#johania

Aoi had made a Drunken Mistake. It was quite often that one would hear about those, horror stories of half shaved heads, or shoddy, home done ass tattoos.

However, fortunately for him, when he woke up to hair that was totally hot pink on the upper half he actually liked it. A lot. It HAD taken him a minute of shock to get used to it, but once he did? He was totally flaunting that shit. He could totally rock hot pink hair, who knew?

So he was holding his head high as he strutted down the hallway, imagining just how brilliant his hair must look, bouncing along in the light.... Until he was distracted by the person coming his direction down the hall. More like, what the person was wearing; a large dress, totally gothic lolita, all the frills and buttons and shit. Totally tacky and he liked it. What he noticed next? He actually KNEW the wearer. The pipsqueak! Jo-whoever.

“What in the hell are you wearing?”

Kai quite often hung around the barn; a little more often than was necessary, probably. Usually when he did he was just helping with chores and the like, but today he was just stopping by to do some cuddling. It was a great stress relief, when tests and homework were starting to pile on. One horse in particular he was really starting to love; a big gray horse who towered over him, but he had come to realize she was quite a gentle giant. He didn’t know who owned her, but he loved her all the same.

“You are so cute!” He cooed, hands gently caressing her muzzle as he pressed little kisses to her soft nose. “I’m sorry I didn’t bring you many snacks today, but I’ll bring you loads more tomorrow, I promise~”

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Going on a little adventure down in the basement of the academy, that is. It was dark and eerie and best of all, quiet and deserted, he’d never seen anyone come down this way and had yet to see anyone else down there. That was his favorite part about it.

But, now he was afraid that this favorite part was going to be the death of him. Because he’d been passing a coffin, casually propped open in a little nook in the wall like it would be in a funeral, only without a body laying at rest within. An empty coffin had certainly been.... Eerie, and he had done his best to give it a wide berth as he tried to move past it, but apparently he hadn’t gone wide enough.

Because just as he was trying to sidle pass, he was quite literally sucked inside, some unseen force yanking him through the air and right into that old, dark coffin. He didn’t have a chance to even try to keep it from snapping shut, and so it did with a loud bang, trapping him in pitch darkness.

The damn top wouldn’t budge. It hadn’t simply fallen shut, it seemed to have been locked as well, and no amount of shoving or kicking was making it do much more than rattle. Not that he could move all that much anyways, not enough to get a lot of leverage, the top was so low and walls so tight he couldn’t even curl up if he wanted to. That knowledge made a few chilly tendrils of claustrophobic panic claw up his throat, but he shoved them down viciously. Panicking would NOT help. Neither would his phone, he found after a quick glance, which of fucking course had no service buried deep underground. He’d have to work on that.

So he did the next best thing. He started yelling; anything he could think of, but a whole lot of fairly foul language like, “SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING COFFIN,” and “I WILL HAUNT ALL YOU COCK SUCKERS IF I DIE IN HERE.” He was Not Happy. He made quite a ruckus with his kicking and squirming as well, pounding on the sides and kicking the top with his heavy boots.

@johan-ia

When he spoke again, Johan started. What did he mean by that…? Then suddenly the world began to burn. Not the world, really. Just this strange and frightening boy before her. But her mind brought back the burning church of just a few nights ago, still raw in her soul. A shriek erupted from her throat as she stumbled back away from the fire, falling to the ground in her efforts. Burning. Why was everything always burning? “Stop! Please!” She screamed, throwing her arm over her eyes. Maybe if she couldn’t see the flames the memories would fade back to the deep part of her mind that they had only just started to recede to.

It was seared into her mind, though. Pheonixes were definitely real.

Kai had always gotten some rather mixed reactions from people whenever he showed off his powers. This was the first time anyone had seemed outright petrified, though. Because that’s certainly what this girl was.

The shriek made him jump out of his skin, arms flailing uselessly in panic as he saw her topple to the ground, and he completely evaporated any fire he had just conjured, looking just like a normal human again in moments.

Johan caught sight of the woman staring and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Did she wave? Did she smile? Did she walk away as though she hadn’t seen her? She decided to go with the first option, holding up a hand with slightly curled fingers in a strange sort of half-wave. Why was she staring so much?

Aoi had paid a visit back to the village he had lived in before, not for any sentimental reasons; he had gone back to one of his favorite places in the world, the Lusty Veela. Before, he had spent quite a few nights there, and he had a feeling that this time around he’d be doing the same exact thing. They were just too good not to, and he was too horny a man to resist.

Now though, he was sated. He’d had a particularly enjoyable time with a pair of twin fairies and now he was sauntering out of the house of sin, lighting a cigarette to perch between his grin-curled lips. Yes, a great night indeed. His companions for the evening had been particularly full of sass, it was something he rather enjoyed...

Letting out a sigh, he stopped and leaned against the wall of the building, blowing smoke softly through his nose and lifting his gaze to the stars. He was ready to enjoy the rest of his evening, and return home to his bed. Hopefully he’d fall asleep in a good mood, for once.

Bobby entered his new dorm room with an expression of gloom. It was strange for the cupid to be in a bad mood, but when he had been relocated, he had not been happy. Moving all of his stuff again was a hassle and something he had not wanted to experience again so soon. However, the deed was done and now he found himself entering his new living quarters. It wasn’t really any different from his own, except now he was living with a stranger who he would have to befriend again. Huffing the male, sauntered over to the bed and collapsed face first into the duvet he had strewn across it, hair sticking to his skin from the dampness of his own sweat. He was so tired and for once the idea of something sweet wasn’t enough to pull him from the fogginess.

However, he didn’t really think his new roommate would appreciate seeing a random person looking half dead to the world. The academy wasn’t too keen on making people aware of new situations, so he hardly thought that a memo had been slipped to whoever his sleeping buddy would be. Even though he tried to will himself to stay awake, the lanky male ended up curling into the duvet, face nuzzled into the sheet as he fell into slumber unaware of when someone would arrive. It didn’t take long apparently, because the sound of the door being opened, had his wings twitching on instinct as he slowly tried to pull himself out of dreamland. It was very disorienting, even more so when he rolled over and tried to make sense of the person standing only a few feet away, eyes barely cracked open. No doubt he looked like a mess with his hair falling in curls around his face, and one sock barely still on. First impressions are supposed to be important right?

Stepping out of the Luna dorms was not like it was normally. What did and did not surprise him from this school rather rapidly became more and more disparate as he continued to stay, but somehow, Pidvone being filled to the brim with balloons and music was less shocking than getting a blinding face full of glitter and pink rubber. It was a cloudy day, and yet it was still a floating, bobbing sea of reflecting, too-bright orbs and he honestly couldn’t see anything. 

One pushed past him into the open door like it had a mind of his own, and he could see the spires of the main building, but the balloons had shed glitter across the grounds and he could maybe make out irregular movements in its copious body that suggested students were surviving the flood. 

First thing: he hated glitter. Second thing: “I’m going to need sunglasses for this, I swear to god.”