*School of Magic RP*

(He is standing where he was, Cedric was speculating.

Cedric visited Griffyn, so Cedric's body goes limp. He was wondering if he could pull someone else in and have the same effect on them.)

Ahh okay I will post tomorrow morning. It is 2:04 and I am tired.//

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Scar nearly jumped hearing the voice behind her, swiftly turning to face them. Her silver and gold orbs were a little wild and wide with surprise as she was met with another student. The teen's defensive stance in the moment shifted to one foot to look a little more casual. Considering her jumpiness one might've thought she had been a soldier that had seen plenty of battle in her lifetime; not true, yet.

"Y-yeah," she began, paused to clear her throat, and started again with "Yes, I'm new." Scarlett considered for a moment introducing herself to the stranger, but shook her head fractionally. If they heard her calling herself Scar, they could call her that; if not, than too bad, she wasn't in the mood.
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"well aren't you gorgeous," he chuckles "Where ya heading to ill help ya." He teleports to her side

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She glowered slightly at the compliment given by the boy from the yard that separated them. Any other situation, yes, she would have blushed like your average sixteen-year-old-girl at the "gorgeous" comment. However, he had just come up from behind her and startled her; not to mention, she didn't know him and didn't like guys that did that sort of thing, giving compliments to the first pretty girl they see in the first moment they see them.

Other than the fractional frown on her face, Scar made no acknowledgement to the compliment. She straightened, answering his question with confidence. "Weaponry Training and Practice." The teen paused, gaze snapping up to the ceiling as she thought that answer over. "I think. I don't- like I said, I'm new, but I think that's what I was--" She was taken aback by his sudden disappearance and then reappearance by her side. She slid slightly to her right to put a few more inches of space between them. "--told was my first class today."
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Griffyn rubbed his face roughly, silver eyes a gunmetal gray as they met Callas.
"I'm fine," he said gruffly.
She curled her lips in response.
He didn't know what to do about Cedric.
Pain sliced through his skull, and he winced as he gently messaged his temples.

Calla turned away from her mate to growl some more at the other two new people.
"Stay away from me and my friends until you deem yourselves worthy of our presence," she snarled.
Turning on her heel, she walked up to Griffyn and cupped his face in her hands.

Adrian winced as his wings were healed and smiled when Calla had announced that.
He watched as she fretted over her mate.
Never knew that woman had any feelings. He mused to himself.

Amber sighed, and grabbed Adrians arm.
"Lets go flying," she said.

Cinon made a low, growly sigh. Everyone was nuts here. He walked away from the warm kitten poorly hidden among the cool grass.

He walked along the grass next to the sidewalk, enjoying the softness on his feet.

Cedric? He thought, hoping to call his brother.

I am here. What is it?

I'm ready to do it now.

We have not asked Mary yet, you don't have to.

She'll just say no. I'm ready.

I... thank you Cinon. We will need something living, a pet of some sort, a sharp knife, four feathers with as much magic as possible, blood from an undead creature, a book from our tower titled Of Incantations and Demonic Magic, and a fire. I saw a Human with a small box that made fire, a lighter they call it. I'll tell you if I see one.

Yea, ok. I can do that.

Cinon took off from the ground, turning invisible and flying over away to find everything. First things first, a knife. He knew exactly where to get one of those.

four feathers with as much magic as possible Jayde could help with that.. Maybe.))

(Her and the winged Angels, maybe Angel too.)

Cinon landed on the roof of the small restaurant and cafeteria on the grounds. A few volunteer students (and a few there on misdemeanors) were busy preparing food and cooking for a slow trickle of patrons. He slipped inside and glided down to the counter. He slipped underneath the counter door and into the kitchen undetected.

Quickly, he spotted his target. A set of knives sat in a 'plastic' holder in the back of the kitchen. He stepped around silently, narrowly avoiding being stepped on by the cooks walking past him in the narrow path around the many counters. The knives were held at easy reach for the Humans, but were a bit high for Cinon's comfort. He stood on his rear legs, balancing on the wall with one paw and snatching a big knife with his other.

Now was the hard part of stealing, getting away with it. He put the knife sideways in his mouth sharp side out, gripping the blade and handle with his teeth. He knew it would be clearly visible, so he had to move fast to get out. There was a door near him with a red sticker of a fire on it, hopefully it lead outside.

Making a break for it, he ran over to the door and jumped up to push open the big bar handle across it. As soon as it opened, a loud ringing bell went off. He stopped just outside the door to see what was going on.

Do not stop! Run!

He did as Cedric said and quickly took off, flying away with the knife in his mouth back to the tower.

Adrian flew after his sister, his jet black hair getting whipped from the wind.
"Calla wasn't that harsh," he observed.
Amber shot a look over her shoulder at him, her golden eyes amused.
"Strange, right?" She asked.
He nodded as he thought.
Calla must be trying...well that can't be right. Maybe shes tired of being such a butthole to everyone.
"Women," he muttered.

Griffyn followed after his mate, lost in thought.
Cinons brother had infiltrated his mind.
His mind!
No one-as far as he knew- could do that. He only had the power to read minds.
Calla had the power to speak in the mind.
What Cedric had done...thats something he would have to figure out on the low.

"What are you thinking about?" Calla murmured to her mate, dropping back to speak to him.
His silver eyes met her pale blue eyes.
He looked troubled.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to her brow.
Calla pursed her lips, looking away.
He was lying to her. It was obvious by the way he avoided not looking at her.
He was always looking at her.
Not that she was bragging or anything, but he was.
And that harpy.
Calla rolled her eyes as thoughts of that...bird came to mind.
She was serious when she had said they would have to earn her trust.
Just like everyone else had.
She just couldn't take losing anyone else like her mate again.
Sniffling, she opened the door to her room, expecting Griffyn to walk in wit her.
He surprised her though when he didn't. Instead he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers gently.
When he leaned back, shadows danced across his face.
"I'm going to my room to get some sleep. I'll wake you in the morning."
Then he left.

Just going to jump in))

Being the nigth owl Angel was she sat near the window looking about borad though she coudl be be seen she was a shaodw once more like every time the moon rised into the nit sky only Mary could see her as far as she knew.

(Shadows are your thing so your final say, but I've mixed them with a real world dragon for Cedric to be my own. He can see through Cinon's eyes, but not the thermal compound, so do you think he sees the shadow thingies like Angel even though they are not his eyes?)

Yes he can))

Dive. Cedric ordered. Cinon did as he was told and slipped down close to the surface, skimming along with the knife in his mouth.

Pull up to our room now, she will not see us now.

What'cha mean? See who? Cinon pulled up, tapping the ground with his tail as he silently slipped into his room.

Angel. She was watching out of a window.

Oh. I didn't see anyone.

You wouldn't. A shadow unbound to the solid world can be as invisible to a normal being as you at night, if they wish to.

She has good feathers.

Hm? Oh, Cinon... You are really thinking now.

She can't see me, can she?

No, nobody can see us, just those with a mental sight.

...Yea, that thing.

She's below, and to the right of the tower. Go in from the bedroom, it will be easier.

Got it.

Cinon slipped out of his tower through the hatch at the bottom, stepping slowly down the steep stairs. Peeking around the hallway, he stopped infront of Angel's doorway.

The window was empty, just like before.

There she is. Her wings are on the right side, just grab a pawfull and run.

I don't see her. Where is she?

Just trust me.

Cinon nodded and stepped in. His tail accidentally caught the door, creaking loudly enough for him to freeze in panic.

Angle heard it snap her head up her eyes went from red to an electric blue surrounding her shadow shape ,she did this when she felt threatened as a shadow.

Well you can see her now (I think), just grab them.

Yea, yea. Just grab them.

Cinon slowly padded closer, avoiding anywhere Angel might suddenly move to. Slowly, steadily, he stopped next to hear, reaching out with a hand he couldn't even see until he knew it was just a clawtip away. Like lightning, he quickly grabbed a pawfull of feathers and made a break for it, trying not to lose the few he held in his hand as he ran across the old wood floor.

(We lost the posts, I'll just continue.)

"Really?" Cinon perked up a little, moving his tail slightly and wincing in pain.

"Ow. Cedric... Cedric said to ask you but I thought you would say no. I'm sorry."

Elsewhere, deep inside an imaginary mansion, Cedric was thinking.

Cinon had changed recently, in all their life he was a playful, innocent, caring cub. He would change his path if he saw an ant in the way. Now he was becoming strong, a fighter, willing to give and take blood just for him.

Maybe Mary was right, maybe he was corrupting him. Maybe...

But in his heart he knew. He wasn't of Mary's world, he wasn't like Angel. He was Cedric, Cinon's brother, and he would die protecting him, as would Cinon.

Dispite it all, he was still unsure how they world would work after they seperated. He felt, for the first time in years, scared.

Thank you))

Mary understood that he would do anyhting to help Cedric he was apart of him just as angel was apart of her. "I must warn you though once he has his own body he will be similar to Angel at night or whatever works for him he will turn into a shadow to make sure he dosen't put to much stress on his body after all for so many years he was on a differnt level or dimension." She explained pulling out a few books she put her hands on her bed and it faded away under it was a blood symbol. "This should do it ,it will separate you two the mind link may still be there and he may be a part of you any time he will is he's and can spread when ever he feels like it." Angel went into Mary's shadow to recover.