The red, sinuous pendragon with a small parcel on his back moved up to the building. He's never been to this particular place before, and he's just a bit intimidated. Not much, though. He's been though enough before that very little surprises him these days. A lot is on his mind. His sister, whom he hadn't spoken to in almost 3 years, his erratic education at the hands of random teachers and tutors, and his sudden decision to enroll at the Academy. "At least," he mumbled to himself, "I don't own much..." His long and astonishingly dextrous body wound it's way up the stairs, delicately and precisely picking his path to the front doors. He got to the top of the stairs and confidently thrust them open, only to find... No one there. He gave pause, stopping to unstrap his pack with his extremely long tail. Not much point in using your hands when you don't have to, neh? "Is anyone here?" He called. "My name's Corian.... I believe I regisered... Hello?... Oh fer....." His eyes started flashing dully around his slit pupils as the irritation in him rose. "I didn't think that this would be this hard..." He thought to himself. He rose up on his two hind feet to his full height, using his tail as both a balance and an extra limb and shouted "ALRIGHT!!! I'M BORED ALREADY AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED HERE!!! WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE JUST THROW ME A BLEEDING BONE??" After this outburst, common to him, he set his pack down beside him and opened it, pulling out his latest edition of 'Sorcery And You: A Pendragon's guide to the Elemental and Poetic Arts' and began reading it, using his bright red tail flame to illuminate it better.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Timestamp?</td></tr></table> Tesreail dragged his feet along, scuffing the already tarnished floor further. He was inbetween classes, with nothing to do but wallow in a never ending pit of angst as he waited for his next torture session at the hands of the Janardan staff. They were out to get him, they always had been, and his teachers hated him. A lot. Why did they always single out the quiet, shy ones? The blood-red 'dragon slowly pushed through the doorway leading to the front foyer, maybe he could find some peace and quiet there. Messy bangs obscured the view of his one good eye, the strange red and silver orb unable to see properly through the curtain of black. He could almost feel his milky white left eye straining, trying to see. Muttering darkly, the depressed male raked a hand limply through his hair, brushing it back out of his narrow line of sight. The movement sent the multitude of necklaces, braclets, and chains adorning his person tinkling faintly, like distant windchimes. Damnit, someone was already out here, some guy reading a text book or something, With a hagard sigh, he adjusted the strap of the backpack that rested on his shoulder and set of towards the male. He should probably tell the guy that the receptionist was on her break, and then clear off; try and fine some quiet place where he could sit and write.
Out of Character Oh yeah... I got a little twitchy for roleplaying and didn't pay attention to format... derrrrrrrrrrr. In Character Current Day: 23 Current Quarter/Month: Tessera (Autumn) Current Year: Year 81378 Current Time: Midafternoon Corian was just reaching his favorite part in the book, 'Yes, You Too Can Burn Rocks', when his sensitive ears picked up the faint tinkling of jewelery. His dark red head rose from the book and coils of his body to find another 'dragon walking towards him. He can't be too bad, Corian thought to himself. He's red, I'm red... course, I'm a lot prettier AND I have both my eyes, but he's red. And here. That counts for a bit... He uncurled himself from around the book, at the same time using his incredibly long tail to pluck the book from his paws, close it, and deposit it in his careworn backpack. He got up off the floor and padded on all fours towards the newcomer with his usual undulating walk. He was skinny, in a word. And all 13 feet of him (eight of which being tail) was varying shades of red and scarlet, going from brighter at his back, darkening to dried-blood red at his feet. But his most striking feature were his wings, which he kept slighly unfurled to show off his eyespots at the outer edges. Strange designs could be seen in the color patterns of the wings, and some even saw symbols. Corian was well-aware of that, and he did his best to change them at least twice a day to keep everyone guessing. Corian eventually reached the newcomer, raising up on his rear paws to look the 'dragon in the eye, as proper. He grinned, showing his canines a little bit more, and revealing the row of teeth that ran along the length of his maw. He tried to look friendly, but had been told more than once that when he grinned, he looked ready to snap something in half. "Greetings, fellow being!" He said, doing his best to hide the frustration and boredom he felt. He stuck out a paw in invitation. "My name's Corian, and I just got here." He looked around at the otherwise empty foyer. "And it seems this place is frightfully understaffed, and I was hoping you'd be able to give me a hand in telling me what in the name of hupat I'm supposed to be doing here."
Tesreail grimaced as the other student approached. He was a talker... damnit. Tes stared blankly at the offered hand. Was he supposed to shake it? Slowly he extended his own black furred hand to give a quick handshake, then pulled back quickly. <span style='color:gray'>"Um... the receptionist isn't around right now... I think she's on break."</span> he said softly, careful not to make eye contact incase the other student was weirded out by the milky white expanse of his bad eye. At this point he wanted to run away as fast as he could and find a nice, quiet spot where he could hole himself up for the rest of his free period. Hey, it wasn't his fault he was shy -on the verge of anti-social really- and didn't like talking to strangers.
"Well, that does me absolutely NO good. See, I just got here, and I am T-I-R-E-D. And I need to register for classes. And people around here are simply unhelpful. Busy fiddling with cards or playing games or somesuch other things. I don't suppose I could get you to show me around, or at least help me figure out what I do now...?" As usual, Corian was undeterred by the obvious social twitchiness of the other 'dragon. Sure, he looked a bit odd, what with his one blind eye; his aura felt a bit... out of place, but it was nothing compared to what Corian had been around before coming to the Academy. Corian put on his best smile and changed the patterns on his wings to something he hoped would soothe the poor 'dragon in front of him. "Say, you haven't told me your name yet. 'Twouldn't be right if the first living being who spoke a word to me didn't even tell me his name". Corian slung his backpack on his shoulders and walked a bit past the weird 'dragon in front of him. As he walked past, he extended his paw as if to make a grab for the other's arm, saying "Come on, she'll not be back for a minute, right? You've got some time before your next class, right? Show me around! We'll be chums, pals, acquaintences..."
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Meep, short post. Sorry for the delays :'( Naw, I dun have a problem with it, but it's up to Entropy in the long run</td></tr></table> Tesreail looked at Corian with a raised eyebrow, his mouth slightly agape. 'Chums'?! The hell was this guy on? The fact the pattern on the strangers wings had changed was only serving to weird him out further. <span style='color:gray'>"Er... If you want... But I think she'll be back soon."</span> he protested weakly, implying that they shouldn't go too far. Already he was breaking out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his narrow ribcage.
