre not on i was just curious why today was so much more quiet)

Kuro and Masato turn around simultaneously.

"Who are you?" Masato asks.

Kuro scoffs. "Oh, that's Lizzy. She's a lot like me."

(well Kuro is the same dude with the gloves and Masato is his somehow bff [his description is in the create your character tab])

Kuro shrugged. "What do you think I'm looking at?"
Masato coughed in an attempt to keep himself from laughing. "You do realize it sounds like you just hit on he-"
"Shut up, I didn't mean it like that. Geez, Masato."

Masato chuckles to himself. "Hey, uh... Liz? That's your name, right?"

Kuro sighs. "It's Lizzy, you idiot."

"Whatever. Anyway, are you feeling alright? You seem... Sad."

Masato seems saddened by this response. He can tell she is upset but doesn't want to admit it. "Well, I'm not in detention, but my knucklehead friend who can't stay out of trouble is, so I'm helping him out."

"I'm not dumb."

"More or less," Kuro says. "He found me beat up and took care of me for a bit. Then, I didn't see him again until I arrived here. We just clicked, I guess, even though we're polar opposites."

"Yeah," Masato agrees.

Kuro sighs. "My pare-"

"He decided it would be a good idea to rile up a gang. He thought there were only three but there were seven," Masato says, interrupting him.

"Yeah, that." Kuro mouths a thank you to Masato.

(that's cool!)

Kuro suddenly and frantically starts flapping his arms up and down like a bird. "Masato! Masato! I just remembered something!"

"What?!"

"You know Charlie? He's dead! My brother killed him!"

"Oh, my brother sent me here because I went psycho and killed my parents. He was afraid I'd endanger him. He's a wanted fugitive and he sent me a letter the other day saying he killed this dude we both hate." Kuro shrugged. "I mean, he's a pretty OK brother, besides being an anarchist."
"Yeah, right. I ended up here because I scared my mother half to death when I woke up with fire coming out of my eyes. Fun times," Masato says.

"Yup," he replies cheekily. "I don't have much power though. All I can do so far is make fire come out of my eyes and sometimes make things spontaneously combust, if I focus hard enough. "

"But he is!" Kuro whines in protest. "He sends me candy and encouraging notes!"

Masato sighes. "Hate to break it to you, Kuro, but he's also part of the reason you're so messed up. He helped deepen the wounds your parents made."

Masato had a concerned look on his face and wanted to help, but he didn't want to stress her out.

Kuro, however, was struggling not to smile.

"Lizzy!" Masato said. He sprints after her. Kuro stayed put.

He walked over to her. "Hey," Masato said in a calming tone. "It's OK. It's going to be alright. I can tell you've been through a lot, but holding it all in isn't going to help. Letting it all out is just the best way to feel better sometimes." He put a hand on her shoulder. "So cry. Scream if you need to. Cry as long and hard as you need."

(yep he's a butthole but for some reason he's fun to rp as?
he's gonna get better probably but like if he has a conversation with one of them without masato there, he's literally going to be the worst)

Kuro sneered. "He's afraid of most people, Rose. Because he's smart and he's afraid of the evil that's inside of every human. He's probably the most scared of me. But does it look like that stops him?" He laughed emotionlessly.

(don't worry, it won't)
Masato patted her shoulder. "I'm so sorry," he repeated softly over and over again.

"I'm only afraid to hurt Masato because out of the hundreds of people that walked past me bleeding on the ground, he was the only one that stopped to see if I was OK. Everyone else, I'd love to see them hurt. It brings me joy."

Masato smiled kindly. "No problem. And you don't need to owe me anything." He paused. "If you ever need anything again, just ask. Now, we should probably get back to Rose and Kuro before they murder each other."

Kuro grimaced at her sudden kindness. "I don't need your pity."

He started to fumble around for something in his pocket. A malevolent grin spread across his face.