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Amira he said to himself, he stop and  stared confused, "you don't seem excited about magic." Nortrix had a hard time understanding not enjoying magic. "are you ok, you don't feel sick or anything do you?" Nortrix was starting to get worried.

"I'd rather be a fighter. But just because I haven't found a weapon I'm any good with and I have some silly little powers I have to take a bunch of magic-related classes to develop them. All I can do is mess with plants and water a little, it's stupid." Amira shook her head, the annoyance clear on her face. Even if she could get better, what good would either of those ever do? She didn't want to be a gardener.

"No, I'm fine. Just restless."

nortrix still did not understand. "But if you have magic then couldnt that be your weapon." he stoped to think of an example that would work. "Like your water, im sure with training that water could be turned to ice, then shaped into a blade or claws. You could use plants as whips or ropes to hold your opponent while you attacked with your ice blade." Nortrix felt like he had made a good case for magic and waited excitedly for her say on the matter.

Amira's frown deepened as the boy spoke. She'd always been under the assumption that her water magic was an entirely different thing than ice magic, and while she still wasn't convinced otherwise the idea intrigued her. If she had a weapon that was actually part of her then that had to be one she could use well, right? When it came to plants, though, she doubted she'd ever find much use for them.

"Yeah, maybe. I dunno if it would work that way though..." She knew Nortrix was only trying to help, so she phrased her response more politely than she might have normally. She'd heard arguments time and time again about why she should embrace her innate skills and be a mage like a good girl, and they tended to wear on her nerves these days.

nortrix saw that he had begun to frustrate Amira he didnt want to people to hate him the first day. He decided to try to get the conversation to move in a different direction."Have you tried daggers?" Nortrix felt that daggers could be used relatively easily although he could not somuch as pick up a sharpened stick without mortally wounding himself.

(New joiner)

As he walked toward the school he knew who he was.

He is quite. he is small. he is black, from his ears to the tip of his tail. He can creep through the tiniest crack. He can walk on the narrowest rail. He can pick any card from the pack. He is equaly good with dice. He is always decieving you, into believing he is only hunting for mice. He can play any trick with a cork, or a spoon and bit of fish paste. He is master of his domain. He is King of the conguring turn. He is lord of illutions And spectacular confusions. 

He is a kitty kitty.     

Never was there ever a cat so clever as Magical Mr.Mistoffeless.  

*A hungry black cat joins as school pet. Creeps down the hall toward the cafeteria.*

As she realized that she had managed to make the male unhappy, Amira smiled at him apologetically. He seemed extremely nervous, and despite her annoyance at magic in general she hadn't actually meant to upset him.

"Yeah, I've tried them...and swords, and staffs, and whips..." There were a bunch of others, too, but she simply laughed softly after giving Nortrix a bit of an idea of what she'd tried.

"huh" he thought to himself for a moment. "bows" he said hopefully knowing it was a longshot. he had reached the limit of his knowlege of weapons and knew of nothing else that could help his fellow feline.

Shaking her head, Amira chuckled as she recalled her attempts at using a longbow. She appreciated his attempting to help, but she had the feeling she'd have to get pretty creative to find any weapon that she didn't fail at using.

"Anyway, Baldun and me have weaponsmithing first thing; how about you?"

Nortrix had just remembered that this was indeed a school he had his shadow reach into his robe pocket and hold his class list out infront of him "I have thievery one first."

He was hungery. And the aluring smell of fresh fried chicken was too much   . His mouth was watering   . he could feel the emptyness in his stomach   . He must have a leg at all costs   .

Silently he crept through the halls   . Classroom, after classroom he peeked his head. But he could not find the source of the delicouse smell. A teacher stops and scratches his back   . he purrs   .

But his mission is important. He must find the Fried Chicken before it is all eaten up   . - Lord of the Rings music starts playing-

Baldun looked around a bit as he looked at his unfolded map by setting it on the ground...in about a minute, he found out where the weaponsmithing class was...it was located outside under a large open roofed structure. "Hey Amira...it looks like we'll be outside for our first class." he said quietly.

The hunger in his stomach was growing with each step. jumping on the ledge of a window he pauses to think "Oh to have a sip of fresh milk right about now"    .As he walked foward he notice from the secound story two people over looking a map on the ground. "I wonder what they are up to    may'be Il follow them a bit." jumps to the ground and hides behind a pillar . peeks head around the pillar lisens. "first class huh, I wonder where...    may'be      there will be foods!" 

"Hmm..." Checking her own map just to be sure, Amira nodded. At least it was a nice day today, but she had the feeling it wasn't going to be very much fun working outside in the middle of winter...the ocelot knelt, picking up the map and handing it back to Baldun.

"We should probably hurry. I don't want us to be the last two there." Well, that and the fact that she was probably more excited about weaponsmithing than any of her other classes.

As Mr.Mistofelees crept closer to TakareKazhal, he could only think "food for me, food for me, all for me, food for me! he he If I just fallow them, may'be Il find food!"    . he sniffs the air and hides behind a trash can. he watches contently for movement. 

Baldun took the map and nodded "Alright...let's get going then." he said calmly, taking off his hand and tapping it three times, causing it to vanish "Being a magician has it's perks." he said quietly...the top hat was usually just for traveling purposes. He began to make his way with Amira towards weaponsmithigng class

Mr.Mistoffelees followes close behind, dodging from one hiding place to the next. A butter fly floats by. 

*Bats butterfly down and eats him*    "uhp..." continues the mission and follows.

Amira nooded in agreement, a soft smile on her face. It must be handy to be able to do slight-of-hand for real, rather than simply as a parlour trick. A lot more useful than anything she could do, at least...weaponsmithing was one of the classes she was most looking forward to. Making her own weapon had to mean it was one she could use, right?

Her instinct was to race down the hall as fast as she could, but she made sure to keep to a normal pace so that Baldun could keep up with her.

((OOC: Sorry, C.T. ._. Just got a new cord for my laptop last night.))

Alakar slowly wandered around until he found his Alchemy 1 class. After figuring everything out he sat down in his seat.

Mr.Mistofeless fallowed close behind Amira sneaking and dart from one hiding place to the next. stopping infront of a potted plant next to a door as she walked slowly. A rather over weight gentalmen steps on Mr.Mistofeless tail.     ~ Raawaaawaraarawaa! ~ 

It was the school Vis dean walking out of VooDoo 4' . He jumps in shock seeing he has just stepped on a cat.   Mr.mistofeless tucks his tail and scurries away emedietly. Mr.mistofeless sniffs the air and is amused by the sent of fresh cooked meat.

He pokes his head into the class with the wonderful smell and lisens. ~Now remember when casting Necromantic spells on fresh corpses never...~ Mr.mistofeless felt sick and continued fallowing Amira.

Baldun followed behind until they reached the class area...there were few students in this class, and most of them snickered when Baldun came up..being a very short, slightly chunky badger. The teacher was one Forgemaster Bjorn...a thickly muscled northerner who honestly couldn't help but snicker a bit from Baldun's size...he looked so comical, but Bjorn was kidn enough not to verbally insult him.

Amira glanced around the room, frowning as she saw how few other students had enrolled in the class. Who wouldn't want to make weapons? Well, at least this way she'd be able to make sure she didn't get ignored. Sizing up the large man who clearly had to be the instructor, she grinned. He wasn't blathering on, so that was an automatic point for him after the last teacher she'd met. She took one of the closest open seats to the door, leaning casually back in her chair with her tail flicking side to side.

What.... This is'nt the kitchen! Oh my tummy.   Where am I?     ._.

Mr.mistofelees looked around as he romed threw the maze of weapons and smelted swords. He sniffs and tastes a sword.

Well this is'nt food, tastes like my water bowl. I need some cream and a good nibble of tuna.

He jumps onto a cooling drain ledge. Bjorn walking back to his desk notices the Cat. as he passes he pets Mr.Mistofelees. His strength alone almost squished poor Mr.Mistofelees.    Mr.Mistofelees Scared, Hungery, and in pain. Runs swiftly for the door.

I gotta get some foods. 

Baldun took the seat next to Amira, wanting to be by the closest person he could call a friend...as he still wasn't sure if she considered him a friend of just helped him out of pity. He watched as Bjorn smiled, revealing well kept, razor sharp teeth

"Alright, lads and lasses! Welcome to Weaponsmithin'! I'm not gunna go through some posh introduction...that's what Doc Doron is for. All ya need ta know, is I'm Bjorn, I'm your teacher, and I don't tolerate horeplay while around the forge. Last thing one of ye needs is molten metal on yer head." he said gruffly "Alright, we'll make yer first weapons today. I need at least two volunteers to come up here and use the Magi-Forges...they're the things that form into the basic mold of your weapon and allow it to shape...I'll teach ya techniques to shape yer weapons into the elegant, deadly, and imposin' instruments of self-defense that ya see in the legendary scrolls and statues." he said. Baldun immediatly shot his paw up, waving it wildly...he tended to overcompensate due to his short size...Most of the other kids didn't raise thier hands.

Bjorn looked around the class, spotting Amira "You there, little wild lass...you look itchin to make a weapon like the little'un there...why don't you two come on up?" he asked, with Baldun jumping off of his chair and going over to Bjorn....who towered several feet above him.

Mr.mistofelees walked calmly through the bright flowery feild between the smithing class and the accademy. The winds blew calmly carrying the sweet sent.

ouhhhhh... its been ages. I need some real food now...  

in the center of the feild Professor Snibbles of Necromancy 4 and professor garret of photomancy where setting up a picnic. There seems to be more thin lunch going on here. Mr.Mistofelees never being on to turn down oppertunity sneaked closer under the two feet high flower field.

Mmmm, I smell Turky, FRIED CHICKEN!   , Oh and Ham Sandwichs!    

Mr.mistofelees was drooling.    He had to have some. Creeping ever closer he could hear the two talking. The two seemed inthroled in a romantic conversation. It was now or never! Mr. Mistofelees Needed the food! Dashing the Few yards, he scrambled into the picnic screeching and flailing around as he grabbed for the nearist piece of Chicken. Ms.Garret screeamed as the cat bounced in the air. his tail was buched and the food was scattered.

RAWRAWRAWR!    Screamed Mr.Mistofelees as he twisted and turned wildly shakeing and  munching on everything he could find. Finaly he grabed a chicken breast and CHEESED IT ! Professor Snibbles too befuddled and amused to even show a sign of anger. He started to laugh as the cat dissappeared into the distance.

Thats not funny! said Ms.Garret brushing some potateo salade off of her dress. Sorry that was, ha ha ha, was, was so unexpected, and hehehahahaha the two laughed as Ms.garret sat next to him.  

Mr. Mistofelees stopped at a wall near the janitors courters. He silently reveled in his small victory, munching on the well earned fried chicken.