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Sophie pretended not to notice as she walked out.

((Hey Emily, I think I have a character who could possibly make her feel better.))

((Okay, that could be interesting.))

((So her dorm?))

((Not right this second, but for later tonight that sounds good.))

((Okay.))

Nimue sauntered into the school, her eyes slowly dragging across the room, taking it in, piece by piece. Pathetic, she thought, this pales in comparison to the old Academia and the sacred schools of the Old Faith. It's halls are all boringly modern and lack individuality - copied from other schools, so unoriginal - perfect for the mindless sheep that attend here. I wonder if I'll find anyone worthy of recruiting to the Cause. She smiled, it was a very likely possibility, this place being a place of magic, even if it did not look like one. It should be a castle, some grand palace, but it was a mere structure of drywall and tiles. A commoner's place. Yet it taught those of powerful blood.

Anastasia leaned against a wall, eyes alight with insanity. She smiled to herself as she looked around at the pathetic averages. Well they weren't averages in the way that they are normal powered, but more like normal brained. Everyone there was annoying because of their lack of brain power. She sighed and looked down at her shoes.

She saw a child, a girl whom she saw herself reflected in. Arrogant. Prideful. Vain. Stubborn, possibly. She smiled a deadly smile a she made her way to this girl. "Hello there," her silk-like accent rolled off of her tongue as she approached. "Don't tell me you attend this tiresome school?" She said. She'd play with the girl's own flaws to see if she had the metal of the Cauldron.

Anastasia glanced at her with a bored expression and noticed her pressure points that she would push if she wished to get the other girl angry. "I would say the same thing about you, although I doubt that you came here because of force, unlike myself." She then shifted her gaze back to the other people in the school and wondered how they survived in their odd little brains.

Lucifer couldn't believe he was here, a school? He was thousands of years old, what else could he possibly learn? sure, he had missed most of the world's development while he was in the cage, but nothing too serious. He was too busy pondering on his thoughts that he did not notice the girl that was in front of him, he crashed into her. How could he have been so clumsy!? He was an archangel for Father's sake!
"Hey, watch where you're going!"

Nimue laughed, "I'm not student. I'm here to recruit men and women, like yourself, for my organization. We are seeking talented individuals." She said, waving her hand to dismiss the assumption that she'd attend a school like this.

"I'm sorry, but I do not wish to enjoy your cute little club," she said with a pitying smile. "Now go run along and find someone else because I work alone and do not wish to get myself involved in anything that I do not have power over."

Nimue shook her head, "How sad, and such a waste. I will remember this, should we meet again, when the Cauldron succeeds in its plans." She said, a half threat. Should her magic return to Earth, those who do not follow the Cauldron will not be spared. And this girl had potential. Such a waste, to throw it away. But she could not change their rules. She gave her the chance. She drew a cruel smile as she walked off.

"Excuse me! I think you should be more careful, or you might get hurt" he said in a caring voice but a threat underneath, this girl had a peculiar appearance but hell, he created demons, he didn't mind.

"Well, you were just standing there, and watch your tone!" He glared, he honestly didn't know what had made him so angry, it was probably the fact that he had benn sent to this place

((?))

((I'm sorry for butting in, but it would be fun having Lucifer meet Dean's daughter.))

((Sure that would be awesome!!))

((Cool! Want to do that sometime soon?))

((Sure, you tell me where and when:)))

((Library and when you're done with this rp?))

((Sure, but hey I don't know when strawberry is going to answer me so what do you think I should, wait or just get out?))

((You can just get out or stay, I can wait if you want.))

((I think I 'll get out, meet you at the library?))

((Okay.))

((Sure))

Lucifer walked away from the annoying girl, he had an idea. He might as well find the library, he liked reading.

((Since you weren't answering, Lucifer moved on to the library, you can say your character followed him, so we can continue rp))

((Sorry, I feel awful. But I was invited. Sorry ;())

Amy walked around the Entry Hall wearing a pink blouse and a long black skirt. Her curly blonde hair swept around her shoulders. Amy was frowning. She had just gotten here and was already unimpressed.

Amy noticed the girl chewing gum and glared at her.

"Do you have to chew so loudly?" Amy snapped.

"Um? What do you mean um? Give me a real answer!" Amy snapped.

"Do something? What are you suggesting by that? That I pull that gum right out of your mouth and throw it away? Is that it?" Amy shrieked.

Amy bit into her lip so hard that it started to bleed. "Stop that right now!!!" she snapped.

"I don't talk to strangers." Amy sneered, glaring at the wings.

"Ooh, a know it all! How exciting!" Amy gasped, still sneering.

"The devil? Heck no, you've got a weird sense of humor. My name is Amy March." Amy said proudly.

"School, duh." Amy snorted.

"What?! Why are you rolling your eyes at such a purely fabulous person?!"

"You wish." Amy sneered.

"You wish you were purely fabulous. And did I what?" Amy asked, annoyed.

"You must be blind if you cannot see how purely, amazingly, fabulous I truly am." Amy said haughtily.

"Goggles? Seriously? Nobody that is purely fabulous needs googles." Amy said, mocking Borjourk.

"My parents died. It's my older sister who dropped me on my head." Amy said, flipping her hair and looking Borjourk in the eyes.

"Yes, everybody likes to know things about me." Amy grinned.

"Do people like to know things about you? My stepsister Charlene says I need to concentrate on other people, so that's what I'm doing." Amy asked.

"Wonderful! Why do you have wings?" Amy asked. She hated asking questions about other people.

"ADOPTIVE SISTER." Amy said loudly, ignoring the question.

"Do you have siblings? They're very annoying." Amy asked.