The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

[Spirits]

A knock came at the door, late in the afternoon. It was a fairly unusual autumn afternoon in general excluding the quite normal rain that came quite often to town. Even so, no one normally visited you during the rain... Well it rarely occured and today it didn't seem like one of those times where someone was just visiting. It was just one of those instinctual feelings, instinct itself told you it was just not a visitor. You walk down your hallway, you've been down it so many times that not many things are very, notable to you, not even the things that would make your hallway seem 'unique' in any particular way. Looking through your door's peephole you see that, no one is there, or rather no one is standing outside, though there is the sound of a large vehicle leaving the area... a truck of some kind most likely. Curiosity gets the best of you and you finally open the door, only to hear an audible 'clunk' as the door hits something once it's a quarter of the way open. You squeeze through the small space to see what made that sound, perhaps it was a package just left by a mailman.... But who'd deliver a package to you of all people? Not to mention, 'why'. Despite all odds, you see a package, with a small envelope attached to it. This was getting slightly weirder by the second, even so you bring the load inside, it practically fit perfectly in your arms, not too bulky, not too small, it fit snuggly in your arms... somehow.

Setting it down the living room table as you take a seat in the sofa, you open the attached envelope, to read the contents. It was... some sort of brochere like thing, no true context of the package at all, it mentioned an island, however it just seemed to go on, the information in general... Bleach white by all means, no pictures at all, just text in this shiny, metallic lettering which admittedly did look somewhat 'magical' shone in the light. It had no return address, the envelope. It had no return address... Strange...

The cover of the brochure had your name on it, it seemed harmless enough to open it, seeing as how it seemed far too innocent to be anything truly malicious.

It read as followed once you finally read the contents:

Section 1: Out at sea, nestled in a particularly calm bay rests a large man made island. A huge variety of tropical, montane, and temperate flora rested there, many of which took a great strain to grow not only harmoniously but effectively in the unusual conditions the plants find themselves in, growing from standard plant life, up to plants of a more supernatural variety, marvel at the sights, smells and landmarks of our now nationally praised botanical haven. Housing many species of animals of both manner of nature of the natural world or supernatural world living in a delicate but secure balanced ecosystem filled with the very creatures you may have read of in fairy tales or in simple stories, such as wild fairies, anthropomorphic beings, wyverns, wild dragons, wild horses, insects, mammals such as the big cats and many more manners of beast and plant.


Section 2: We possess incredible scientific facilties, that keep many of our facilities powered by utilizing both geo-thermal power and solar power in unison to power every single building and power switch in our institute. Much of our scientific technology was shifted to genetic modification and genetic experimentation and in recent developments we had managed to create facilities that are capable of creating biological marvels that you may create and keep as pets, both to ones own ideal, miniaturized or made to their correct proportions to make sure that there are no extreme dangers that could be considered hazardous.

In a simple context, we have used some of the most brilliant minds to collaborate in our genetic facilities to not only create life, but to also allow one to modify their own appearance to a limited extent which hold truly little difference to some facilities out there, however here, you have the liberty to do what you wish.


Section 3: The calm new modernized buildings supplied with numerous facilities both innocent and less so to provide for many if not all needs. Numerous classes of areas for relaxation and experimentation either with recreational activities exist here, dorms, gyms, clubs, pools and all else needed not just for fun but for aiding those who may be of a more timid nature. Everything here exists to bring comfort to those here, including not just recreation but atheletics, basketball, soccer, football, even lacrosse, and motorcycle races through small private bike areas scattered through remote and secluded parts of the island. Our facilities and dorms are painted with a refreshing flurry of color, color wild and free with the award-winning murals reflecting a mystifying mix of traditional street graphiti art and art containing more abstract forms and shapes. Mixes of gree, blurs of red, yellow, blue, brown and all else in between color the walls. A place for study and for the more creative instinct. The calming serene tunes of classical, or the more extreme intensity of those with a more agressive nature we all aim to please those who attend. Come to our island and enjoy the serene sound of our beaches gently being rocked by the balmy waves of the pristine prussian blue sea. We hope to see you there~

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So was it some kind of... real estate plan for the super rich? Something along those lines? It seemed logically fairly strange seeing as how, you were admittedly not exactly dirt poor but you were not a part of the super-rich class. You barely managed to pass through college and even now in this day and age struggled to find a way to get a job in this day and age. Curiousity pushed you to investigate the package, undoing it, you found it was a pale white box, and upon opening it you found that it was in fact.... a cake, a small one and a congradulatory banner, with it were several papers, that seemed to be slightly more official, you ignored most of the pandering until reaching the mention of your name... You were invited to a brand new institute that had been made out at sea, apparently for supernatural beings like you that had particular interests and abilities which may be useful to society. It was made to help people like you achieve success in society with greater ease, to help hone your skills in a tranquil, haven like enviornment. In a way it was like a huge rehab club, like the ones on tv with all those ex-drug abusers living out in a huge party practically day in and day out. Not to mention that this place was highly looked upon by many other prestigious places... On the sheet provided there was a list of at least a thousand others who'd be going too, among them a certain name catches your eye.

That name, after reading it over and over in your head....

You could swear you heard it before...

College, you heard it back in college, that much you're sure off... or was it high school?

 

[Spirits]

One of the names caught Joseph's eye, it seemed rather familiar to him, but by the look of all this.... It certainly appeared to be rather appealing... To an extent, the mere mention of school or rather education in general made him back away as though he'd spotted someone with 'The Mumps.' In general it was due to his own repulsion to hanging around others in general, he much perfered keeping to himself. Besides that, he was usually the target of teasing... nothing physical, most were afraid to make him angry through physical violence, mainly verbal just to make him cry or to get some kind of reaction out of him... Considering many people thought it was oh-so hilarious that he appeared to be 10 in high-school and in college when he was fast approaching his late teens in truth. Irritating, and yet so many of them wondered what the hell his problem was when he decided to play 'innocent little pranks' on them as a payback... Fucking assholes. Now here he was a wendigo at age 22 aging slowly due to his own anatomy and due to malnutrition... As a wendigo he had to eat a lot, as long as it was food, he had to eat so he grew up not being all too picky...even if he developed innocent little tastes for food despite that... However coming from a poor background he couldn't really get any extreme amounts of food, he often had to drown his appetite in water to keep him from going out to kill something to eat... The result was him starting to slow down in physical age, he looked like a kid even though it- ugh.... It completely irritated him... That was his life... the life of the writer who had yet to get off the ground and become an actual 'somebody'; Joseph Welderösch.


The smoke and grime of old practically decrepit cities grew on some people, some people simply couldn't stand a day out of the urbanized concrete jungles. It was unusual, they never seemed to question why that was, why some children found the quiet more frightening than monsters and ghouls. It was a classic case of 'conditioning', simple psychological conditioning similar to that of the experiments conducted with Pavlov's dog. One who understood that, could just as easily understand how children or even adults found the city more comfortable over the country at least in a single particular aspect. There was much more to consider if one wanted to understand such a phenomenon to a different extent or to a different angle. However that was irrelevant at the moment, it was... ... ... They could never truly give a sort of decent or detailed answer, they went with the simplest answer possibly to keep from thinking too heavily on the topic. 'Home is where the heart is', the most common and the most absurd of answers. Or at least, he found it absurd, absurd to know that this answer was not entirely given out of truth, it was much more common to see that they merely answered as such out of convenience and for a lack of a better term... When did children become so simple-minded? Even though they were of course children, even at his age, they were much brighter than that, they had imagination and the spark of innovation and creativity... They made his childhood quite interesting, but now? They were replaced by idiotic smart-asses who thought they knew everything.


Ugh, why was that important now? These sorts of simple yet somehow meaningful thoughts often plagued his mind. Joseph's mind. However, again, that was irrelevant... Here above in the thick coat of this cities smog, was his not at all humble abode within a large complex of homes, and offices in a now greyed stone building, once in a much less dull tone of ivory, however with age came the signs of said age... His office, or rather what was now his office had things in it which were of course relics of another time. An old wooden desk, fairly worn out, the wood chipping slightly along the edges of the main top of the desk, the handles of the drawers were slightly rusted, not in need of any immediate repair, there were several wood chairs scattered here and there, one or two in the main office, around four in the small kitchen which was in better condition than the desk itself. Everything else was fairly irrelevant, there was a large 'love-chair' and sofa, several boxes of files scattered around the office, large bookcases and small libraries filled with books, all if not most among the 'thick' variety. On the walls were several photos and trophies of his past scholarly achievements in sports and such. Several masks, weapons and even some culturally based trophies such as a mask loosely based on the skull of a dog... Indeed unusual trophies however this was what he was most familiar with, stuff passed down from the family or at least stuff that he found cool. Many books and games littered the floor or were stacked up in large columns here and there in several rooms, the videos oddly were all stored away in large closet, organized in a large bookshelf like structure. At the moment he was merely in his living room, enjoying 'dinner'; stale pizza, or at least he believed it was so, it may have been some unusual sort of lasagna. Here he sat and ate musing to himself, enjoying his own company, unaware of what had been going on in the city below for some time... about a months to be exact, he was never one to read the news or even watch it, it was merely something he didn't enjoy; the news.

Still today looked like one of those rare days he'd have to leave his home to go out and stock up for the next month... to more than likely 'starve' for most of that month. Besides that he at the very least had bunched up enough money from most of his little short novels still being apparently popular to the public, not so much so to get a horde of women on his tail... he would have hated hearing their squealing anyway, he hated attention. He put on a thick black hoodie, put on some small boots and fingerless gloves as he drew his umbrella like a sword, before finally leaving his apartment and he quickly left the area, his wallet, little black book and pencil at the ready. He stepped out deciding to head out to a grocery store or something, he wasn't at all all that warmed up to the idea of going to that place... even if it made a fairly tempting offer... He didn't like being around people and seeing as how there were ex-college students attending there, it'd just be college all over again... Still by the sound of the place it sounded far better than constantly starving

 

[Dementia]

Her letter had come in hours beforehand, while she was in the shower. Once she received the box and read over the paragraphs of information, it clicked. She was being transported to some island like a disease. It was something that made her curious. How did they know she wasn't human? How did they know where she lived? How did they even know of her? She would shrug and get along with her packing. She had mostly clothes and hygienic items to pack, not really anything personal. She would then dress herself, having been walking around the house naked. Oh, well. 

Xaliya was a gorgeous young woman. Her body stood to a modest five foot seven, not too curvy but just enough to where she had a bust and an ass. Her skin was like porcelain, hair like waves of dark, dark chocolate. Her eyes almost like portals into the sky, they were so light. There was only one curse to her looks, that was she would look this way forever. Xaliya was a vampire, of all things. She had learned to live with it ever since college. 

Speaking of. 

She hurries to yank on her clothes. A simple pair of black lacy panties, along with a bra. She then pulls a grey v-neck over her breasts and stomach, straightening her belly button piercing. Next, her dark skinny jeans and belt. Her socks and shoes came last. Above the knee black boots made for a simply put 'badass' look. She blow dries her hair, quickly brushing through it. A swipe of eyeliner, a brush of mascara. Done. 

She moves into her room to look over the other people being sent to the island, one of which stung her memory. She taps her chin with the paper, then shrugs. She looks over her plane ticket and sighs. It was due to leave in six hours. The airport was three hours away. 

She wrestles all of her belongings into her car, almost speeding the whole way there. She waited for her plane to leave, going through her phone, looking at random apps. 

( Hope this is okay. ; ^; )

 

[Spirits]

( It's fine Demi perfectly okay .3.'' ))

Joseph in the end chose to go, even if he didn't want to... He found it better to just go along with it to get something to eat. He by all means wanted to do nothing but at least eat and get himself up off the ground and as a bit more of a success than he already was. He arrived at the airport moments after the vampiress had arrived. He had packed a huge mess of luggage most of it was composed of food, only a small portion of the luggage itself was clothing. Even so, a log train of luggage followed him as he dragged it all to the plane he was boarding. At first he was stopped because he 'was too little to be walking around alone'.

Assholes... idiots...

Again... just one of those things that irritated him about being stuck in his childish form, he pulled out multiple forms of I.D and he had to wait for those forms of I.D to be cleared before he finally got on the plane. He got on only a few minutes before the huge metal monster took off. As he suspected most of the people on the plane were people he knew from college, most of them thankfully didn't really recognize him under the hood of his black hoodie... Thank god for that. At the very least he'd spare himself the agonizing issue of actually 'catching up' with them. He hissed to himself, as he struggled in putting his bags away.

Yet another irritating disadvantage of being this short against his will. Though at the very least it didn't last for long.

A few females, whom Joseph didn't recognize but who more than likely went to college with him, aided him in putting his things away. Most men would say that they developed more than nicely since they'd studied together in college, more than likely due to their full breasts, that just seemed to bounce with each step they took. Still Joseph himself, being a wendigo found himself immune to the charms of the female gender. It was actually quite useful despite what most thought. It allowed him to think far more clearly...and avoid being 'eaten' by succubi back in his college days. Taking a moment to thank the women who aided him, he then took his seat right next to a certain vampiress. When he looked at his ticket again, it was then that he noted that.... it possessed a long array of information, personal information. His name, sex, age, address, occupation and much more about him, it even had names, names that corresponded to who's seated in front of him, behind him, to the left and right. There was only one other male in his... 'group' or whatever one wished to call it. That one name stuck out to him, that person was next to him. "Xaliya", he murmured under his breath at a nearly in audible level, he assumed a pensive expression attempting to understand why this person sounded so familiar, he could have just looked to see who he was seated next to... but he assumed it'd be kind of weird for someone to just stare at someone else in a plane just to figure out who they may be, so he attempted to dig through his memories to try to remember this person.

 

[Dementia]

Once Xaliya arrived on the plane, she shoved her bags into the bag holder above her seat. She noticed a couple women helping out a child. She smirks and flops back down into her seat. Xaliya would cross her legs and sit back, opening some more paper work and reading over them. She never once took a look at who she was sitting by, she could smell what they were. She makes a disgusted look before nearly jumping out of her skin as she heard her name being said. She looks to the source in which it came from, the child next to her.

"Excuse me?" she asks, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Her blue eyes look over the male's small form and she does everything she can to hold back a snicker. She could drain him dry in a couple minutes. She sniffs the air, grimacing at how filthy he was. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. She had been noticing looks since she got out of her car. Sigh. Xaliya leans over the small male, her raspberry scented conditioner must've been intoxicating the male. "What do you want?" she states, her voice lilted with her italian origin.

 

[Spirits]

It was in the middle of him attempting to tune out the sounds of others talking and bickering, that he heard a nearly purr like muse from next to him. He turned looking at Xaliya, with an eyebrow raised, it was then that one could see that his skin had no true blemishes, sure there were small cuts and such that littered his hands and face but they were so close to insignificant that they didn't matter. His skin was a flawless tan. Once he made eye-contact with her, he grimaced, now recalling her from his memory. "...Oh... it's you." He would have addressed her by name however he assumed that she'd probably recall him with greater ease.

He took out a small scarf he'd kept in his pocket to keep his neck warm once it got late, he wrapped it tightly around his neck, making it evident that he knew she was a vampire. Yes... he knew her from college... He utterly disliked her, she hadn't teased him in the past, if not 'molested' him for kicks, doing all sorts of pretty filthy things to his things and in front of him. At first it didn't bother him because he wasn't entirely certain if they were trying to get some sort of reaction out of him or if they actually wanted to get in his pants... He leaned more on the latter seeing as how no one would ever be so persistent to just get into someones pants. They kept it up until he finally lost his temper and nearly demolished his own dorm in said fit of rage. He was confined to his room for a while, and of course most of the people who picked on him in college just saw it as a better chance to get him kicked out. He muttered swears under his breath, honestly repulsed that he had to sit by her.

 

[Dementia]

Xaliya watched him cover his neck and giggled, sparkling white teeth in view. Especially her elongated canines. "Joseph. It's been awhile," she purrs, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her dark chocolate locks fell over her shoulder, sky colored eyes looking over him. She wasn't even using her charm, wondering what the male would do. Xaliya never bothered with anyone in college, especially the book worm next to her. She smiles innocently at him, surprised he recognized her after her transformation. Before being a vampire she was almost an eye sore to all, but since being turned, her body had filled out, compared to her stick of a being beforehand. Her eyes sparkled with a devious lust and her hair shone even in moonlight. She looked to be a model of sorts, but it was her accent that lured most. She grasps a lock of his hair and twirls it in between her fingers. "How has life been to you?" she lulls, continuing to smile.

Xaliya had been in numerous gangs since she graduated, her heightened senses having gotten her kicked out. She was too skilled for most of the people in the slums. That's when she was hired by more healthy people to tail their spouses or competition in business. She had made quite a living. College had come easy to her, extremely so since she had no friends as distractions. She shook her head, his healing wounds dragging her back to reality. His dried blood reaked and it took her all of her might not to throw up on his shoes.

 

[Spirits]

"Yeah, has been a while...You haven't changed at all from the insufferable pest you were in college." He said with a frown, seeming to pay no mind at all to Xaliya. He still saw her exactly as she was in college, he didn't really care about her sudden transformation. It was surprising though, again wendigo were immune to sex appeal by nature, they were all concerned more about eating and killing... Such is no exaggeration, many wendigo in lore are as such: murderous beasts often times more inhuman than human, however in a few cases they could sate the beast if they fed constantly. In Josephs case, he found a loophole in such a thing... Though he didn't 'eat', he drank and drank until filling his bottomless belly. It was the best he could do. Even now he felt a little light-headed due to the lack of nutrition, and sustenance. He breathed out moving her hand away from his hair, his hands were lightly scarred, his fingernails seemed odd, they didn't resemble fingernails entirely, the feel of them was much too smooth, much to cold, nearly metalic to the touch. "Eh, you know... Swings and misses in the writing gig.... I'm assuming you've gotten ahead in life...or am I wrong?" He said with a frown.

The smell of blood that drenched his hoodie wasn't his, he usually went out in his hoodie to go eat live prey. Usually big animals, like big dogs or wolves, the occasional cat, or even humans if hunger hit him that much. He usually cleaned up his stuff pretty well, and in fact he never left any left overs from live victims, he ate them and cleaned every last bit of them up, there was no form of dna evidence, no evidence to pin him to any of the killings... though it didn't matter seeing as how he usually killed petty pedophiles or rapists who'd made the mistake of actually trying to trap him.... Filthy idiots.

 

[Dementia]

"You were never any fun," she pouts, sitting up straight. She noticed a male watching her across the walkway. He was quite a bit older with his greying hair and wrinkled face. Xaliya smirks. "I bet he's delicious," she purrs lowly, running her tongue over her elongating canines. She was a daring type, purposely acting up in public now to show people what she could so and they couldn't. Xaliya turns her head to look down at Joseph, raising an eyebrow. "Life doesn't look like it's been good to you," she murmurs, stretching her legs out. She heard a couple idle conversations, easily able to eaves drop for a couple seconds before she got bored.

Xaliya looks up as the 'buckle up' button showed. They were landing soon. The two hour flight was nothing to the boat ride they were taking to the island. She would grab Joseph's items and drop them on the floor beside him before picking up her own. Since there was a crowd, she merely floated off, and then to the boat. Many other people were there, including other vampires. Xaliya was grateful it was foggy outside, the sun blocked out. She couldn't help but to look a bit sinister in her boots and her guitar that was put away in its case. Xaliya managed to see the male stumbling out and she giggled, setting her bags down before floating around the boat, out of human vision.

 

[Spirits]

"Yeah well it's never really 'fun' to enjoy being picked on by a vampiress with an over active libido as well as an overly active hunger for blood." He said with a frown and a small grumble. By all means he hoped that she would get hers... Though he doubted anything would happen... If there was a god, he was certainly lazy... No good turns of events had come by all means, no one single good thing had ever happened to him... Where was the justice in that? Still griping about it wouldn't help either, so he just shut himself into his thoughts letting his eyes wander to and fro, there were several humans aboard the plane, not many though, there were far more supernatural beings, more of their kind, werewolves, infernal beings, lamias, many more, many of all kinds. It was then that he recalled those females that aided him, though it was the greatest paradox of lore, they were 'arch-succubi'. Succubi who could easily overcome their lust with their repressed intellect, and who possessed powers superior to more common succubi. They held similarity to the incubi, often regarded as the lords of shadow, the arch-succubi were regarded as the 'valkyries' of shadow and transfiguration or something of the sort. Thankfully though they were indeed 'sinister' by nature at the very least their intellect kept them sufficiently leveled to keep them 'human' or rather to care for others as a human would. Though he wasn't particularly fond of the fact that they were succubi, he supposed he was happy to see them, after all, whenever they saw someone picking on him, they quickly interviened and provided a 'distraction' for him to get away... He supposed he should thank them once they could talk...

Upon arrival onto the island he was taken aback by the fog that shrouded the island, it was quite thick, much thicker than the fog of conventional human measures... Several officials of the institute, dressed in white suits, thick white suits holding similarities to a sort of blend between hazmatsuits and plain wintersuits. Though unusual it was evident that they were supposed to be important, they guided the students in towards the interior of the institute and... Joseph was actually quite surprised, it wasn't a hoax, the huge island had a confusing array of flora and fauna, most of the more harmful fauna was kept behind fences in a large territory near the interior of the island, while the rest, horses, cats, dogs, birds, reptiles, fairies, small salamanders, large bird like beasts, and even more unusual arrays of animals existed there, though... even then it was difficult to see every single creature in the immense fog. The officials said that they were taking them towards the main part of the institute towards the plaza as the headmistress was going to give a speech of the codes and conduct. Along with her was an independent bunch of scientists who operated on the island as doctors and biologists, being the caretakers of much of the wildlife. Joseph smiled briefly to himself... So far he wasn't disappointed

 

[Dementia]

Xaliya had slipped onto land, looking around in awe. She was tickled by all the species around her. It nearly fried her brain. She would see a couple people from college and run over, catching up with them. Joseph was all but polite, the asshole. She hardly messed with him in college so why was he so cruel? No matter. Her dark locks fell to her waist, the loose curls easily flowing with each movement she made. Once they started migrating to here they were going to be spoken to, she walked alone. She was the only vampire because she couldn't smell any others. That only led to think she would have a lot of restrictions. Especially on her feeding. She groans inwardly. Speaking of. Her blue eyes were slowly fading to purple, then red. Over the next couple hours.

During the speech, she began breathing a tad heavier than usual, her temple throbbing. Her hands were clammy as the were shoved into her jacket pocket. She swallows uneasily, looking about. Her legs felt weak but she tried focusing on the speech, weaving in and out of consciousness even though she remained standing. 

 

[Spirits]

Joseph frowned, per usual, for any education system, she explained why she founded the institution in the first place, all other relevant things, though what stuck out to him was a particular part, she hadn't mentioned were rules, she explained everything else... The outline of the day, how things would go... In general it was no different than doing what one normally did: wake up, eat breakfast, play, work and improve ones skills in their work area in one of their facilities, free time, work in the evening, have fun at night, sleep. To him it seemed odd, so he spoke up. "Excuse me?" For a moment Joseph felt the eyes of roughly a thousand or more on him, it was rather aggravating but he had to know or rather at least understand. "...Are there no rules here?" She flashed a small smirk, the headmistress was a rather elegant sultry appearing woman, most of her form was concealed in a large rather puffy black robe, though her figure was quite well developed and it was evident she was too one of the supernatural community. If anything she was quite beautiful, she stepped down allowing a scientist to take the stand.

The scientist, under the cover of the mask answered instead. "...There are a minimum of rules. There is to be no homicide, no rape, nor murder, nor any illegal activities involving thievery, and in a nutshell all other rules that usually would be in place in college... However... You are free to publicly display affection for one another, one may settle their disputes in combat, one may gamble..." The list of things that were allowed went on for a while, a few shocked expressions mixed with confusion and glee appeared in scattered pockets in the crowd. Walking around nude was allowed, the scientist went on until reaching a point where he had to explain a rule in particular detail, sex. Sex was all good here, however... the limit had to be defined. "...It is with this unusual series of circumstances, that one may only sleep with one of the younger age range only if it is consentual and not at all forced." The legallity of this rule was debated upon, they had to be sticklers on this rule to keep themselves from getting shut down... He went on to say that more information will have to be dug up on their own

Soon they were being herded off to their dorms, and with that, another unfortunate twist of fate brought the two together again. It wasn't certain whether or not they'd have to share the same dorm.... But the dorms were co-ed, more than likely Joseph wouldn't be able to get any sleep knowing how many people would probably try to take advantage of the lack of rules. He frowned to himself, walking by Xaliya, he turned to look at her seeing her condition and how disoriented she appeared to be. "....Xaliya, are you feeling alright?" Though he despised the girl, he couldn't help but feel a little concern seeing how sickly she appeared to be.

 

[Dementia]

Xaliya was almost crazed with blood lust as the woman explained everything. She didn't hear half of it. No worry. She'd just look it up later. Xaliya began stumbling off to her dorms, only to jump as Joseph came up beside her. She looks down at him, her eyes a faint gray colour. "I-...I'm fine," she grumbles, her words enlaced with a small lisp due to her fangs at their full, two inch length. She managed to find her dorm room number at the directory at the bottom and trudged to the elevator. She was surrounded by beating, throbbing pulses and it almost drove her to insanity. She sprints down the hall, only to find out her door would open by a thumb print. She tilts her head and presses her thumb to it, only to be greeted by a soft, mechanic exhale as the door opened.

Her belongings had already been carried and the room was very dark. The window had blackout shades and deep, rich crimson curtains. The crimson didn't stop there. Her bed was covered in it. The lacy black and red completed her side of the room, while other side, which belonged to her room mate was simply black. They had two mini-fridges, two bookshelves, two beds, two desks, two dressers, and two closets. But they all were the same. Only her side of the room was more to her taste. Xaliya sighed and opening the fridge up. It was packed with blood. She nearly squeaked as she pulled three bags out and drained them in seconds. She sighs softly and sits back on her surprisingly comfy bed. She lays back, door open from when she walked in.

 

[Spirits]

Joseph had to go through a similar process that Xaliya went through when he finally entered his own room, he was almost disappointed by the fact that he wasn't Xaliya's roommate, almost disappointed, due to the fact that she at the very least talked to him before. Still that little feeling of disappointment didn't last very long, they were neighbors, right next door to each other. He was more concerned about checking out his room, and upon seeing it...he was by all means taken aback, the room appeared to be fully accommodated to him, spacious, painted white, sterile, completely plain to try to keep him at a sort of calm. To prevent a possible psychological reaction from him. When he checked the room, he found most things to be as Xaliya had found her room, though in his case, there was only one true key difference one fridge was significantly larger than the other. One basic mini-fridge and next to it a large fridge built to house enough food to at least qualify as a meal to him, he'd still starve a little unless he decided to leave for food... Though still at the very least he had some sustinance. The other half of his room was... pink, baby-blue, several arrays of light colors, spontaneous, he frowned at the sight of this, what's more the other bed was much larger. He sat there deciding to at least get settled, that is until he heard several giggles come from outside his room, he remembered those giggles.... those succubi from the plane ride... Oh god no.

A shy little voice seemed to murmur behind Xaliya, "...Um...Excuse me..." It was a dwarf, a little dwarf male, seeming to be still.... small. Despite being already eighteen, his form and appearance in general was...quite adorable, his hair reached down to his waist being slightly unkempt, and shaggy, though his face was practically 'carved' out of marble, the perfect image of a child. He wore bulky looking clothing, that looked quite troublesome to walk around in, though he seemed to move around fine. The voice he spoke in was light, semi-effeminate. He had several markings that streaked along his face and along his body, traditional. He was a traditional, country dwarf. There was not much to say about him, he was quite well versed as a handy-man, good at repairing most things that had metal. He was chuckling nervously. "Sorry if I was disturbing you."

 

[Dementia]

Xaliya would sit up slowly, looking down at the dwarf below her. He smelled of dirt and sweat. She groans and flops back, crossing her legs as she chunks the empty blood bags in the trash. "You weren't disturbing me," she says boredly, kicking her foot a bit. Deciding to at least be a little bit nice, she sits up. Xaliya rested her hands in her lap, blue eyes looking over him. "So. You're a what?" she says slowly, smiling down at him. She could hear easily the many giggles in the hallway and the stench of lust. She nearly threw up as one entered the room next to her.

"So you like the darker things?" she asks, looking towards his very black side of the room. She raises an eyebrow, yawning lightly. The sun was going down and soon she would get her vamp on. They didn't have a curfew so she was able to do as she pleased. She ran a finger over her bottom lip to catch a couple drops of blood before licking her finger clean.

 

[Spirits]

"Umm... it's traditional, and yes.. I'm not very fond of bright colors, it makes my eyes ache." He said admittedly with a nervous chuckle as he brought his things indoors. He seemed quite upbeat in his own...timid way, he didn't seem that unpleasant in the least. "I'm a dwarf, erm.... A metal-working dwarf if you want to get technical." He said as he put his clothes away, what little clothes he brought with him anyway. Most of the things he brought with him were shockingly small metal ores, most of them were common ores found in the human's realm, only one or two were of the supernatural world, he brought a small mobile black-smithing kit with him, nothing at all major, he probably wouldn't be able to fit his entire workshop in his cases. "S-so yeah... I kinda look like a kid, but I'm actually close to turning nineteen...or was that twenty.." He said giving it some thought. "A-Anyway, I hope we can hang out some time, it's been a while since I've actually 'hung out' with anyone... I kinda get immersed in my work.." He said taking a seat on his bed.

Joseph sighed a little, he felt exhausted already knowing he'd have to put up with these succubi, not that they weren't unpleasant, in fact they seemed to be quite polite. He was just irritated knowing he'd have to avoid their advances... knowing them they could only repress their lust for only so long. Just stay calm, if they tried it, he'd just revert to his wendigo form and that'd be the end of it... Just try saying 'hi'- Oh sure, how was he going to do that? Being holed up in his apartment for so long took a huge toll on his social skills... Hell most of what he said to Xaliya was just...stuff. It's not as though he really felt angry about what she did so long ago, it was just the first thing that came to mind. Focus... Focus. He inhaled, and breathed out, "...H..." Nothing.. I can't do this, I CAN'T DO THIS! he practically screamed in his mind. He hadn't felt this awkward since that time he forgot his wallet at home and he had this huge mess of food to buy. He was right there at the cashier and it was at that moment where the world itself seemed to end. No, he was stronger than this, just say 'hi' or at least start the conversation or something, Wait, if you remembered them from the plane, then you could use that for a conversation starter, just do it! "Oh, it's you three... f-from the plane." Success.

 

[Dementia]

Xaliya looks over him and smiles a bit before standing to her full height. She begins unpacking her clothes and minimal trinkets. It was mostly books and pictures from college. The billboard was decorated in a matter of minutes, the in-wall bookshelf soon following. She had very eery trinkets in which her blood turner had given her before setting her out into the word. One of which was her blood knife, the item in which held his blood so she would always be able to defend herself. Her clothes were hung in the closet, as well as the dresser. The room was fairly large for two magical beings to live in. Of course she didn't mind. Her side of the room looked more secretive. With the candles and dark colors. She soon set up her laptop and the desk area. All of which, she floated around and about, hanging posters and such like. She turns to the other and floats to his side of the room, curiously looking over everything. "20 is it?" she asks, smiling. "I'm 23." She giggles a bit before floated back to her side of the room. "Quite a youngster to be in this institute, no?"

The one succubus that hung behind looked like a child. She waves at him, smiling slightly. "Ah, I think my sisters helped you with your things, no?" she answers. This was Lillian, named after the sinning woman in the bible herself. Lillian was a petite girl. Her soft blonde locks fell to her rib cage, big brown eyes only helping her innocent appearance. She had a chest to be proud of, as well as a back end. But she was oddly......short. She maybe made it to five foot, highly doubtful though. She had on a soft, cream colored dress that fell to her knees, along with simple slipper shoes. Her side of the room matched her completely. Pastel colors and a soft looking appearance. She begins unpacking, her wardrobe like that of a porcelain dolls. She was soon finished, pictures of her slutty sisters and her innocent self, child books and mostly poetry as well. She seemed practically perfect but of course, she was a succubus. Never to be trusted. 

 

[Spirits]

"Well... It's not like I was that well known as a metal-worker before.." he said grimly, he said then plopping back onto his bed. "This is actually surprisingly comfortable... By the looks of it, it seemed kind of.... stiff..." He said as he then wiggled around on his bed in glee seeming to enjoy his bed greatly. He set up his things nearly by his bed side. He looked over to Xaliya, "Erm... If you don't mind me asking... Why are you here, you seem very well off, and....you actually seem to be... in erm... better condition yourself unlike me." he said with a chuckle referring to how clean she was in contrast to his scarred body stained by soot and filth from the underground.

"Ah one of your sisters, It's nice to meet you, your sisters were actually quite helpful and I appreciated their help... If you get the chance could you tell them that I was grateful and asked you to tell them thanks for me?" he said as he got himself set up, putting several oddities around the bookshelf. He put a large elk skull near the top of the shelf and placed several trinkets of his on his side of the wall including several dreamcatchers.

 

[Dementia]

"Well, apparently I was the only vampire they could find," she floats up towards the ceiling, finding a perfect place to hang and sleep from there. She floats around the room. Her hair flows easily around her body, the chocolate brown locks silk to the touch. She looks to the dwarf before floating up beside him. "Don't touch my fridge and I'm sure we'll be at a mutual standstill," she giggles before executing a couple loops in the air, only to hover above her bed with her legs crossed. "How about you? You seem a bit roughed up."  Xaliya looks over his small frame and hums to herself, stretching her legs out in front of her briefly. 

Lillian wanders over to his side of the room to look over his shelves. She smelled of soft vanilla and sunshine. She briefly runs a hand over the skull before feeling the animals spirit and stepping back into the area of her side of the room. She hops atop her bed only to wiggle around, it was a water mattress. She places an index finger to her bottom lip. This is going to come in handy later, she thinks, running a hand over the soft sheets. She crosses a smooth leg over the other. "Well, introductions are to be in order, no?" she asks, batting her lashes at him. 

 

[Spirits]

"Um... I don't drink blood, or like it very much, so...haha I think you don't have much to worry about." He said with a small chuckle. He turned red, seeing Xaliya's legs streched out, they were flawless, notably well taken care of, he turned away, picking up smaller bits and bobs from his belongings. "Y-yeah... nothing to worry about at all." he muttered, soon taking off his armor, with a small huff. His form was fairly thin. Very much so, however there were indications that he was fairly strong despite the fact that he appeared to be malnourished. He plopped back onto his bed rolling around on it. "This is sooo comfy~"

"...I suppose so?" He was fairly surprised by the succubi's behavior, he didn't know exactly where her intentions rested which lead him to assume a more cautious approach. "...Why don't you introduce yourself? I don't have much to say about myself really, I imagine you have much more to say than I possibly could." He said as he took a seat on his plush mattress, quite soft, very much so, but in some areas the matress was firm.

 

[Dementia]

The vampiress only giggles, floating into an upright position before looking at him. "Well. They did coordinate these rooms to our liking," she states. She moves around quite easily, placing more books and what not upon the shelves. "I'm assuming we'll begin being there subjects tomorrow," she murmurs, standing on the ground briefly to turn to him. "I'm going to get this out of the way now, alright?" she says lightly. "I am a vampire. I am a /virgin/ vampire. In any case, where my feeding gets out of hand, do not submit to my seduction. Okay?"

Lillian only giggles and hops up. "My name is Lillian, sister to Lira and Lena. I am a lovely, energy feeding succubus," she bows, smiling over at him angelically. "You are?" Lillian was all too tickled that she was sharing a room with a male. Though, of right now, he didn't seem to have any sexual energy, which upset her slightly.

 

[Spirits]

The young dwarf looked at her with confusion, he was vaguely familiar with vampire lore. They were so popular to humans, who wouldn't have known about them? However upon her mentioning her virginity. He honestly grew confused as to what the big deal was. He didn't want to be seduced, of course not. Yet he couldn't help but ask, as it was his own curiousity that was driving him to understand the vampiress a little more. So he asked her, "...U-um... okay..." Well he didn't ask her then, but in the next line he was. "...U-Um... if you don't mind me asking... W-Why is it such a big deal?" There we go.

"Joseph. Nice to meet you." He replied almost mechanically. "I am a wendigo." He said plainly and at that point it probably made sense as to why his refridgerator was so big. He smiled politely at her...even if he was more than uncomfortable being in the same room as her.