<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp When: 40° Mia (Winter) 31380 Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1057Takonas Demtriat</a>, http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1059Lysane Fusajtcoll</a>, http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1060Midet Heimdall</a>, and http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=1066Mich Zappharin</a>. Where: Dormitory 6839 Notes: The time of day is about mid-morning, and it's a "break day", if that's the correct term for them. In other news, I'm hoping that this is okay, as we've applied for the dormitory, it just hasn't be accepted yet. As this is our first at roleplaying on Ramath-Lehi, if we've done anything wrong, just slap our wrists, tell us what we've done and we'll change it? And in other news, this is quite a bad post. </td></tr></table> <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Blue eyes, brilliantly bright and unnerving when caught in the gaze of them, continued to run across the four numbers scrawled untidly on a crumpled piece of paper, currently clutched in the forepaw of the small arden that was patrolling the corridors of dormitories. He was rather small, his height being five foot six, and that was only when you included the two-inch long ears producing from his head. They were oddly shaped, like a dorsal fin of an aquatic creature that was long gone with the destruction of earth and therefore entirely unknown to the 'dragon that possessed them, lined with dark grey and tipped with a black diamond, each ear notched. It was, however, not his ears that drew the most attention to him, but the colouring of his pelt. Vibrant green, like that of a high lighter, lined the lean and feminine body of the sixteen-year-old, with black swirls dancing as he continued to pace restlessly along the corridor, searching for the dormitory that was written on the piece of paper in his hand. His large feet, the source of his clumsiness and patterened with ringed circles rather than swirls, continued pressing as quietly as possible against the empty corridor. Orange and pink hair fell into the eyes of the arden as he stomped somewhat angrily along, an annoyed sigh escaping his mouth as he quickly brushed it from his eyes. The similiar coloured flame on the end of his tail continued burning ferociously, a signal of his irritation, and had he not just stopped outside a door, glanced at the paper and matched the numbers, he might just have burnt something. Taking care not to trip over his overly-large trousers, which were attempting to eat his feet and hide them from sight, the 'dragon set his suitcase and down and allowed his rucksack to hang loose as he checked the numbers of the door and made sure they matched with those on the piece of paper clutched in his hand. Crumpling the paper once more after he had confirmed that they were the same and stuffing it in the pocket of his open jacket, he knocked on the door and opened, stepping inside the room and staring around at the two bunk-beds in the room, one of the beds gaining the appearance of having been slept in. Sighing and hoping that his new roommate would be better than his previous ones, he knocked on the open door. <span style='color:#66FF33'>"Hello... is anyone here?"</span></span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Who are you?"</span> a voice suddenly erupted out of the darkness, and a head popped out from the top of a set of bunkbeds. The owner of this head, a sixteen-year-old pendragon, suddenly began to scramble down the ladder, brushing tufts of navy hair from out of his emerald eyes and then going on to stare at the boy on the other side of the room. Tilting his head to one side, Lysane allowed a smirk to cross upon his face, before a thought crossed his mind and the adolescent spoke again. <span style='color:blue'>"Oh, waitÂ…you're the new kid, aren't you?"</span> The pendragon leant against the bedframe and offered his fellow student a hand. <span style='color:blue'>"I'm Lysane."</span> he introduced himself, not realising he'd said rather a lot in a short space of time. He shook his head, trying in vain to dislodge his fringe from his eyes, and then turned back to what he presumed was his new roommate, still smiling. Having resided in Dorm 6839 for the past two months, Lysane had had plenty of time to organize his personal space. Claiming the top bunk from one of the two sets of beds, a collection of pictures and photos could just be made out next to his pillow. As for the young 'Dragon himself, it was something of a miracle that he had got up and dressed before lunchtime on a Breakday. He always found it rather chilly in the dorm room itsself, and shivered slightly underneath his t-shirt and black hooded jumper. He had considered finding a pair of shoes, at his feet were bare, hidden underneath a pair of relatively loose-fitting black trousers with too many pockets. Casting his neon eyes up and down the other male, whom he noticed was about an inch taller than him, Lys nodded. Some kind of tiny feeling inside his head gave Lysane the impression that this pendragon would be "fun" to have around. <span style='color:blue'>"You know..usually one knocks and waits before entering...I think it has something to do with privacy."</span> he remarked, still smiling, blissfully unaware that he was talking too much. ((ooc: I hope that was okay..))
There was a slight knock on the door, before another pendragon entered the dormitory. <span style='color:green'>"Lysan?"</span> came a voice, <span style='color:green'>"You're in here already?"</span> The pendragon who stood at the doorway had a light, sea blue pelt, a mixture of fur and scales. Bands of navy stripes wrapped around his arms, legs and tail. His tail flame burned in varying shades of green, from neon green to an almost black. His "hair" was quite long, sticking out at the front and falling backwards just at the back of his head. Perched on his nose was a pair of rectangular glasses. The pendragon also wore a checked shirt and baggy, beige shorts. Under his arm was a large pile of books, which he struggled to hold. Mich walked forwards, setting the books down on a lower bunk and sighing. It was then he noticed the high lighter green pendragon. His eyes narrowed, and he slid his glasses up his nose. <span style='color:green'>"And who may you be, I ask? The new boy for our dormitory, I guess."</span>
PHWUMP For the fourth time that day, a greenish-blue pendragon fell on his front. For the fourth time that day, he got up and grumbled, punching the wall. His face was in a scowl. He approached #6839 with a look on his face that subtly screamed-with-a-passion 'I'd rather not be here'. <span style='color:orange'>"Lo."</span> He pulled his suitcase to his leg and dumped his bag on the floor; it jingled and clanged with the sound of something metal. <span style='color:orange'>"I'm Midet. Oh, and these aren't clothes. They're my cooking stuff. I can't be bothered with clothes."</span> What his clothes would've been covering was blue-green fur, progressively growing darker as it hit his tail, which had erupted with a dark red flame. His draconic head was lighter, with strange constrasting orange eyes staring out. <span style='color:orange'>"So... Can I come in and can I cook?"</span> (-ooc: not quite the naan-fuelled post I was hoping for. ;__;-)
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I won't be here from Wednesday 22nd to Saturday 25th, as I'll be away, so feel free to skip over my part in the posting order until I come back. =) In which case, I'll follow on straight after Taelisian. Posting Order Kattius Flishe Kimoth Taelisian</td></tr></table> <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Having watched the events with an expression of disbelief, mentally screaming that he should get out of the room and maybe imigrate to the other side of the world, Takonas scrunched his eyes closed and pinched the fur in between them, as if attempting to check he wasn't dreaming. Sighing and removing his fingers from his nose, the reserved pendragon decided it would be better to attempt getting off on the right foot with his new and unexpected roommates, rather than avoiding the questions. They seemed to be a great deal nicer than his previous roommates, but first impressions could easily be wrong. <span style='color:#66FF33'>"My name is Takonas Demtriat,"</span> Informed the vibrant green 'dragon, his crystal blue eyes roaming the room and its occupants in curiosity. <span style='color:#66FF33'>"Yes, I am the new member of your dormitory. It would be nice if they would tell me these things before I get here."</span> Drifting off into his own little world for a moment, Konas reflected on what had previously been said by the first speaker. <span style='color:#66FF33'>"I wasn't aware that this room was occupied."</span> Becoming solitary again, the arden threw his rucksack on to the unoccupied top bunk, and lowered his eyes, the formalities dropping and his shyness setting in once again. As the other new arrival appeared, a distinct look of distaste upon his face, Konas sighed and gripped the fur between his eyes again. <span style='color:#66FF33'>Great... I'm in a room with a talkative imbecile, a disapproving bookworm and someone that needs anger management classes.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>xD These are first impressions that Konas is talking about. Don't take them to heart, please?</td></tr></table> </span>
Dropping his hand back to his side, Lysane managed to keep the insane grin upon his face, and then turned to the newest newcomer, peering at the bags of cooking things, resisting the urge to pounce on them and rumage. Shrugging his shoulders, Lysane climbing back up the ladder and flopped onto his bed. <span style='color:blue'>"It would be nice if they paid me to attend this dump, but we can't always get what we want."</span> he remarked, sitting cross-legged and returning to the activity he had been doing before the other three pendragons entered the room- sticking things on the wall near his bed. Securing the faces of some odd-looking band down, Lys glanced over to Mich and Midet for a second, before picking up another roll of paper. <span style='color:blue'>"Sure you can cook."</span> he replied to Midet, humming to himself and sticking the next poster- one advertising some kind of film- to his wall. He leant back to admire his handywork, and smiled, nodding to approve his skills. <span style='color:blue'>It seemed that these two may have attitude problems. </span> Lysane found himself thinking, before taking another look at the two new room mates and Mich, whom had been in the dorm for some time. Shaking his head, he leant up against the far side of his bed and began to talk again. <span style='color:blue'>"So, what can you cook for us, Mister Midet?"</span> he asked, still managing to keep smiling.
Mich looked at the two new roommates, his eyes still narrowed, as he leant against the wall in his bunk and began to read a large book, History of Janardan Academy. <span style='color:green'>Gosh, ain't I lucky,</span> he thought, eyes scanning quickly through the page, <span style='color:green'>First I'm stuck with a half-insane fruit loop, and now an angry cook and an annoyed 'dragon.</span> He sighed, <span style='color:green'>Ah well. If I could live with Lys, I can live with them.</span> He glanced up and gave a small smile to the new roommates, pushing his glasses up his nose. <span style='color:green'>"Nice to meet you two. The name's Mich."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"It depends on what you've got, buddy."</span> Midet dragged his bags into the room, taking the last remaining bed and lying on it with a sigh. <span style='color:orange'>"I could tell the weather, too, if I wanted, but I can't be bothered right now."</span> He rolled over to his front and put his face straight on the pillow. There was a muffled <span style='color:orange'>"I'm going to have a nap or something. Climbing or FALLING rather up the stairs all the way up here is hard work."</span> <span style='color:orange'>Nnnnnnnnnnmph....</span> he thought, then rolled onto his side, facing away from the others.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>An ear flicked in mild irritation as the arden hoisted himself up the ladders, landing on the top bunk that he had recently claimed upon arrival in the room. Although he'd left his suitcase at the bottom of the bed, on the floor and unprotected from any random urge that would suddenly leap through either of the other three 'dragons in the room to rummage through it, Takonas had all of his most treasured luggage in the rucksack that was on the bed with him. After lying on his back for a few uncomfortable moments, he rose from the sitting positon and dragged his rucksack across to him, the bag looking as if it would soon break due to the amount of objects within it. As he continued searching through the bag, several objects were revealed to anyone with sharp enough eyesight to be able to watch the green 'dragon produce each item. A camera was produced, followed by rolls of film, a scrapbook filled with photographs and newspaper clippings, a stand for the camera, painting equipment, most noticeable being half-used tubes of paint and brushes, before he finally stopped rummaging and produced a box with holes dotted in the top. Grinning inanely, Takonas put the other items inside his rucksack with care, before opening the lid of the box. Out of the aforementioned box appeared, or "slithered" to be correct, what appeared to be a reptilian creature. It was evidently scaled, and blue in colouring, with splotched markings of neon green and black. Allowing the Alugha Dossusu Tmuka to wrap itself around his arm, Takonas eyed the other 'dragons that he was now sharing a room with. The silence unnerved him slightly, but being as shy as he was, he wasn't prepared to start a conversation. Humming a random tune beneath his breath, and stroking the creature around his arm, Konas flicked his ears idlely, waiting for a comment from one of the others. <span style='color:#66FF33'>This is odd... normally, they're asking questions about one another by now...</span> </span>
Lysane had been watching Konas with some interest for a few minutes, ever since he had abandoned the decorating efforts. His green optics stayed focused on the 'dragon, and he observed every detail of his movements with great interest, ot really knowing or caring that he may give the appearence of a pyschopath. Drumming his finers on the frame of his bed abscent-mindedly, Lys made mental notes of every artifact that came out of Konas' bag, and then came the box. Tilting his head to one side, he watched with curiosity, and his eyes widened as he watched the creature that emerged. Suddenly and without warning, he lept down from the bed with such a force that the ground seemed to shake, and then started turning the room upside down. <span style='color:blue'>"Myals!"</span> he called, throwing artifacts all over the room in a mad quest for whatever Myals was. A frantic expression had graced his face, as he rushed around and eventually found what he was looking for under a pile of clothing. The thing was actually a Harok, with oversized ears and huge feet. It looked up at Lysane with two great, hazel eyes and blinked once or twice, as the pendragon breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his pet, nursing it in his arms. <span style='color:blue'>"That thing's vegetarian, right?"</span> he asked Konas, turning around, expression a little less panic-stricken.
Mich glanced over the top of his book. He saw the two pets that his roomates held, and he rolled his eyes slightly. "<span style='color:green'>I have a pet. At home,"</span> he muttered, leafing through his book at the same time, <span style='color:green'>"a Ficalt named Mock. And my sister had a Dack named Ice. Ice was a lot cooler than my fat little Ficalt."</span> He then glanced up, eyes now fully avoiding the page, as much as he would dare, <span style='color:green'>"Do you lot have any siblings?"</span>
