The Beginning of the anew. (Open to all members)

The school smelled old to him, like how he remembered library's to smell: musky, like old books, but pleasant. It was hard to enjoy though, the scent was so muddled by others. The room was full of creatures, other monsters like him giving off their own individual reeks. It was dizzying and he was glad he was sitting down; the stench might have knocked him off his feet otherwise. This was definitely going to take some getting used to.

Leviticus sat fidgeting at a table in the corner of the vast hall, his blue eyes searching the room, simultaneously curious and seething. It was too crowded here, too noisy, too bright. His skin felt hot under the cover of his sleeves and his eyes burned behind dark tinted glasses trying to adjust to the blinding artificial light in the room. Levi looked down at his hands splayed across the wooden tabletops watching the bones of his hands move grotesquely beneath the papery white skin as he thrummed out the wild sounds of the beating hearts around him. It was like music. Erratic and frantic like some of the songs his band used to play, comforting to him in its distortion. He stayed focused on that and that alone. He had to or he’d go mad. This was too much… far too much.

The young vampire started at the sound of the heavily accented voice. His fingers fell still resuming their grip on the table. He cut his blue eyes up at her after pushing his glasses back into their proper place. The girl in front of him smelled heavily of dog but her appearance was far from canine—presently at least. She was a lot prettier than he’d imagined a werewolf to be. A weak smile came to Levi’s face but the expression appeared to be more of a grimace. The expression immediately deteriorated though when the redhead grabbed his hand and leaned in toward him and…sniffed him. Startled, he drew away from her with wide and confused eyes. If Levi’s heart still pumped blood through his body he knew his cheeks would have reddened with embarrassment, but instead they remained a flat, unexpressive white.

“Um… hi,” he mumbled as the girl introduced herself. He tried to smile again, not wanting to appear too unfriendly. “I’m uh… Levi.” He hadn’t had a real conversation since he turned, so actually speaking to someone felt like a whole new experience to him. He wasn’t really sure if he liked it or not yet.

The girl’s—Artemis so she called herself; Levi made a mental note to remember it—question confused him for a moment before he remember he had been tapping on the table. He looked down at his hands for a moment before glancing back up at her. “Guitar mostly, but I’ll play anything.” The mention of music relaxed him a bit and brought more strength to his smile.

Katie noticed the ghost walking down the middle of the room towards Evo. He looked creepy and Katie wanted to stay as far away as possible. She looked back down at her hands hoping the ghost had not spotted her watching him. She could see that she was shaking slightly; it was probably because of the dizziness.

Katie picked up the glass of water in front of her and sipped, trying to get rid of the sick feeling in her stomach. She sighed to herself for being so weak around other paranormals. It was annoying to say the least that she could not stay in a room without feeling sick. She looked up and scanned the room again, looking for anything that looked remotely interesting. She saw nothing and looked back at Evo and the creepy ghost man. She sighed again and placed her elbow on the table and leaned on her palm, deciding she might as well get comfortable if she was going to sit through this.

"That looks kind of painful." John remarked casually upon seeing the AI's face spasm. "I've been doing well, the professor apartments are quite comfortable, if rather lonely." His voice grew a little softer at that. "But back to topic. Wars happen all the time. Whether they be started by outside influences, i.e. us, or by disagreements that they may have among themselves. Nothing we can do about it except severely and horribly punish them if they do start anything." John made sure his voice carried over the crowd so they'd know what kind of consequences they would bring upon themselves for fighting.

"But, I'm sure you're right. I mean the headmaster made you, and they do know best from what I've heard. When will I have the chance to meet them? Do you even know who they are?" The ghost flickered in and out of sight as he spoke, his subtle shifting from one position to another made even more eerie by his sudden solidity, then not.

Anxiety prickled Cillian’s skin as he entered the main hall. He could feel that he was surrounded by monsters, creatures that would just as soon as eat him as look at him. He knew he should be afraid, any sane person would be afraid, but Cillian felt as if he had lost the right to sanity. The young man’s handsome face harbored a grin so smug and dangerous that it would seem more at home on a shark. He grazed past groups of paranormals, flashing that smile at all who turned to look at him. He could see the tiny huddle of his own kind in one corner of the room, but he had no intention of joining them; he wasn’t here to socialize with his own species. No, he was here to learn about these monsters around him, and what better way to learn about them than to mingle with them?

Cillian’s eyes scanned the crowded room for the prime candidate. He couldn’t help but shudder when he glimpsed the pixilated blue woman and the ghost hovering at her side; even the administration was abnormal. Collecting himself, Cillian’s wandering eyes settled on a lone boy slouched against a wall. Vulnerable. Alone. He was perfect. The human strode over to the boy against the wall. By the way his stomach churned as he approached, Cillian could tell that this boy was of the canine-persuasion. Even better.

“Hey,” Cillian called down to him. The smile the human wore was trusting and friendly, but any positive feeling it might have conveyed was dampened by the dark, puckered scars marring his face. “Mind if I join you?”