In come the Johnathan brothers.

Luce focused his attention back on his brother and the French-speaker, still being unable to make out what they were saying. "I heard my name again. Seriously, what are you two saying?" he asked Cain again, ever so slightly annoyed he had been ignored the first time. Glancing over, Luce noticed how much affection the other girl was showing to the dog. "Damn, I've never seen someone who likes dogs so much." he told her, being slightly surprised by this. After all, he himself was not much of an animal person at all, and didn't understand why some people loved animal so much at times.

The blind French girl looked up when Cain spoke again, and she tugged Skílla's leash handle gently when she felt her dog moving closer to someone, but the white pup was so happy, she didn't pay much attention, she was getting affection, and she loved it. Sibyla however, just wanted to leave. She was feeling awkward only knowing French, and the attention went to her and Cain because of it. "Non, je n'ai pas un traducteur ou anglais sais ... Mais pouvez-vous dire à la fille, elle est à moi, et mes excuses à tout le monde sur ce pour moi?" Her voice was a whisper as she attempted to put some of her hair behind her ear, failing several times. Sibyla felt bad now, as she felt like she was going to be using Cain, now that she knew he spoke both her language and the others.

OOC:No, I don't have a translator or know English... But can you tell the girl she is mine, and apologize to everyone about this for me?

Cain's concerned eyes never faltered as they continued to take in the skinny form of Sibyla. "B-Bon .. je vais le faire." He paused, turning to look at his brother and the girl. "Sorry, Luce. She can't speak english, and she doesn't have a translator of any kind. The dog is hers-- Chantelle's-- and she'd like to apologize for this.. whatever 'this' is. I think the dog is cute." He repeated the compliment about her dog in French, patting the dog on the head again. "I was mostly explaining to her what we were saying. A-Ah, sorry m-miss, are you.. the welcoming committee or something? Is there even that sort of thing here? Was that rude? Shit.."

OOC: Translation: A-Alright.. I'll do that.

Glaring at the two boys at their comments, the welcome committee and the dog comment, Lachesis gave the blunt answer, "One, at least animals understand feelings better than humans like you do! And two, we don't have a welcome committee, you're on your own unless some experienced students come by to help you." It was obvious that she wasn't new, considering the fact that she was wearing Beata's uniform for Autumns, but... Nonetheless, why does it matter? Ugh, new students were so boring. Asking the stupidest questions possible. With their sort of attitude, she couldn't believe the world wasn't over and done yet. Surely, the heavens must think that this was a ridiculous way to live? Questioning about the stupidest things possible. They were all so stupid, stupid, and stupid! In her native language, just to avoid any trouble from this idiotic bunch, the redhead muttered, "Tá tú léinn nua idiots." Warmly smiling at the puppy, she just continued to pet it before remembering... There was a chew bone that she had, though never really needed. Grabbing it out of her bag, in her hands, Lachesis offered the bone to it, wondering whether or not the furry creature would take it or not.

OOC;; Irish - You new students are idiots.

Luce listened to Cain explain what he had talked to the blonde about before turning his attention back to the other girl, whose tone had gone to shit again. Guess without any animals around, this girl must really be a bitch. "Doubt the dog is smart enough to understand as much as a person. But maybe you just think that since it's smarter than you." Luce remarked at her, even though this would likely end up be seen as him wanting to pick a fight. Good thing he could regenerate any wounds he might get. "...And I'm guessing, since you look like you've been here awhile, I'm guessing that is also why you can't show us around." he continued to say. Yep, he was probably going to regret this.

"L-Luce!" Cain exclaimed, astounded at the sudden venom in his brother's voice, directed at the equally if not more rude girl kneeling before them, cuddling Skilla. "That's.. that's not nice!" he cried, poking his brother in the chest-- he thought he poked him hard, but he really barely touched him. Good job, Cain. You're tall, intimidating, and goth-looking, but it turns out, you're just a huge wimp. "A-Apologize!" he demanded.

Okay, that might have snapped her temper. Alright, it did snap it. Getting up from her area where she had been kneeling down previously, throwing the end of her scarf back to position, Lachesis brought her right arm out to the side. In a few moments, a key-like long sword faded into existence, as all magic does. Crossing her two arms, before drawing them back, and tapping her foot onto the ground, a water-like pool appeared, glowing crimson blood colored spirals spinning around. Her appearance quickly changed, her scarf turning into wings, black vein-like markings appearing on her, her eyes now a vivid purple, and a much more revealing outfit. Lifting up her weapon, a number of still frozen bubbles appeared, glistening with blue and red. Looking at the boy, she just didn't want to bother with anything too special. Scanning the bubbles around her before examining the boy again, with the tip of her sword, one of the bubbles shattered before visibly glowing in her hand. With a graceful spin, Lachesis threw the orb at the annoyingly bothersome new student, hitting him straight in the face and dissipating right after.

What did she throw? Oh, a blood curse. It just causes immense bleeding for the next... five minute? Well, he deserved it. Ugh, this was why animals were much better companions than these bratty students! Honestly, they were the most annoying people in the world and she could barely handle them. "Have fun drowning in your own blood. I've had enough of you people!" Whatever powers he had definitely wouldn't be able to cancel out a curse. Luckily, he shouldn't die from this. It was deadly, but he'll be fine. Touching her artificial scarf left wing, Lachesis drew her sword back before saying, "Which one of you want to be next?" Oh, they were already on her bad side. Really on her bad side. Thanks to that annoying boy.

OOC;; too lazy to link, the appearance is in my plotting page. -v-;

Luce looked at himself as blood began to rapidly spill from him after recovering from being hit in the face by the weird bubble.. "Oh damn, this is kinda creepy. It's a shame I don't want to stay like this." he said, grinning towards the curse-user. As Luce looked at her, the bleeding suddenly stopped. Although cancelling out this curse required much of his energy, and Luce could barely hide how tired he now was. "And it's not especially fair that I have no weapon or anything, don't you think? Now, I think Cain and I will be going." Luce said towards the girl, suddenly using what was left of his energy to take off running, secretly not wanting to see what else she had to use against them. As Luce ran, he hoped that Cain was smart enough to take off after him.

Then there was Sibyla, horrified... confused... she heard anger. That got her to grab her dog and practically turn to get as far away as possible, but her weak frame held no help. So she sat there, curled up into a scared ball while holding. Tightly onto Skílla's leash, who was gnawing at the treat given to her ever so happily. Sibyla hoped she wasn't going to be left with the angry girl, but she could do nothing at the time being. The fear she bore froze her still, but all she wanted was freedom from it.


OOC: On a phone, sorry it's bad.

OOC;; 'tis fine *continues this topic*

IC;; "You're such a slow runner - weapon or not!" Lachesis retorted in response as she flung another bubble straight at his back when he lost attention. When this one popped, instead of shattering, it sprouted into a plant, wrapping around, glowing as it drained away energy. Whatever energy he had left to run was gone, so just lie limp down there. Although it bothered her that the blood just stopped dripping for him to drown in his own demise, this should be enough. Go feed him to the wolves or something. Served him right for downright being absolutely rude. Who did he think he was? Thinking he could understand animals, eh? She may not be sympathetic with humans, but, with animals, they're just everything to her. It would explain why she'd prefer to be a veterinarian at this point, but whether or not she could was a different case.

too lazy; don't wanna right - Lachesis completely ignored Sibyla as she froze in fear.

Cain recoiled as his brother simply continued to smack talk the feisty girl, and then jumped backwards a good three feet when she threw a bubble at him, cursing himself in his brain for not attempting to help him. But when he simply stood back up, the blood that had started pouring ceasing immediately, he tilted his head curiously. Oh right. Regeneration. "S-Stop fighting!" he cried, slapping his brother across the face. It wasn't really a slap. More of a 'i'm-going-to-try-and-fail-to-show-you-how-freaked-out-i-am' hit. When his brother responded to Lachesis and turned to run-- well, stumble-walk, he again out of instinct leapt back from the other bubble. Focusing on the reserves of energy deep within his mind that he recognized as his power, he extended one gangly arm toward her, his hand clenching as Lachesis suddenly forgot how to walk. It was only intended to last for a few minutes. Whispering a quick warning in French, he grabbed the other girl by the hand and started leading her away, picking up his brother and slinging one of his arms over his shoulder on the way to the school. "No help from the experienced kids, I guess," he muttered. He turned and looked at Sibyla, even though he knew it would do no good as she was blind-- "Êtes-vous d'accord?" he asked, hoping she hadn't somehow been hit by the crazy girl. Then again, she wasn't really crazy, because his dumbass brother had provoked her. Way to go, Luce.

OOC: Translation: Are you alright?

Luce tripped as the plant grabbed him, barely getting free of it before he lost what little remained of his energy. All he could do now was lay there barely still awake. Luce was slightly startled when he was suddenly hoisted to his feet. "Thanks..." was all he could mumble to Cain as he nearly fell asleep from the lack of energy, barely able to walk even with his brother's help. Yeah, this girl was definitely a bitch, or at least this is what Luce thought.

Meanwhile, the commotion had drawn someone else near, who had taken notice early on, but ignored it until now. Montare ran up to the curse-caster, having seen her attack an apparent new student with her curses. "What the hell are you doing?" he half-exclaimed at her when he was only a few meters from her. After all, Montare would be a fool to ignore this as he was likely still on thin ice with the Headmaster ever since the incidents. He stood looking at the girl, and going off of how she looked, he decided it was best to be ready in case she tried to attack him next.

So much had happened, and all the girl had done was nothing... Except be frightened senseless. As her power of Clairvoyance had kicked in, she recognized all the powers- but the curse inducement held her worrysome. But when she was led away, her malamute following, relief struck, and hard. "Autre que d'avoir peur insensée, je suis bon." Sobyla said, still pretty much on edge from what had happened.

OOC:
Other than being scared senseless, I'm alright.

At the approach of yet another student, the Autumn had just about enough. Most of the students here are pretty annoying and only seemed to judge people on first impressions. Yeah, whatever, she's harsh. But provoking her was most definitely the worst idea possible. Turning away from the now pretty much, limp and drained initiate, now facing the most likely - more experienced - another student, Lachesis, without even bothering to think, threw another curse, this time, it's called an always-going-to-break-a-girl's-heart curse. Don't worry, this curse should last approximately a month or so. From Cain's silent cursing, a new glassy orb appeared from the pool, rising as ice before melting into a gravity-defying bubble floating gently. Examining the recently-created object, the cursed magician turned over to the boy by his bothersome brother, saying, "Cursing yourself for being useless? Do you wish for that to truly happen?" A sly smirk on her face, it could be said that even if he said no, she'd probably use it on him anyway. Besides, she has multiple other curses below the pool to summon if she needed. This was in her favor after all. It bothered her that she was using her abilities without pay, but... what else could she do considering how angered she was? No clear thoughts. Eh.

"Assez!"

Two teachers came rushing into the clearing. A woman with long, near silver hair had been the one to shout, rushing over to the two boys who were shaking on their feet, looking ready to collapse at any given moment. With concern shining in her gray eyes, she helped hold up Luce - urging Cain to let him if he liked. "Are you alright? Are you hurting?" The professor glanced around at the French girl, seeing if anyone else was nearby. "Qu'est-il arrivé? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the orb hovering delicately over the fountain's waters. The English teacher asked what had happened again, unfamiliar with the type of gift that had affected him and unsure whether he had to be taken to the infirmary or not.

The other woman, however, didn't seem so much as concerned over the boys as her coworker was. With a sharp flick of her wrist, thin - but strong vines broke out of the pavement below Lachesis' feet, quickly flying up and wrapping around the entire length of her arms in the blink of an eye. "What have we here?" She mused, lowering her hand slowly to the ground. With it, the vines would tug downward, pulling her victim off her feet and onto the floor. Her emerald gaze traveled to the young men Nebell was helping and the blood on the ground. A silent anger shown on the gift teacher's face as she walked around the curse inducer, looking to her for an explanation.