First Day of Class, Weapon Training. [Open]

What had he gotten into? The man didn't know. The twins seemed nice at first, but then they got mad at each other only to get mad at him. He wanted to laugh and after a small break of the accusations, he did. It wasn't everyday that his students would try and intimidate him. Even less so with first years. His laughter ended in a crooked smile left on his face as he looked at the two Nymphs. "I'm sorry ladies, but you'll have to try a -lot- harder for you to be the slightest bit intimidating." He said and then Elevine bit her thumb. 

The blood dripped on the ground and he sighed. "For the love of..." He shook his head. "A Nymph that controls air and what I do believe is an abomination in the name of the household for the twin." He said, keeping his eyes glued to the blood dripping before he heard a voice behind him. A voice he should have expected, the whole spirit being made to stop conflicts and all. He nodded out of context, but trying to assure Osyth that he had gotten the message. "It goes to say, I am well aware of your powers and in control in my class." He called out, half to Osyth, half to the twins.

His eyes gazed to the student he now remembered, the morning's haze lifting a bit. "As I said to your brother, Reoánaigh, class hasn't started yet and should be starting in half an hour." He said to the girl who was a boy a minute ago. Then he saw noticed the blood stopped dripping and sighed. "Oi, Elevine. I'm warning you only one time. Drop the blood weapon your making and take a seat. I will not have fights on the first day of classes." He said, desperately trying to damage control the situation, even though he knew that his little outbursts and comments were never there for those types of reasons.

"That's a lot of weapons you got there, sir." He heard the second twin say. "Why thank you, Eyildr. I have collected these weapons from my travels... over the years that I've lived. You have weapons for all tastes here, and it is my job to teach you how to use them before you get to a higher class." He confirmed, thanking the gods for this change in pace as the Nymph seemed to calm down and the weapons stopped shaking on their racks.

Osyth watched as Pharos regained control of his classroom from the nymph mostly by intimidation, which Osyth approved of wholeheartedly. Nothing like a bit of scaremongering to get the blood boiling even more. Speaking of blood, the white-haired nymph seemed to be rather preoccupied with her blood, which Osyth couldn't speak much for. He was focused on the drops of blood dripping from the nymph's thumb to the floor when Pharos said "It goes to say, I am well aware of your powers and in control in my class." to the twins. Osyth had to hand it to him, despite Lucent's usual disposition, the fire spirit did possess the capability for subtlety.

Understanding that he now had free reign in the classroom, Osyth decided to position himself in such a way to keep a closer eye on things. On the way, he finally recognized the third student present, the twins that shared a body. An awful lot of twins in this room, Osyth noted. The girl seemed to be in charge at the moment, and was asking Lucent for the time. And it seems none of them have a sense of time.

He made it to his newly-chosen corner just as Lucent finished his little speech on the rack of weapons he had pulled out. Osyth rolled his non-existent eyes. He truly did not understand the other spirit's obsession with artificial weaponry. Osyth had yet to meet a weapon that he could not, if not outright destroy, then at least put to a stop with his bare hands. When he finished, the black-haired nymph sort of sneaked her way over. She seemed to inspect the weapon when a smirk stole across her face. "Of course, if the weapons were under the supervision of a water spirit, they would be in a way better state, but a girl can't ask for the moon," she said.

Osyth probably would have choked if he had a throat and he'd have clapped if he'd had hands. He decided he liked this new nymph; anyone who stood up to Pharos so brazenly on their first class was either an idiot or had guts, and the girl didn't seem like an idiot to Osyth.

As if to prove his point, her gaze drifted over to his corner. Osyth froze until it drifted away. Okay, he thought, she definitely noticed me.

"What kind of creature are you?" she asked coldly.

Osyth was about to reveal himself, his cover blown, until he realized that she was addressing Ayanna. Well then, he thought, better find a new hiding place.

Making sure that the nymph looking away, Osyth quickly made his way across the ceiling to the opposite corner. If she found him there again, then screw it. It's not like she knew what or who he was anyways. Either way, he was curious as to how Lucent was going to handle her when she blew up, as Osyth was sure she was going to. 

Bundled up under his blankets, Ramiel was sleeping deeply after the long hours of stress from yesterday. He had arrived at the school two days ago and yet it already felt like an eternity, having locked himself up in his room after being accepted by the headmistress and trying to ease himself into this new and strange world by reading all that he could find in the book they had been given. There wasn't a whole lot of details in it but he could at least understand the basic type of...beings he could encounter here. Nymphs were perhaps the ones that baffled him the most, the simple fact that they truly existed making him question a whole lot of things. But outside of that he had barely moved, sneaking outside once to grab some food when nobody was looking and then hiding himself from society again. The next day he had only gotten out in the morning, grabbing whatever he could for the day and staying inside. He had seen and explored the place and its map the day before and he wanted to avoid meeeting anyone else right now. This whole place mixed with his...particularity just screamed back things waiting to happens, at least to him.

Of course the peaceful break he had allowed himself to take in a well earned slumber was disrupted by the ringing of a his alarm clock on his cellphone, which he tried to ignore, stirring and turning until he let out an eventual groan of defeat and reached out for the device. Rubbing his eyes, he stared at the hour and oh my god it was so late. Suddenly he felt very awake, sitting up suddenly like a spring and checking to be sure if his sleepy state hadn't just caused him to see badly. Oh fuck me. He jumped up to his feet and hurried up as he opened his luggage he hadn't even undone yet, digging through the layers to find proper clothes.
"Why didn't you wake me up?!"
The demonic presence finally shown itself, even though it seemed to have been there all along. Long, thick curly locks of red hair pushed out of her face as she floated as if sitting casually in the air, she shrugged with her irritating smile, her blue eyes glancing over to the young human.
"Because I can't. Since when can I do that? You're sure you're not just hallucinating Portal?"

"You can totally wake me up." He grumbled under his breath while ignoring the nickname, not daring to speak up against the other wordly being much more than that. He couldn't let her get mad on his first day or he would get in big trouble. Laying out all he needed on his bed- well more like throwing it all in a big pile honestly- he took a quick jump in the shower before dressing up. Black pants, a blue shirt and a regular ol' good black hoodie. Simple as hell, but he didn't want to stand out anyway. Adjusting his hair in the mirror in a few seconds, he put on his socks and shoes and ran out as he adjusted the skin colored glove on his prothestic hand. It still looked like a glove but it was less noticeable and that would be enough.

Running down the hall, he looked at his watch and let himself breath again but not slow down. It wasn't nine yet, he was fine, but he still didn't want to be late. A few minutes later and he was in front of the class' door, stopping himself outside to catch his breath from his sudden sprint. Fuck he felt out of shape.
Swallowing, he peeked inside to see just what he had to prepare himself for, his stomach tied in a tight knot as he saw the students already filling up the room a little. What the fuck was he getting himself too?
He took in a deep breath and pushed the door open, slipping inside the room and trying to attract as little attention as possible as he headed toward one of the free spot slightly more on the side. Adie was present by his side as she almost always was, but as he had managed to convince her last night she smothered and kept down her spirit so that it wouldn't be as noticeable. Even so it was still present so it's not like she was fully invisible. Ramiel had nearly no presence himself, the fact he was neither alive nor dead perhaps surpressing that aura all together so it worked for them, if your senses weren't accurate enough you could be fooled to believe her aura was his'.

Everyone looked so tense and on the edge, especially the two young looking girls- who looked quite alike. Twins? One had striking white hair with pink eyes, confirming to him the fact that she was clearly a magical being. Maybe one of these nymphs? The other had black hair with a few stripes, and intense blue eyes- was she one of them too? Fuck this was just stressful. The other student that caught his attention was the tall, graceful looking woman with these strange blue like markings on her arms and- wings? What was even going on. While he was stressing over all these not so small details, Adie was feeling herself get a bit bored, analysing the room but on a whole other level than her vessel. The teacher got her attention, as she felt he looked- kind of familiar. She had existed for so long, and he certainly wasn't young so maybe they had met before? Or maybe it was just a look alike. There was no way to tell, you forgot things after being there for so long. She could also sense another spirit- maybe a guardian spirit of some kind? Since she couldn't see him. She shrugged it off and decided not to tell the little human. After all, why would she? There was no fun in that.
If anything she just wondered who could sense her, even less see her. Even if her form was humanoid right now, perhaps the weaker ones able to even just feel she was around could see a vague, less descrivable form. She nearly smiled a little bit. This would be fun to see. 

The class seemed to be calming down, which was a great thing for him. No more tension... or so he hoped. "Of course, if the weapons were under the supervision of a water spirit, they would be in a way better state, but a girl can't ask for the moon," He heard the young Nymph say. "Why yes of course! We'd all be drowning in a submerged class with those rusty fork weapons you call trident." He said, staring at the Nymph with a humorous look on his face. "Now! If you guys could please take a seat so I can start taking attendance as people walk in?" He asked politely. He was drawing on the last straws of his patience. Another outburst would probably have someone with a second degree burn on their faces in the few instances after that. He'd walk over to one of the blades, taking it up in his hand before flipping it in his hand.

While doing so, he often took quick glances at where he had felt his peer move too. The spirit not having left his class, and he knew this. It took a few moments before a new face arrived. A young boy this time. He had begun to think that his whole first class would be ladies only. He once again opened his book, flipping through its pages. While he did so, his eyes flared open for a moment as he looked up. He had finally felt the second trace that followed the newcomer. You're getting slow, he thought to himself as he quickly brushed it off. His eyes were kept on the boy as he went to sit down in the corner. He coughed in his hand. "Hello, mind introducing yourself? I don't like shy kids in my class because more often then not they're good at something. Most of the times it's swordplay. So come here so I can see your face properly." He said, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible. Who knew what this kid was? But the fact that there was something -else- following him around, there was a problem there.

"While I'm seeing to the boy, the rest of you pick up a weapon that seems to feel right in your hands." He glanced over to Elevine. "Oh, and I do not permit use of personal weapons in my class. I want you to get used to the weapons here so you can have a feel of what exam weapons will be like. So if you would please put your collection of knives, which I'm guessing you have more then one, over one this rack." He said, having gotten up and walked over to another door which he opened to pull out another rack, this one empty. "Personal preference I have." He said, looking at the Nymph who's hand had been previously cut.