Cafeteria? Count me in!

[Cyndon]

Cyndon stumbled upon a large pair of wooden doors. On the other side of the door he could hear many people talking merrily and the sound of silverware clattering on plates. His stomach growled as he noticed that he had found the cafeteria. His mouth watered as he walked through the doors and found the multitude of students behind them, all eating something different.

"Wonder where the line starts..." Cyndon stated as he walked around aimlessly looking for what looked like a queue to the food. Finally he found it and he took a place at the back. The line was pretty long, and not having had something to eat for quite some time had taken its toll on Cyndon.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say..." Cyndon sighed as he continued to wait.

[±Witchcraft±]

Durriken sat at a far table, opposite the doors so he could watch all enter. Not many have entered since the dinner rush, but one lone unlucky person just did. Giving him a look of non interest that had been perfected long ago, he flipped over a few cards. He signed mentally when he saw that the card that he got for himself was the “High Priestess” which meant he would be giving someone knowledge soon.

That was the third card. The first was kinda obvious as “The Fool” So the student was new, which was why he got to dinner so late. Any person used to TMA would know to get here as soon as possible before all the good food was gone. Durriken sighed audibly this time as he pushed around what was left of his meal on his plate absent mindedly.

Durriken rolled his eyes when he flipped the middle card and saw it was the Magician.

“Couldn’t you be more creative?” he said to the cards as he tilted back on his chair a bit.

Durriken could get really anoyed at the cards at time. They gave him a very cliched spread. 0, 1, 2. In that order. The person was new, but he got his choices, and needs to learn more about them. Most likely from Durriken. He just had to wait for him to come over, which if the fates had their way, wouldn’t take too long.

[Cyndon]

Cyndon couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He slowly looked around the room to see if he could make contact with anyone, and soon he saw Durriken. His gaze sank as he realized that this person looked a little less than enthused as he looked over at him. His first day in school and already someone was giving him the stink-eye... Oh well, you can't please everyone...

"Hmm, maybe i should introduce myself..." Cyndon mumbled as he ambled over to the table with the rather disgruntled person sitting looking at a deck of tarot cards.

"Hello, My name is Cyndon Kouvindao, but a lot of people just call me Kou for short. He looked at the cards on the table and frowned a little. So this was why he was a tad disgruntled. Cyndon didn't have much practice in the Tarot, but he could tell that one card was the Fool, representing someone with little knowledge, and the High Priestess, representing someone with great knowledge... He could only imagine what this reading was pertaining to...

"Tarot, eh? I've always been interested, but apparently i don't have the gift..." Cyndon said a little crestfallen.

[±Witchcraft±]

“Not many do.” he said, sitting properly in his chair once again. “At least you were wise enough to not try and fool the masses. There are many who believe that by buying a simple deck and a book to read them they can tell the future. They might get lucky every once in a while but over all they are almost always wrong.”

He waved his hand over the cards and two of them went back into the deck. The middle card he twirled his hand over and it flipped over once, then twice and when it did the second time it was the Page of Pentacles this time. He gave the card a soft tap and a plant began to grow. It grew quickly before it gave fruit, it showed a small assortment of berries, such as strawberries, black berries, and blue berries.

“You won’t get much better from the line at this time of day, so you might as well eat something that will stay down.”

[Cyndon]

Cyndon watched in amazement as the tree grew very quickly and sprouted fruits. He ginned hungrily when he saw them and began picking just about anything he could get his hands on. Finally realizing his manners he looked around at Durriken again.

"Thank you very much!" He smiled wryly as he began to eat some of the fruit from the tree. He kept looking around wondering what else the cards could do as he perused through the building, wondering how many of them would be talkative...

"So how's life been for you here at the academy? Having only started here, i have little to complain about, really... except for the whole being lost thing..." Cyndon chuckled wryly as he continued to eat.

[±Witchcraft±]

“As the fool journeys as do we all. This school is just another stop in the long pathway we call life. Each day is just another spin of the wheel of fortune. We find love, and lose it, gain strength to overcame our own personal devils. And as all magic schools do it casts many illusions with the moon and reveals others with the blinding rays of light from the sun and the hope form the stars.”

He waved his hand again and a card seemed to appear from underneath the only one sitting there. It was the wheel of fortune and some could have sworn that the wheel was spinning. But that was impossible...it was just a card...

“And there is no such thing as getting lost, you just don’t know what reasons fate has pulled you off your intending destination.”

[Cyndon]

"Ah, highly philosophical, i see. I have a feeling you and i would get along marvelously." Cyndon chuckled as he looked at the deck of cards intently.

"I take it you already did a reading pertaining to me, and that was what you originally had. So apparently you had something to teach me..." He hardly knew what he was saying; it seemed so out of character for himself... it was as if the school was changing him into a rather business-like person.

"... whoa... why did i say it like that...? I'm sorry that sounded rather callous of me."

[Kerrain]

"HA-HAR!!!"

"YEEE-AHH!!!"

"YAAA-HAAARRR!!"

The cafeteria was soon full of animalistic wails of triumph and corsairish cries of victory. In through the doors blasted a full crew of pirate and cutthroats, five of them hoisting a grown adult buck over their shoulders. Kerrain walked in front of the entire group, his arms crossed and his eyes stern. Though, one could see the laughing inside him. Honestly, if any refined citizen heard the jokes being said on the way here, he'd be blacklisted.

"Ajon! What'der ya say ta a dame cuhvered ehn ploddin'?"

"I don' rightly kno', Fran! Ish 'er legsh open?"

"Yeh! From meh!"

Depp chortles filled the air as the buck were slammed upon the tables, and Kerrain couldn't help but laugh himself. Why change for the school?

"Fran, you had a woman? You sure it wasn't your mother?"

"Nah, cap'n. Do beleeve it twer yer mum!"

The pirates all shared a good luagh once more, Kerrain joining in with it. Donivan unslung the musket from his shoulder and placed it next to his eight point buck, brandished a sharp and serrated knife form his pocket. He cut freshly into the deer and let it bleed, a wooden barrel which Yerl brought collecting the drippings, organs and blood. Although it looked grotesque, it was how you'd skin a deer for eating.

Kerrain went to the back of the cafeteria and brought back a platter, which Donivan puts stacks of meat onto.

"Looks like you've killed yourself some fine deer, Donivan."

"Yeh, cap'n. Yeh shulda seen theh way I tracked 'im. Follered 'im through theh woods and when 'ee ben' ova tah get some leaf, got 'im right on the spot!"

"Ah, Donny! Yeh took ME kill!"

"Wha'? Den yeh shulda shot 'im, idjit!"

The smell of freshly killed deer filled the air, as well as the permeating odor of fit and tender venison. Kerrain hoped the skinning wouldn't last long for one, because there were four more to go. With a crew of eight, the captain was sure it wouldn't last long.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

The Ninth Heaven was a large room with a friendly bar kind of atmosphere, with a high beamed ceiling and roaring fireplaces on every wall. To one corner there was a stage, empty at the moment, and at the other end a bar, which was quite full. Students socialized at random, sitting at many round little tables.

Keyne entered with a skip to her step, scanning for a table. She hadn't realized how hungry she was too. Her face wrinkled slightly at the smell of dead deer, but this place had certainly seen worse. Thank goodness Verit had stopped them from skinning that poor girl on time; vampire or demon, humans were not on the menu. Now where had her student gotten to? She was sure he had been just behind her. The blond girl, only of six years in appearance, shrugged her shoulders and waited.

[demonfire]

Estrik walked along the outside of the long line of students and whistled. Food began to float along to him and onto his tray, although the blindfolded child didn't seem to notice; he just kept walking nonchalantly forward. When it came down to the last double-chocolate chip muffin, he just kept walking and it levitated itself over to his tray to the dismay of another student who was on his way to grabbing it. Some may call it cutting in line, but nobody was complaining--okay, nobody was escalating to violence, at least.

Psychic pulses were sent out from his mind as they always were, showing him where all of the people were and, in the case of people that had absolutely no mental guard whatsoever, snippets of thoughts. Then he heard what might be considered marine 'Your Mom' jokes, and resisted making a Sailor joke of his own.

Estrik decided on the table where the other Seer was sitting. He had met the student before, but the memory was a bit vague and blurry. Somethings became tangled and mangled as he learned new things; his mind wasn't limitless. He put his tray on the table and didn't say a word, actually seeming like he were blind. Maybe this would be good, who knew?

[Cyndon]

Cyndon looked around at Estrik with a look of amusement on his face. The people around here certainly weren't bashful, to say the least.

"Hello, Whats your name? I go by Cyndon Kouvindao, but most people just call me Kou for short." He was laughing at himself, this had to be the umpteenth time he had introduced himself like that... he was going to have to get used to it; it was going to be happening for quite a while now. He took a close look at Estrik and noticed the blank expression to his eyes... Was he blind? Oh well, he seemed to find his way rather handily through the crowds, so if he was, he had his ways of getting around!

Cyndon took note of what looked like a 6-year-old walking into the cafeteria from a distance and chuckled. A six-year-old in this school? Then again there were students of every age around here as it is, and knowing how interesting this school could become, she could be a teacher for all he knew!

[±Witchcraft±]

Durriken looked up and didn’t saw a word as the other seer sat down. He told the mans fortune in the past and knew he was a decent person. A bit mental from not seeing anything for so long, but what seer was not at least a little bit mental.

“Good to meet you again Estrik, though I’ve noticed that they are letting basically anyone in this school now aren’t they?” he said, referring to the group of pirates. “I don’t even need my cards to read their future. It will involve lots of rum, a cheap women, and...” he said pausing. “Most likely a case of crabs”

Durriken mentally chuckled at this to himself as he absently would flip a card from his deck, look at it connected to a person and putting it back.

[Kerrain]

A pirate, Tief, was immediately upon the man who said some hurtful words. A jagged and somewhat rusted cutlass was put directly in Durriken's face, the pirate snarling.

"Yeh don' say sech 'tings, boy! I'ave kilt mer' deservin' pairsons den yerself!" Tief yelled, his eyes centering directly on the seer.

As Tief was finished, his cutlass blade fell to the floor, separated from the hilt. Another corsair stood next to the pirate, a small throwing knife centered between his knuckles. Tief gulped and meandered back to the deer, picking up his cutlass blade on the way.

"I apologize for his temper, but you need to apologize for your words. You are not in the position to judge how other people are, no matter your power. Next time a thought like that creeps up within your brain, I suggest you lock it up." The corsair stated, rolling his knuckles as the throwing knife fell form them and slipped back into his pocket.

Kerrain let a smile come upon his face and looked over to a familiar face, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Good to see you again, Cyndon. You may come and join up in the festivities if you will it. Fresh deer is the gold of nature." The pirate captain stated as he turned his attention back to Durriken.

His hand went up and waved in the air, catching the attention of the cafeteria server.

"Miss? This boy here wants some crabs! Be sure to give it to him." Kerrain said, his order echoing a chuckle from his crew behind him.

As quick as the corsair arrived, he disappeared with the same speed. He was already back at his seat, in between all of his crew, the revered position. He hands had already gripped onto a platter of deer meat as he handed it to a waiting server, who brought it back to cook.

"You didn't have to do that."

"No one disrespects my family."

[Cyndon]

Cyndon smiled ruefully as he got up and walked swiftly over to Kerrain's Table with his pirate crew. He looked at the one that had lost his temper with a worried look on his face as he walked up to Kerrain and began to talk.

"I'm certain you could have done this anywhere else, really. If you had asked for a place to go, they would have supplied it. I'm sorry to say it, but some people do happen to have weak constitutions -" A few students ran by with napkins over their mouths as he said this, making retching noises as they went. "And some are liable to throw up or pass out at the sight of blood..." Someone vomited just as he said it, and more people began to file out of the cafeteria, having lost their appetites. He was sure the meat was going to taste delicious, but a lot of people didn't like being reminded what meat truly was.

"Oh well, guess its really too late to be telling you this now..." Cyndon shrugged as he walked back to the table with Durriken and Estrik. He was interested in talking more with them, even if he had nothing in common with them.

"So, what do you two like to do in your spare time?" Cyndon asked kind of shakily as he was nervous about the reply. The two of them seemed to radiate an aura of 'Get the Heck Away!' as they both looked back up at him from their table. He ignored his feelings and sat down at the table, waiting for an answer.

[Kerrain]

Kerrain gave Cyndon a look of understanding and nodded to the elementalist, his shoulders giving a shrug regardless.

"Well, I comprehend what you're telling me, Cyndon. However, I can do this where I please. If people lack a gut for blood, then they shouldn't be out of their rooms at all. If my peers do not like the sight of meat, they may eat in the shrubbery." His reply came coolly, a smile coming upon his face once more.

Donivan had a look of dismay on his face until he heard his captain's words, then continued to carve the fourth deer. Meat had been sent back to the cafeteria at intervals, and Kerrain had suggested that he and his crew only needed two of the buck, not all four. The cooks just gained two prime kills of buck for the bloody barrels.

"Tief, I want you to throw out the blood in these barrels while we wait for the deer to cook. I suggest the drearier looking forest, as opposed to the one hit by the sun at all times." Kerrain ordered.

Tief, with a look of indignity, hefted the three barrels in his near gorilla-sized arms and marched out, not letting a drop of deer blood to get on the cafeteria's floor as he toted them.