<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Out of Character Timestamp: Dyo 28, 81379 A pendragon fae sulked through the halls of the acadamy. <span style='color:slategray'>Great, they had to send me here. I was happy with homeschooling. For one thing, I knew where things were.</span> Her crimson pelt shimmered as she walked with her large paws landing heavily on the clean floor. She blew a whisp of her silver locks off her face and continued searching for the registration office. She turned 15 yesterday and her parents went ahead and sent her away from home. The fae, dubbed Felpveja Gjepa, crinkled her Earthen dhole-like muzzle. <span style='color:slategray'>As if I didn't have enough problems already. I wouldn't doubt if I ran into the thugs of this place, or worse, a proffessor.</span></span>
<blockquote><blockquote><font size=1 color=gray>Xerxes flicked a couple of bangs out of his eyes, idly scanning the hallway for something interesting. He was starting to get bored when he spotted a girl. Not feeling particularly picky about his company, the teen walked casually toward this newcomer. The male glanced down at his clothing with a rueful smile, then back up. He wondered what the newcomer would think of his garb. Gray sneakers, thick black cargo pants and a dark maroon shirt with "Skatter'd" written on it. Eh, well, who cared? Tenor seemed incapable of making "normal" impressions, so an odd one would have to work. Too bad for her if he was her first sight of Janardan. As he drew near, the artist lifted one forepaw in a silent wave, then spoke. "Eh... you're new, huh?" He inquired. Which of course she was. Not many others would spend their time around here. Except him, of course.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:slategray'>Yes,</span> she looked at him and studied his clothes and face. Then her sapphire blue eyes fell on his tattoo. <span style='color:slategray'>My name's Vej. I'm looking for the registration office, but I can wait.</span> She shook her head, tossing her hair to a new posision. The phoenix feather brushed Xerxes's face. <span style='color:slategray'>Sorry about that,</span> she laughed.</span>
<font color=gray size=1><blockquote><blockquote>Xer reached a hand up to rub it against his tattoo as she looked at it. It was habitual, though, and quite relaxed. As long as she didn't ask him to explain it, everything was good. Seeing as he hated making up stories about it. After all, he didn't know, so there was no point in babbling about some reason that wasn't even true. The brush of feather against his face was strange, a texture that he had never felt before. So it surprised him, but not enough to make him move. Instead, he smiled at her apology and shrugged it off. No big deal. "Ah, registration. Har- er, Principal Demori is out right now. I help out with registration some, though, so I can at least get you the papers to start on, if you'd like?" He wasn't sure if she seriously didn't want to register right now or if that was just her way of flirting. Or both?
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She smiled at the slightly confused male. She seemed to have that effect sometimes. She could tell he was older than her, but it was funny watching him. <span style='color:slategray'>The papers would be nice. The sooner I get in here, the sooner I can graduate.</span> The startled look on Xer's face when the feather touched him, had he ever seen or felt a phoenix feather? <span style='color:slategray'>This feather is that of a phoenix, in case you were wondering.</span></span>
<blockquote><blockquote><font color=gray size=1>The male gestured toward the other end of the hall as she mentioned that the papers would be nice. Alright, he could help her there, anyway. Xer didn't really care what she thought of him, it wasn't important. Girls came and girls went, few ever stopped to look at the dark male a second time. Nope. And he was just fine with that, he thrived on being alone. "A phoenix? Never seen one before. How'd you manage to get a feather without getting burned?" He inquired, glancing at the feather in interest, before slipping a key out of his pocket to open the door to Demori's office.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:slategray'>My grandfather gave it to me. He got it from a phoenix nest when he was young. He told me to never lose it, so I keep it in my hair.</span> She wanted to ask about he tattoo, but it would be rude. However, if a question about er own arose, she have to ask him.</span> <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Out of character Sorry about the short posts. My brain won't work for me.</span>
<blockquote><blockquote><font color=gray size=1>out of character No worries. Short posts make for interesting and fast-paced roleplay. ;] in character Xerxes nodded, still interested, though slightly distracted by turning his key in the door. Which didn't seem to want to work, irritatingly enough. He pulled the door closer to him, then twisted the key again, this time hearing a satisfying "click" on the other side. Nodding, pleased, the pendragon opened the door, gesturing for Vej to go first. And only then realizing that he hadn't introduced himself. "Oh. How rude. I apologize, you introduced yourself and I forgot to return the favor. Xerxes Tenor, but Xer will do." He commented with a roguish grin. "Your grandfather must have been quite the 'dragon, to retrieve that feather."
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:slategray'>Why thank you Xer, and yes he was. Though he wasn't well known. Shame, he was so wonderful, but know one recognized him. Now, he's passed on and hardly anyone knws his name. I don't even know his true name.</span> Vej stepped through the door, keeping her tail close so it wouldn't get in Xer's way when he came inside.</span>
<font color=gray size=1><blockquote><blockquote>Xer smiled sadly at her words, shaking his head a little bit as he entered the office behind Vej. The pendragon went for Demori's desk without much wait, fiddling with the "in" box for a moment. Which he techinically shouldn't do, but no problem, she would just give him more "penalties" which would mean more registering. Not bad by him. Finally, he grabbed a pen and the papers for Vej, handing them to her. "Sorry to hear about your grandfather. Mine was supposedly a great military general, but I think my parents exaggerate." He replied with a grin. The male flicked on the light before sitting down in one of Hart's "corner chairs" which were for "observers", though she rarely had them. He figured they were mostly decoration.
