Into the Dorm...

[Biki-la]

Jiri walked up the stairs and into the hallway of the top floor of the school, carrying a cardboard box that seemed to be a bit damp. Her feet jangled with each step on the marble floor, and she seemed lost in thought. Would she see him again? She hoped not.

[Dethran]

Sendobikou Hokaze sat in his room with the few belongings he brought with, meditating.

[Biki-la]

Jiri continued down the hall, pausing in front of Sendobikou's room and tilting her head at his shut door. This man...this man was good. Yes.

[Kiako]

Kratien was across the hall, with her door closed, writing intently on a sheet of paper, and occasionally glancing up at the glowing monitor infront of her. Her progress was halting, and every once in awhile she would cross something out angrily on her paper, type something into the moniter, bring up a new web page, absorb it for a minute, and continue writing, only to repeat the process a couple of minutes later. An large, old book lay open next to her, but she ignored it. In the trashcan crumpled bits of paper were starting to overflow, having been ripped by the abuse that Kratien was giving them. She was aware of the other people in the hall, but she was ignoring them right now, busy concentrating on her work.

[Biki-la]

Jiri continued walking, the anklets on her feet jangling with each step. She stopped again in front of Kratien's door, a confused look on her face. Yes or no? Bad? Good?

[Kiako]

The sharp pen tore at the paper, as Kratien once again applied to much pressure and ripped another page. Agrivated, she didn't bother crumpling that peice of paper, just letting it drift into the trash can. She turned her attention back to the computer. She scrolled impatiently through the newest website, but revieled nothing new. She skimmed through the other ten or wo websites she had pulled up over the last hour, glanced sidelong at the book, and picked up her pen. She hadn't written six words when she threw it down again, unable to concentrate. A happy distraction presented itself. She pushed herself away from her desk, and walked towards the door. Pulling it open, she looked exprestionlessly at the person standing there, waiting for an explination of why this person was standing outside of her door. "Excuse me, can I help you?" she asked, her voice more cool then it would have been due to her frustration at her foiled attempts to actually get something done.

[Biki-la]

Jiri shook her head at Kratien, taking a step back from the now open door. Kratien seemed frustrated with something that wasn't Jiri, and probably shouldn't be bothered by Jiri's inquisitive thoughts and indecisive opinion of her.

[Kiako]

Kratien tried to breath, taking deep, calming breaths. After all, is wasn't this woman's fault that she was so frustrated. Her outbrust had obviously startled the woman. She sagged, her pent-up emotions leaving her in a rush, making Kratien feel empty. "Apologies," she said, much more warmly, running a hand through her gleaming dark hair. "My frustration got the better of me. I'm Kratien." She smiled at Jiri, though also at the sound of her name. If any of these people were familiar with Ancient Greek, they would deduce that her name ment 'power.' But her name hadn't always been so awe-inspiring. She had had another name... once.

[Biki-la]

Jiri smiled at Kratien, deciding that one whose name meant power couldn't possibly be anything like those that she feared, although it certainly remained a possibility. It seemed that Jiri liked Kratien's name, although nothing clearly showed it. It was like something else entirely speaking for her, telling Kratien that her name was Jiri.

[Kiako]

ooc- her name was given to her by the demons
See, there I go again! Soon Kraiten's history will be done, and I don't have a place to put it!
Mabye I'll just start a character development thread.

Kratein nodded, "Jiri?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "Nice to meet you." She didn't know quite what to say next, since she wasn't sure if Jiri would answer a question. "I don't think I've seen you before. Where do you work?" She asked, her voice betraying none of the hesitation that her thoughts expressed.

[Biki-la]

Jiri smiled mysteriously, more words flowing in the air around her, telling Kratein that she is one of the cooks at the school, and a nurse sometimes.

[Kiako]

"Cook? That might explain it." Kratein said musingly. A sudden breeze blew through the hallway, which was strange since no windows were open. A voice on the wind, only intelligable to Kratein, telling her that other people were coming down the hall.

ooc- Hm, who should we have intrude on this little gathering?

[Biki-la]

OOC: :3 who indeed


Just then Mistress B and Mofin turned the corner walked towards the two of them, seemingly engrossed in their soft conversation, Mistress B not seeming to care one way or another about the topic and Mofin seeming quite serious, like their discussion was a matter of life and death.
Jiri smiled at the two as they reached her and Kratein, their conversation dying as they paused.
"I see you two have gotten aquainted," Mistress B said, smiling her strange smile at the two.
Mofin merely stood there, eying Krrrratein as though trying to assess her worth.

[Kiako]

ooc- Why does everybody have to judge Kratien?

"You might call it that." Kratien said to Mistress B. Getting aquanted was a loose term, since Jiri and Kratien knew next to nothing about each other, exept names, and in the case of Jiri, occupation.

[Biki-la]

OOC: Cause all my characters know each other...sorry! *hugs you and Kratien*


Mofin seemed satisfied with Kratien and turned away from her, grabbing Jiri's box from her hands and then walking away down the hallway the way he had come.
Jiri looked concerned with the taking of her things and followed Mofin down the hallway, her anklets jingling as she struggled to keep up with Mofin's long legs.

Mistress B watched the two go and then turned back to Kratien "So what do you think?" she asked, not specifying who or what, but the answer still seeming significant to her.

[Kiako]

"There's some odd people in the world." came Kratien's reply as she watched the two make their way down the hallway. She paused for a moment, reflecing, then thoughts of her morning started drifting back, and Kratien turned towrds Mistress B, asking, "Is the roster finalized yet? It's hard to plan a class without knowing how many people are in it." she elaborated.

[Biki-la]

"Yes," Mistress B responded, although which statement of Kratien's she was responding to was unclear.
Then she spoke again, "About 227" definitely answering Kratien's question

[Kiako]

Kratien nodded. "That's good to know." she said, though she was entirely uncertain what to make of the information. 227 students in the whole school? Her class? In how many classes? Kratien didn't know, and didn't want to ask for the information, either. "I don't suppose they'll all last." she mused, instead.

[Biki-la]

At this, Mistress B laughed. "Of course not. Many of them will perish in the upcoming months. Failure isn't an option at this point." What she didn't say was that when she accepted students in to the academy, she planned for things like this. To spice things up, she accepted students whom might not have the purest hearts or intentions. Every year she planned for fights, deaths, and some modifications in the teams she'd assigned.
And those 227 students? That was only a small part of the population at Kaerush. The number that Mistress B had given Kratien was not only the number of students placed in her class, but also the number of students that would probably not make it through the year. Approximately 1/3 of the students

[Kiako]

Kratien smiled, bringing herself back from her darker thoughts, and said with a smile, "Well, it wouldn't be what it is, otherwise." Her thoughts seemed to have taken a similer direction as Mistress B's, all the potential for disagreements, and their potential to turn... violent. She was only dimly aware of the purposeful construction behind them, there were certainly to obviously different from normal school fights to not be suspicious, but she had no idea to what extent Mistress B interferred.

[Biki-la]

OOC: To what extent Mistress B would end a fight....that's an interesting thing to ponder....when would she interfere?


"Exactly," Mistress B said, smiling her empty smile at Kratien before saying, "Well, I must get going. Classes are due to start soon." and turning, walking away down the corridor without another word. Although it wasn't for her benefit that she had left, but for Kratien. After all, Mistress B was ready to start school, and some of the teachers were not.

[Kiako]

Kratien inclined her head to acnolage Mistress B's departure, and watched her walk down the hall. She stayed there for a few minutes after she reached the end of the hallway, turned a corner and disapeared. Finally, with slow, unwilling steps, she made her way back into her room. The laptop's screensaver had popped up in her absence, and with a long-suffering sigh, she dragged her finger across the mouse pad. Dates and names scrolled over her eyes, barely taking in any of it. She thumbed through the pages of the ancient book absently, still unable to concentrate.