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The Radiant Coast; Aesulla Opening Ceremonies!
Topic Started: Mar 24 2015, 05:00 PM (8,715 Views)
Senaru
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* Members with Candidates must post here! This is a mandatory Plot thread! Sidebar has been updated for current weather and time change!

This event is considered a formal Candidate (military) function. Candidates are expected to be wearing their formal 'dress' uniforms for the event, which were issued to them as well as their standard work uniforms (For training in ect.) Candidates are not permitted to leave the grounds during the event, though they may leave after the performance if they do not wish to join the afterparty and feast.

Failure to wear your uniforms is considered not only rude (IC) but Candidates can and would be reprimanded for not wearing them, and potentially even get in trouble depending on how they behaved when reprimanded *


It was probably quite fortunate that there were such advancements in medicine, especially in Aesulla, given that the leisurely cruise from Nondir to Aesulla was more or less twelve thousand miles. It had taken somewhere around two months to complete the journey, though they had stopped at many towns along the coast, some of which were even on islands. It was lucky the ships were built with the most current technology to decrease the instances of seasickness to a minimum.

The first few days had been stress filled for everyone- Seeing as the last thing they had seen of the fight on their TV's was a blinding flash, and every non Nondir dragon and rider and such had vanished. Judging by the confusion, it was unlikely that whatever that was had come from the Nondir side. The stunned silence had lasted a while, until the shocked whispers filtered around. What was it? Had the new Titan managed to teleport them, somehow? It had been a day or so before the Technology Titan had gotten word, only those in need to know positions at first had any idea where they had all gone to. He had announced that the group was safe, and on their ways to their various homes, and that as of the time of the message, Yggdrasil was still alive, and recovering.

The days wore on, and more normal activities for the candidates were handed out. A temporary lesson-master was appointed, they were only required to be in the class for all of two hours in the afternoon- none of that waking up at the crack of dawn stuff in Aesulla. The homework was light, and usually dealt with basic care of dragons regardless of elements. Follow up chapters covered the basics for each most common elements, while other elements that were much rarer had more of a reference list of what not to do and what to do. Apparently anyone bonding to a Mourning Dragon was given vouchers for free physiologist counselor help for life, among other things. A lot of elements had interesting notes on them.

Aside from the mild lesson-work, the candidates had some basic chores to do on the ship, which changed every week to give everyone a chance to do every job. The rest of the time was free time, especially when they stopped at the tropical isle towns. Everyone was given a device that beeped incessantly until they returned the ship when it was time to go- And they couldn't get rid of them either, like carnival arm bands. In this way two months had passed. The thinnest candidates from poverty had likely gained a healthy weight, or at least, were on their way. As the fleet approached the mighty coastal city, it was likely more than anyone had ever imagined. Even having visited Aesulla, arriving by air or train just didn't have the same magnificent effect as approaching from the sea, between the absolutely giant archs, it was late sunset and the reflections of the skyscrapers on the water rippled, the lights of the city, the aircraft that made their way back and forth between ports- It was all something out of a sci fi movie, hard to be believed. The hatching complex to the right, built into and part of the sea caverns and high above, this led to the even taller Wyrmling Complex Academy. But ahead of them was the harbor, and so many people welcoming the fleet home.

By nightfall, everyone had been offloaded, their belongings had been sent to rooms assigned for them, and the Candidates were likely very surprised to see Centaurs in the group of already present candidates. In the group as well, was Aterrimus, the Air/Sound Wyrmlingmaster, seemingly recovered since getting knocked silly two months ago. He and his Assistant, Nienna, were handing out room assignments. Many folks were probably a bit perplexed to find out just who all they'd been roomed with. Some folks were already set up, depending on who already lived in Aesulla, and some had thought they'd had their rooms to themselves up until the new wave of candidates from other cities arrived. From here, they'd been given the rest of the night and next day to settle in...And to perhaps get used to their new roommates. In some cases, trying not to kill the people sharing their rooms.

After they'd had a day or two to settle in, and rest from the cruise, the Candidates were told their welcoming ceremony would be soon, and to all dress in their uniforms. The event apparen3 included a party and a feast which could very well go far into the night or the next day, depending on what all happened. And soon enough, they were alerted that the event was underway, and were taken up to the absolutely massive complex, where an audience in the bleachers had already been amassed. This was the hatching grounds, where for many, their lives would change in the coming weeks or months. But set up in the middle of the currently unoccupied grounds (In that no females had come to lay their eggs yet, so were not there to be irritated by ceremonies) was a great stage.

On this stage was, at least currently, what looked like a futuristic band set up and instruments, with seats where the owners of those instruments and singers were sitting. In center stage was Terminus, in his humanoid form, a headset and mic set to where he could speak and have his hands free, the screens around the complex showing him closer up for those in the upper tiers of the stadium seats. Once all the candidates had filed in and had been seated on the chairs on the 'sands' (Really where they were was more like tile, but 'sands' was a term often used from ancient times when most of the grounds were filled with sand.). A few Candidates from more royal bloodlines were slightly apart, with body guards close by, but not so far as to be inaccessible to the other candidates, so they could talk and such.

The most heavily guarded of these people was the Prince of Lomira, Zemal Sahalon, who not only had official body guards, but on one side was a Unicorn he'd grown up with, and on the other side, two Gryphons from the group normally in Lomira. Empress Alistiana and Yggdrasil were here, in the VIP seating area, as well as the two eldest Gryphons (The parents of the two with Zemal) who would not allow the Empress or the Prince to be harmed again. It was unlikely anyone up to this day had even known the Prince would be here, a candidate again, but there was no doubt as to his identity. Once all the candidates had settled into their seats and preparations finished, the Technology Titan, Terminus, raised a hand to silence the crowd, their murmurs quieting, and began to speak.
"Welcome, candidates, to the heart of our country, Aesulla! Ealya has never been more proud to host the Hatching. The next few weeks and months will be tough, there's a lot to learn before you even see your potential dragon bonds, but worry not- We've got the best teachers here to help. We know that not everyone will bond- There's no shame in not finding your match, it just means they haven't been born yet- But for those of you who do, the next three years of your lives will be exciting, and full of learning and growing closer together..." The Titan looked over all of them with a smile, his shining scales shimmering in the multitude of spotlights, which showed off the odd hexagonal coating depending on the angle the light hit him. After a moment, continued-"We hope that, in light of recent events, to provide a safe haven for you to learn in. We understand how traumatizing the Nondir Graduation was, and we know a lot of you, our precious Candidates, were exposed directly to the reality of the war going on. Please rest assured, this city stands as a testament of peace- But even so, we will not allow harm to come to the candidates. We will protect you, at all costs."There was a look of deep sincerity in the Titan's eyes- He seriously meant what he said. That was either a good thing, or terrifying, considering the potential warfare Aesulla could dish out if it wanted to. Most didn't know for sure (But rightly guessed) that Aesulla could end the war with the push of a single button- At the cost of millions of innocent people, depending on where the bomb(s) landed.

A moment later, Terminus turned to gesture to the Centaur people- who had managed to get full uniforms and cloak-like horse 'jackets' for their equine halves, He understood many of them would be a little confused by this, and their unusual roommates, but he hoped they would get along anyway. He had been just as surprised to find out about the equine race as anyone else- but at least he'd been told via phone during the trip to make the proper accommodations for the unexpected candidates. Rooms had been re-organized to fit them in, as well as special bathrooms with similar shower and bathing equipment that lone unbonded dragons used (which helped apply soaps and helped dry them off). The people had been polite, if surprised by the appearance of not only quite a few Centaur, but also three members of the Chieftain’s family. While not 'royal' in their own words, as far as anyone else was concerned it was close enough. After politly gesturing to the Centaur people, Terminus introduced them, then felt it wise to remind the other candidates not to gawk at them.

"You have all, no doubt, noticed that this year, the Centaur people have returned to join in the tradition of Dragonriding as they once did long ago. We understand that you are sure to have a lot of questions about their race and culture, but please be polite when doing so. They're just as curious of our culture as you are of theirs, so long as we're respectful of one another, so please lets make them feel welcome here. We can learn much from one another! They are the Ambassadors of their people, and have even brought the children of the Chieftains to visit us."
Terminus then turned and politely bowed to the Centaur royals, and then bowing again to the Prince before standing and continuing with the formalities, "I have a few other important announcement before we wrap up the official half of the orientations, and that is the good news that our Wyrmlingmaster Aterrimus has recovered and has joined us for this season! Your lessons will be beginning in two days time- Because who wants to start classes the day after heavy partying, right? Secondly, this year, Prince Zemal of Lomira is joining us, we wish him the best of luck and wish to make it clear that his safety is a priority. Anyone attempting to harm him will be arrested, if you are a candidate, you will lose all validation to bond in this or any city. But those are heavy topics and this is a time of celebration, so let's celebrate! Welcome to Aesulla!" There were lots of whistles and cheers, not only for the Centaurs but also obviously for the Prince, who got a lot of applause himself, and random women in the crowd screaming “I l o v e y o u !” . Clearly they knew the Prince was single.

Terminus took a breath and smiled, moving on, and nodded slightly to someone just off stage where no one could yet see them to step forward and take their place next to him. As soon as she moved into view, there were screams and cheers even before the Titan introduced her... "Joining us in Candidacy this year is none other than our very own Faerveren, who will be performing for us tonight in concert, in her last major performance before the hatching season, dedicated to all the Candidates! Let's give her a round of applause!" There was a standing ovation and minutes of loud applause, before the Titan was able to calm them down a bit. Or tried to, anyway. “Following the performance, after guest attendees have left the stands, we will have a traditional feast, followed by an all night party. There is no curfew tonight! We may have further activities later on, if all goes well. With that, I turn things over to Faerveren!”

With that, Terminus quirked his tail, the lights in the auditorium turned low- The evening had turned to night. For a few moments, the stadium was dark, until multi-faceted, many colored lights wove about from the ceiling down, spotlights in multitudes of colors finally focusing on Faerveren. It was possible her manager had had some inspiring pre-concert or post-concert speech planned for her- And even if Terminus knew it was a publicity stunt, he had lived long enough to know that sometimes, even people who never intended to be candidates ended up bonding. But, even so, the celebrity was known to most of the populated world by now, even in Nondir her music could be heard playing from radios the wealthier folks owned. It was probably shocking to hear she was a candidate- even more so than the Prince. The only ones who were likely entirely unknown to such things as Fae were the Centaurs, though even amongst them, some had found music playing in places. This was looking to be the start of a very, very interesting season...Sparks like fireworks crackles on the stage and a sort of non lyrical intermission music was playing, either as the start of a song or the backdrop of a speech...
| Senaru & Space Lagrange | Celestial Titan Selhanzilael | Tesla E. Dison & Lightning Kazrael |
| Nivia & Air Kestrel | Carpediem & Glass Celiostiahle | | Xifeng |
| Okamitahn and Viral Conquillettiddia | Humarzii & Floral Paradisio | Kairen & Sound Tonare |
| Namiko & Water Umibuzo | Ice Tsuraine | Chaos Pandemonium| Prince Ahmduer Candidate |
| Spirit Spectre | Bone Ancithelyn | Metal/Sound Carpathian | Seraphic Talherahiel | Celestial Mahasarmasael
| Opt-In {Aesulla} | Celestial Mistoffelees |

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Aralyn
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She had a room. Albeit now she had a roommate which Jack enjoyed, having a second set of hands who was there to pet him, but she had a room. Aralyn wasn't entirely sure she wanted a roommate but nonetheless, she had one. It was a bit crowded at times but she wasn't one to complain out loud. Really, she was just glad that she wasn't completely alone. Even though she'd been surrounded by people on the boat, it was nothing like living with another person. Ever since fleeing her parents' house what seemed like years ago, Aralyn had spent the majority of her time being able to distance herself from others when she needed a break, and now, having the opportunity to be constantly surrounded by the talking and breathing and other bodily noises that people made made her long for the noises of the land. The birds chirping in trees, the sounds of wings flapping as dragons soared in the skies, talking and engines purring. It was like music to her ears. It inspired her. It made her ice sing in her veins.

Speaking of her ice. Aralyn had heard rumors that if she bonded to a dragon that was so opposite her ice, she'd lose it. Logically, Aralyn knew that it wasn't unusual for that to happen, but she'd spent the entirety of her life feeling this surge and tingling sensation whenever ice-- no matter how minute-- was around. To lose that affinity for ice-- it was kinda scary. But, she knew whomever she was fortunate to bond with would make that loss acceptable. But-- there was always that option that she'd bond to something similar enough to her magic that not only would she keep it, but her affinity would grow and maybe she could create ice out of the hydrogen and oxygen molecules in the air.

Looking around her after they'd filtered in and gotten settled in their seats, Aralyn had a bright smile on her face. Terminus' voice was soothing and she could hear people muttering around her. it was like music to her ears. The shuffle of feet, the rustling of clothes, it was absolute heaven. Bouncing slightly in her seat, Aralyn happened to catch a glimpse of hair that didn't look... natural. Oh shells-- Aralyn's version of a swear word since her mother would have tanned her hide as a child for cursing, she had begun to use the names of things found on the shore she lived near-- what was that girl doing? Didn't she know she'd get in trouble? The tips of her hair were rainbow and it wasn't pulled neatly back away from her face like Aralyn's was. She herself had taken the time to brush her hair back into a neat chignon away from her face, though the difference in her lengths of hair had some of it falling down around her face. That, added to the dressier white uniform she was wearing, made Aralyn feel like she belonged somewhere-- a feeling she hadn't felt in a while.

Dismissing the outrageous hair from her mind-- or rather, she promptly forgot about it in her next thoughts about Rurik, her friend she'd made on the cruise-- Aralyn looked for her friend. Would he be seated nearby or somewhere far off?




Karantos
tag Gilys

Ever since arriving at Aesulla a couple of days before, Karantos had felt, well, awkward. Everyone had stared at him and Gilys, especially since his now best friend was as dark as he himself was light. To be fair, the rest of the centaurs who'd made the journey had arrived at the same time and were receiving the same amount of attention, but it seemed like more since it was often directed at the pair whenever they stepped out of the room that had been prepared for them specifically. It was nice, but he preferred to be outside. You couldn't exactly throw crystals inside-- he'd tried. A very nice looking lamp had shattered and he'd had to explain to those in charge of him why it had broken.

When they'd instructed him to wear his new uniform, Karan actually cringed. Was he not going to be allowed to wear his armor? That was all he owned in the world and he needed it. It kept him safe. Especially considering he and Gilys had already begun to pull pranks. The girl with the crazy tipped hair wanted everyone to believe that she'd done some of that on her own, that it was just hair pieces. But she'd been rude to them, not even being courteous about her curiosity. She'd walked up to them, blurted out questions, demanding they join her.. "entourage" (was that even a word in this day and age? Karan thought it had died out thousands of years ago when people were, well, stupid) and when they refused, amongst peals of laughter of course, she'd all but screamed in frustration and stormed off.

So they followed her, of course, and put dye in her shampoo. They wanted her to get a head FULL of blue dye but for whatever reason, the bottle they'd put it into had been specifically for split ends-- wouldn't she just DIE of embarrassment if people knew about THAT-- and only some tips had been dyed blue. So tonight, she'd apparently either dyed more ends or clipped fake hair into it to make her hair look like it had meant to be that way. Either way, there was pink and green in her hair with the blue that was ACTUALLY dyed in there. Nudging Gilys, who was close by, Karan nodded towards Hanna and grinned deviously. "Think she'll get in trouble?"




Hanna
open but FURIOUS

Today has just not been Hanna's day. She'd arrived back in Aesulla the other day from her mother's farm and met Incand, the dragon. He'd inspired her to go get the small fake tattoo on her cheekbone turned into a real one, but with a neat cybernetic twist that caused the small heart to change colors with her temperature. Right now, since she was in a bad mood, it was a brilliant red. She'd tried to form an entourage over the last couple days-- an unbonded dragon she'd met, a couple of centaurs, and a few girls who'd recognized her for the supermodel she was. But when she'd demanded they join her, the dragon merely snorted at her, the centaurs had laughed and the girls had paled and begun stammering. Apparently, her reputation preceded her and they didn't to be part of an entourage that could get them kicked out. AND THEN. To top it off, she'd showered the next morning and somehow her tips of her hair had turned blue. She'd screamed her lungs off and stormed out of the shower to demand of her roommate-- ugh, the horror-- what Rivalel had done. The female elf hadn't even answered, which was, um, hello, rude! They'd only roomed together for a couple nights and Hanna was already sick of her.

However, the idea of dying her tips of her hair did stick in Hanna's mind. So just before the opening ceremonies, Hanna had visited a stylist. If someone had tried to ruin her hair, she'd show them. She'd get it done way more fabulously than they would have tried to. She was lucky she had caught the act before it ruined her hair. So she'd gone outside the complex and visited her old hair stylist. For a few hours that morning, she'd been treated like the supermodel she was, drinking champagne- illegally of course, but she was famous so they didn't stop and card her- with raspberries floating in it. She'd gotten her nails painted to match the idea of her hair and a facial all while Vincenzo worked his magic. It took hours to get the colors to the brightness she wanted but she was done and ready for the night. She'd said goodbye to Vincenzo and returned to her room and gotten dressed.

So now, at the opening ceremonies, Hanna was stuck in this awful white uniform that washed her out and made her shape just awful in it. And she wasn't even allowed to wear her delightful silver floor length ballgown she'd made one of her friends on the outside send her. How was she supposed to catch Prince Zemal's eye? No one had heard of Vicarous in the two months since the attack at the Nondir graduation and if Hanna was to be powerful and famous, she needed to marry royalty. Fingering the cybernetic tattoo, Hanna allowed herself a moment of grimacing before forcing her face back into one that didn't show wrinkles. The skin around the tattoo was still slightly swollen and tender since she'd only just had it done the night before.

Finding her seat, Hanna sat and listened to Terminus with a bored expression, only perking up when he mentioned Zemal's name. After that, her attention began to wane again until Terminus spoke again, " "Joining us in Candidacy this year is none other than our very own..." At that, Hanna sat up from the bored semi-slouch she'd relaxed into against her seat. Terminus was going to acknowledge her. She was clearly noteworthy, being hello, a supermodel. He'd nodded before speaking to let her know to stand up, right?

Just as she gotten ready to stand, smoothing her hands over her hair, grateful that she'd seen Vincenzo before the event, Terminus had gone on to annouce Fae. Um, excuse her? All Fae did was sing. Hanna had to model! Where was her acknowledgement? She hadn't even stood when Terminus finished speaking and everyone was screaming for Fae. Every spark of partying spirit Hanna had had was gone. All she wanted to do was leave the opening ceremonies, go find her old stomping grounds and get completely drunk. She'd dyed her precious hair for this? And she just bet that because Fae had been announced and she hadn't, Zemal would want to meet Fae and not some unannounced supermodel. UGH.
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Justin Pryce
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Breathe.

Relax.

Don't lose your cool.


What was Justin talking about? He didn't -have- any cool to begin with. He was practically about to vomit in the middle of his large crowd. All the faces around him seemed to wash out with the white uniforms. Why was he here again? Oh yeah, he was a candidate now. Last time he was at one of these events, he was taking photos off to the side at a hatching. He never truly expected himself to be on the other side of the spectrum. What have I gotten myself into? Worrying over nothing, Justin placed his hands in his lap while he listened to the Titan of Aesulla speak.

Having grown up here all his life, he was familiar with Terminus. He didn't 'know' the dragon, but one made sure to know about one's titan. Technology clicked with Justin too, so it was almost as though he'd felt a strange, silly connection to the dragon. His family had picked the right city for the socially awkward boy, at least. He was a candidate now, and he would do everything in his power to assist with the war, even if it was just with his camera. The strap to the contraption was hidden under his white suit, but would be needed here soon. A little birdy had slipped up and told him that there would be the concert tonight, so he'd hidden his camera under the chair. Well, not necessarily hidden, but you get the idea.

With the conclusion of the speech, the crowd cheered and the concert would begin. Heaving his camera out from under him, Justin set it up with a speed that suggested he'd done it many times before, the boy made his way towards the front of the crowd and off to the side where he could get a few decent pictures. Others were in this for the money, and it was true that Justin could probably make a quick buck or two off of the pictures tonight, but Justin just did it for fun. In the midst of the loud, flashing concert, Justin wasn't at home. But, if he had a camera in his hand, any awkward social situation could be turned into something different. He watched and did his best to line up his shots as Faerveren walked out.




Nienna Surion
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Nightmares. That was what dominated her life for the past few weeks. The black miasma bubbled at the edge of her thoughts and vision, threatening to overtake her and drown her sight in darkness. At that point, before she felt as though she were suffocating, she would wake up. The marks from Cernunnos's vines holding she and Aterrimus down had finally gone away, and her partner, Aterrimus (not to be confused with rider, of course.) had recovered as well. Instead of wandering back to the Crystal City, which continued to grow and build strength, they'd made their way to Aesulla for the newest candidates. More running around, more running errands, and more doing whatever needed to be doing. To be fair, she'd seen quite a few things with this gig.

Her notebook continued to fill itself up with information about dragons. She'd met a Pizza making dragon, Ciosa, and she did usually stay within close proximity of Aterrimus. And, as an added bonus, she got to hear all the... long winded lectures for free, no military bond required. She didn't have much room to complain, aside from the mad Emperor attempting to kill them all. She wouldn't write that down as one of the job perks. Instead, she merely assisted where she could. Wiring needed to be placed for the concert, and backstage was set up nice and neat for the singer when she was finished with her set.

"Not a bad jump, eh? At least we get to have a little fun tonight." She nudged Aterrimus with her elbow lightly. He'd been very helpful with recovering after the craziness that was Nondir, although she was sure he had his own demons lurking within his, no offense, bird brain. "Anything else I need to set up, or do you think we're all set, Captain?" She brushed a fleck of dust from the dragon's feathers and looked out at the candidates that had gathered for the concert. She'd already taken the appropriate measures needed for the food. After setting up so many banquets in Nondir, she'd practically gotten it down to a science. It was just what Nienna did, after all. Plates were already out, utensils and the tables she'd picked were already prepared to handle the Centaur candidates and ambassadors as well. All things considered, not a bad night at all.




Rhoan
Tag: Anyone, and Gryphons

Ruya, did I really look this doe-eyed when I started? Rhoan asked the mental dragon at her side. Her dwarf dragon let out a little chuckle and peered off of the balcony into the crowd of candidates below. Rhoan and her posse sat in the VIP booth for now, which was probably quite the sight. Rui sat beside her in humanoid form, while Zulradenon sat next to Rhoan's chair obediently. Probably not. You were too busy screaming at Dragonhounds, from what I understand. The dragon chuckled in their telepathic link, and Rhoan merely shrugged. I do what I can. Sitting up this high made her feel like someone different. Someone far more important than little 'ol Rhoan. But, what hadn't sunk in for the child was that 'Little 'ol Rhoan' was now the princess of the Crystal City. The VIP spot was actually for her. Synivox, as far as Rhoan knew, wasn't here yet, so it was up to Rhoan to be the ambassador for now.

To be fair, Rhoan had her own business in Aesulla. Three, to be exact. Her newest friend, Ahmduer, was a candidate. She wanted to be there for him, and assist him as much as she could, considering Ahm was a Centaur. The race had once again decided to pick up dragonriding, and the young prince wanted to become a candidate. Rhoan didn't mind helping, and even went out of her way to assist the prince. He was a friend, after all. Rhoan stuck her neck out for friends. Second was representing Etharius in the current shenanigans. Synivox was busy running the newest kingdom, and until she got here, Rhoan was it. It had it's perks, such as the VIP suite. And, of course, the last reason. "Miss, would you like a drink?" The waiter asked, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. Rhoan turned and stood up out of habit, albeit wobbly. "Oh yes, thank you!" Taking the water gingerly was easy. Sitting back down without spilling it was the hard part. Her mangled leg was attached to a mechanical one, which made her balance off.

Oh, right. The third reason was her leg. She was here on 'un'official business to get a permanent rod in her leg, so that she could switch out prosthetics as she grew. The one she wore now was mediocre at best, but what did you expect without an appointment in Nondir? If I was doe-eyed, I wasn't after the accident. Her candidacy led to her lost leg. Ruya nuzzled her bond and licked a cheek before the swirling patterned dragon wrapped around the girl's neck like a scarf. True, but it did bring me to you... The dwarf dragon purred, closing her eyes. Rhoan couldn't help but smile. Yeah... you're right. That wasn't a bad trade at all.

Rhoan was aware of the concert, but really didn't have much interest in it. To Rhoan, she was just another candidate. But, by the sound of the cheers, Rhoan couldn't help but join in their clapping, if only to increase the noise for the performer. They lived off of applause. The louder it was, the more energy they exerted, right? Rhoan didn't really understand these kinds of things. But, to be fair, she had to control herself from hyperventilating in the presense of the Gryphons. Having been told she was a Beast Master was confusing business. Being able to bond to multiple creatures was a gift, yes, but she wasn't sure about the Gryphons. She knew they existed, yes, but she'd never actually seen one. It took everything in Rhoan's power not to stand up and shove her face into their feathers, just to see if they looked as soft as she thought, or to ask ridiculous questions and try to understand more about them. However, she just watched the concert as it began and only sneaked a glance occasionally, when she thought the Gryphons weren't looking. When it wasn't so rowdy, Rhoan planned on mingling with the concert so she could find Ahm. In the meantime, Ruya's swirling dreamy patterns pulsated with the beat of the concert, creating quite the dazzling display.
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| Justin Pryce and Water/Toxic Nyanabranche 'Annae' (#38C6EC) |
| Nienna Surion |
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| Nature Cernunnos(#00F16C) |
| Sivin Tlithar and Air Sound Katzeangst (#FCFF00) |
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Anviel Veyanir
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She was nervous- a sort of nervous that made her wonder if she would be able to really keep her composure without passing out or just getting far too excited or whatever. It was only the opening ceremony- the eggs hadn't even arrived yet. Anviel knew that she was far too anxious for a simple opening ceremony like this, but she couldn't help it. This is what she had been waiting for her whole life. She'd wanted this since she was little and had first heard of dragons and their riders. Yet when her dream was finally coming alive, she could hardly even force herself to look calm.

Perhaps it was the fact that she couldn't continue to ignore the fact that it was her destiny- or perhaps fate, depending on what unfolded- to do this. She was a candidate, dressed in her formal apparel, attending the opening ceremonies. The Titan, Terminus- the Titan of her city- had addressed the candidates, and that had included her. Anviel had always wanted to do this, but it still didn't quite take away the shock of actually being there, actually partaking in these amazing events, for the first time in her life. She'd been there for her brother, of course, when he was a candidate and bonded to Afrastrasia, his dragon, but somehow, there seemed to be something fundamentally different about knowing that all these speeches applied to her. That not very long from now, Anviel's life could be changed forever and there was no going back. It wasn't that she wanted to, of course, but making such a choice, such a big step... That was scary.

Or maybe that wasn't really what she was worried about. The elf had been there, at the graduation, when the Emperor Vicarous broke the ceasefire prematurely. She'd been watching, on the television, when they thought that the Life-Titan had fallen, when the terrified wyrmlings- and older dragons and riders, too- were forced to flee from Nondir while being chased by the forces of Illiran and the Emperor, having done nothing but chosen their factions- something which had somehow, if unsurprisingly, set him off. That could happen to Anviel and the other candidates at any time. Of course, they had Terminus and the armies of Aesulla to protect them, with all their technological might, but would that really stop the same person who had been crazy enough to force a bond with the Death-Titan and usurp a city?

She had to hope so, Anviel noted to herself, as she glanced up at the stage where Terminus was along with a high-tech band. They'd likely have some sort of entertainment for the candidates, of course. The elf was quite curious to see how the festivities would play out for the rest of the night, and wasn't quite sure what she'd do. She would've brought her cell phone or maybe one of the textbooks from the library, but she wasn't quite sure what was permitted. It was a military event, after all, and Anviel wasn't keen to risk breaking the rules so early on.

Still, she wished that she had something with her that she could use to contact her brother or his dragon. They were off in Etharius, helping set something up- he hadn't specified. He had always been there for her, but the one time that she needed his advice the most, they weren't in the area. She let out a sigh and a ran a hand along her ribs, where she would usually keep her phone in her pocket. It was pretty stupid to think that she felt so lost without it, and Anviel knew it, but she needed her brother right now. She'd just have to wait until after the party, but who knew how long that'd last?

Anviel listened eagerly to Terminus's speech, curious about what the Titan had to announce to the candidates, many of which would soon be bonding on his sands. It addressed most of the expected topics- first, he spoke of how Aesulla would protect the candidates. She wasn't much comforted by that. Anviel had grown up in this city and she knew how secure it was, reiterating that seemed as though Terminus was admitting that something could go wrong- although the elf understood that he likely didn't actually believe that. The next news offered her a bit of amusement, although more for personal reasons than anything. Respect the centaur people, don't gawk at them, don't badger them about their culture. Anviel had been lucky enough- in her eyes, anyways- to end up with a centaur for a roommate. She could do that in the privacy of her own room, which was even specifically designed with a centaur in mind. She'd had to try and adapt to that pretty quickly, and she liked to think that she had done a good job. The announcement of Faerveren's concert hardly prompted any response from the elf. She had listened to the singer's music, sure, and she enjoyed it, but she had never been one for caring about the people behind it. The thought sounded more creepy to her than anything.

The candidate glanced around at her peers, looking for something to do. Anviel could listen to the concert, she supposed, no matter how unused to she was to things like that. There's no reason to be nervous. The elf reminded herself, before adding with amusement, I can always splash a glass of water on Prince Zemal if I really want to get out of this. And she didn't. It was just the suspense that was eating at her so much. The uncertainty about what was going to happen in the coming weeks. But this was her life now. She had to get used to it. She wanted to get used to it, she wanted to enjoy being a candidate and when -hopefully- a dragon found a kindred spirit in her.

Anviel twisted around in her chair to look for somebody who was familiar, who she could strike up a conversation with. An old school friend, somebody she had chatted with on the cruise, anybody. There were so many unfamiliar faces, and she wasn't keen to be a total stranger to the people that she could potentially be spending three years of her life with. Perhaps it would ease her nerves, anyways. These people were just like her, after all. All apart of the same organization, all gathered for the same purpose, all experiencing the same things. Surely at least some had to understand her anxiousness, if not share it.
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Well, surely the other centaurs felt as out of place as him. Often, he had felt eyes on him, gawking most of the time. Gilys had returned most, if not all, with awkward waves and grins. Maybe it was the tattoos? They certainly stood out, stark white against his otherwise ebony coat. Not to mention the younger centaur was often found beside his new best friend, Karantos, who was just... well, quite literally, they were light and shadow. It certainly drew quite a few pairs of eyes to them, though he was certain the others got the same amount of attention. Oh, what he would give to run about outside! While the indoors did not quite inconvenience him, it was a little more difficult to run away from enraged prankees.

A patterned hand reached up to adjust the collar, the stiff white dress uniform just feeling incredibly out of place on him for a plethora of reasons. It was white. Had the room been any darker, it might as well have been floating around in thin air, for against Gilys' dark coat, it simply looked quite ridiculous. Neat and flashy, but he would take the tattoos against the uniform any day. Again, the centaur fidgeted, this time keeping an eye on the Titan on stage while thinking back on the activities they had engaged in over the past few days.

So apparently his ink manipulation did include putting dye into shampoos. A playful smile tugged at his lips, widening into a broad grin as Karantos started to speak, his mismatched eyes landing upon a rather colourful head. She had been oh-so-very rude, even annoying the normally very cheerful Gilys. "I sure hope so," he chuckled.

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Well, the candidacy hadn't started off as well as she had anticipated. Not only was she rooming with a complete diva, there was this uniform. She had little problem with the appearance, it was a little too formal for her tastes but there wasn't anything she could do anyway. It just was not really the most comfortable, was it? Probably because it was new. That didn't stop the elf from adjusting the uniform with a quiet huff of annoyance as she searched for a seat. Dark eyes landed on a particular, distinctive head, and Rivalel promptly made a detour. No reason to make the ceremony torturous, there were plenty of others to sit next to. Curiously, she sneaked a look at the Prince. As ... tempting as it was, there were plenty of others vying for his attention. Rivalel was content to sit this one out.

It was not really anything particular new to her, per say, but it was most definitely so much better than the ceremony at Nondir. The redhead shuddered at the thought, before focusing on locating a seat. She slid in behind a dark-haired elf who did not look much older than her, only partially paying attention to the technology Titan's speech.

She was unreasonably nervous for the second time she had attended a candidacy. Shouldn't she be all calm, cool and collected? Experienced? Having been through the absolute nightmare which had plagued them... Her eyes sought out any familiar figures, brightening slightly as she noticed Aterrimus, who had recovered since then. The redhead's thoughts wandered again. Oh, how she would love to bond this time. The previous couple of years had been a rollercoaster of emotions, especially after it plummeted downwards as she found out that she wasn't going to bond that time. Rivalel crossed her fingers. Hopefully, this time.

It was then she noticed that the elf in front of her had twisted around in her chair. While she failed to find a name in her head, it didn't stop the redhead from leaning forward, grinning with a cheerfulness which masked any anxiety. "Nervous?"
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The ground was not meant to heave to and fro. It had done so once in Teagan's life with the earthquakes that had rocked Nondir, though sadly not off its foundation. Whether real or imagined, the belligerent redhead could feel every slosh and dip as if the ocean waters meant to to coax her innards to a state of unrest. Actually seeing the waves for the first few weeks was enough to make her insides lurch and her skin to crawl. Medication proved only a temporary respite to the illness, but it could do little for the sickening sensations that accompanied. From the cloying, sucking sensation at either sides of her jaw, to the thick not that formed in the back of her throat. Drained of spunk as well as acerbity, the usually opinionated candidate went largely silent, afraid that opening her mouth might expel more than just a disagreeable opinion in many cases.

Barring illness and a hunger for solid ground away from the wet, she settled into her chores with a gusto she could not otherwise express. It seemed strange, having so little to do. She was used to being up well before the sun considered it worth her time to rise, and was not typically asleep until long after she had grown tired of gazing upon the eyesore of Nondir. Scrubbing floors, washing dishes, folding sheets-such tasks were child's play to fabricating metal, or worse yet, tending a street corner-candidacy was a far cry from sheer survivalism and the chores gave her plenty of time to reflect upon her almost immediate past. Even if she did not bond, life in Aesulla could shape up to be a pleasant change-preferably somewhere landlocked, or at least as far from the cost as possible. She was having none of that ocean charm, and at the rate things were going, she didn't anticipate adapting well at all. Still, the sheer amount of technology suited her interests. She did not have much experience with higher level tech, but it could not possibly be so difficult to learn as to be impossible. She would like that very much indeed.

Short lessons provided a brief precursor to what she could possibly expect if her luck panned out more favorably-at least in the case of other riders. Despite the excitement of the other candidates it was simply not in Teagan's nature to assume that a noble creature would stoop so low as to wish to bond with her. She was here for Rurik, and only too pleased that their efforts to escape the squalidness of Nondir had been a success. They did not have the opportunities back home to be properly social; it would do him good to branch out, meet new people, maybe even sort his learning disabilities. There was some minor victory here away from the drudgery. The lessons did more than open up her ruminations to whether or not she'd be scrubbing the underside of a magnificent scaly beast-she was acutely aware of needing new glasses. The years of working with a plasma torch were ever apparent and nights spent fussing over homework had her constantly readjusting her reading glasses to make sense of the small print. Her handwriting could likewise use some inspiration-it was a wonder that the lesson-master could tell what it was she handed in.

Alas, it was the free time that left Teagan entirely out of sorts. In the past, not working meant not eating, or possibly losing their closet sized flat. Such time was reserved for only the worst of illnesses. Here on Terminus' yacht however, food was hardly what one could consider scarce. She'd developed a fondness for fruit and vegetables, as well as an acute awareness of just how much salt she'd consumed back home. Less was more here and bland flavors were a blessing in spades. Socializing was a brief affair, not for lack of interest but for the queasy uneasiness that had made itself at home in the pit of her stomach. The desire to keep busy however, could not be so easily satiated. Teagan asked for extra chores where she could, and swapped with candidates when there were none to be found. Those that wished to shirk off were of no consequence to her-they would get the comeuppance when the time was right; it wasn't her fault they took so readily for the chance to be free of responsibility.

One would think that the occasional stops upon solid ground would have been a blessing, but alas, the little islands did little for Teagan other than reinforce her discomfort around such large bodies of water. Sand shifting beneath her boots made for uncomfortable footing. It was all too similar to the pitch and yaw of the yacht and the beaches held little in the way of attraction for it meant getting closer to the shoreline. Breathtaking sunsets and aerial displays by the clouds above were simply not as enjoyable when endless in all directions. They made the young mechanic feel somehow...small, and very aware of just how out of her element she truly was. Perhaps, once they reached Aesulla, the mainland would provide more reassurance. Her only favorable respite came from a little shack closer to the center of one island. They served a quaint little drink made from ginger ale and vanilla ice cream. It was bland enough that she could keep it down and the ginger seemed to help with the ever present nausea.

The arrival to Aesulla proper was heralded with no small amount of celebration-though Teagan did not share it aloud. Solid ground and civilization were privileges she could not even take for granted in Nondir, given it's propensity for massive quakes in recent years. With it's massive arches, lights, and aircraft in excess there was much to take in-nevermind that the ocean no longer dominated the view. Teagan could finally relax, they had made it to the new city at last. There would of course, be no time for celebration however, as the candidates received their room assignments. Teagan checked the once, twice, and a third time over before resisting the urge to bitterly ball the paper to bits before it smoldered dangerously between her fingers. She dropped it to the floor, stamping it out before taking what was left of the bad news and heading off to her room. Of all the people she had been stuck with out of hundreds, it had to be Selina. Perhaps she still had the gag and handcuffs in her duffle bag; if she never had to listen to the other candidate again she would be ecstatic.

The time before the welcoming ceremony felt as though it were a blur. With only a day of work in between their arrival and prep, Teagan once again found herself in the white candidate's uniform. The burns had been repaired and her ability to iron clothes had much improved-the starch was not so stiff that the creases stayed for days after. Word traveled down the grapevine that there would be some sort of concert at the event-some musician that she had heard but could simply not remember the name of-regardless, it wasn't likely to be heavy metal and she had come prepared with her headphones from her past job; custom molded, they had an attached cord for either end and a plug that could be pulled if someone needed to speak with her. She kept them tucked neatly in their tin within her pocket, just in case.

She had not expected to see royalty among the chaff-nor the gryphons-those were quite the surprise as her attention lingered momentarily upon the two magnificently feathered creatures. What's more...a unicorn? For all Teagan knew they would see a phoenix by the end of the night. The centaurs received somewhat less attention but well, when you helped to put horse shoes on the ambassador...among other things...seeing the rest of the cadre was hardly a surprise. Perhaps she could get to know the others, in time. There was half a wonder if her suggestion of a caparison had led to the added cloaks of their candidate uniforms for there was a great deal of awkward shuffling from hoof to hoof. Perhaps it would be best never to mention it aloud. She focused her attention back upon the Aesullan titan as he made his announcements to the crowd before giving the floor to Faeveren.

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Braelyn
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Nervous feathered hooves stamped as Brie danced lightly in place. Aesulla was not the plains of her home and the ground beneath her hooves was hard and unforgiving. Idazon had made a suggestion for where to obtain new shoes rather than sticking to the irons she was so used to wearing, but the switch was strange and she was still trying to get used to them. They weren't unpleasant, no, not at all. Unlike the old iron shoes her father had packed for the journey, these new...plastic?...shoes had flex and she could move much more lightly-still, it was a sight, and for several days she'd felt a bit like a cat with tape stuck to it's paws. She was likely twice as annoying for as long as she'd been permitted she kept her bells. They were a small comfort here in this new place-all noise and lights, strange scents and not all were pleasant. Much as she wished she could take in more of the city, the little ice horse had not come to Aesulla as a tourist. There was work to be done, and she would see to it that she set an example that Nlaroh would be proud of.

When it came to their room assignments, Brie tried her best not to be terribly disappointed. Minerva was not to be her roommate, but that should not have been a surprise. Out of the hundreds of candidates that would arrive, she could barely hope to spend all of her time with a bosom companion, and requests were not allowed-or if they had been the little filly had missed them entirely. She did have the good fortune to be paired with someone she knew. Aidan was quite the little spitfire and a pleasure to be around when not haunting in the wake of Minerva's hoof-beats. They should get along swimmingly, at least that was the fjord's hope. With the change of climate, as well as the new dress code with their uniforms, she had asked the other 'taur to help her trim up before the intro ceremony. Properly clipped, her mane gave an appealing little arch that accentuated her figure. The midstol was left about a quarter inch above the white sides and her tail came to an abrupt trim, parallel to the ground.

Perhaps however, the trim had been a mistake, for there was an addition to their candidate uniforms. A strange sort of cloak or blanket, the offending garment rubbed uncomfortably against her mane and made her acutely aware of the fabric and it chafed something awful. Standing in the auditorium took a great deal of patience and she couldn't keep entirely still despite her best efforts. The sooner these proceedings were done, the happier she would be in the long run, at least until she got used to the clothes. Hopefully it wouldn't cause too much trouble. A little antsy prance wouldn't ruin the ceremony, would it? Get a grip on yourself, Braelyn, the there are plenty of others already staring at you. Best not give them something to look at. She admonished herself harshly, smoothing the sleeves to her coat she did her best to make herself presentable, no matter how badly she wanted to move.

As Terminus made a few announcements to address the crowd, Braelyn turned her attention towards Prince Zemal with a bit of surprise-not from the royalty himself, the gryphons were a rare treat, as was the unicorn standing with them. Still, she didn't want to stare for long. Others were already making a spectacle of her people, there was no reason to return the favor to such a noble race. Eyes forward, back straight-she had to set an example, that was why they were here. And yet, something was amiss. Not far from her were Karan and Gilys and it was hard to miss their jeering and gesturing, being so much taller than she was. She followed their attention to some human in the crowd with the most sour demeanor of anyone she'd seen in Aesulla thus far and flicked her ears with a huff. Karan's nervous grin did not set her thoughts at ease as she swiveled her attention toward the both of them.

"Think she'll get in trouble?"

"I sure hope so,"

Nervous laughter? Oh no. What were they doing..or had they already done it. She flicked her tail and glanced for someone else to draw attention to he pair but she couldn't go gallivanting about right that moment with the concert preparing to start, turning to look about for someone at least a bit more intimidating that might pick up on the distress.

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Weathered, calloused fingers stroked a scraggly beard as Gus settled into the seating for the audience. He had helped Xifeng set up the pyrotechnics for the show, but it was not the reason he had come. No, grizzled old fire was more than looking forward to the upcoming hatching. Here at the welcoming ceremony, he could get a look at those that his potential hatchlings could choose from, if they were so inclined, of course. Terminus had collected quite a number of new hopefuls to try for the ranks and he looked forward to seeing all the new faces. There wasn't much that could hold the fire's wanderlust at bay, but fatherhood was a good motivator and and whether or not he had made a contribution in the past, it was a rare event indeed that he ever missed a hatching, or graduation.

Nondir had been the first in quite some time, and it seemed that not being present at the graduation was for his benefit. With his disability there was no guarantee that he would have survived Vicarous' treachery. A sense of nagging guilt stirred in his chest at the rumination. Xifeng had been there, and he had not. How much longer would he wait before rejoining the ranks? Could he even do so, with so many years astray. Probably not. He was no longer built for warfare and part of him wondered why weary feet always brought him back to Lomira. He knew the answer of course; but it did little to stop the thought that perhaps it was not in everyone's best interest.

But now was neither the time, nor the place for such ruminations. Today was a celebration, and there was much to enjoy. He could see see Prince Zemal down below, the young man was impossible to miss with his menagerie of an entourage. Eidolon, that was the unicorn, at least if memory served. He scratched his head over the gryphons however. Though he had certainly seen them in his time, the younglings names were always a jumble. Lots of "A" names, but nothing that he could immediately recall. Hopefully the boy would bond this year. To one of his own? Not necessarily, though what an honor that would be. The centaurs he did not know what to make of; he had come across them once upon his travels, but the need to reveal more had never really come up. They traded stories and various bits and bobs, and that was the end of it. To seem them here as candidates was a rare treat and he wished them well.

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Aurinko was late, very late. Not even fashionably so, but horribly and inextricably delayed. Perhaps he could blame Morganne, but no, that would be unfair. It was the coast! The sea! There was so much to see and so much fishing to do. They were not on shift to watch the Prince and well, things got out of hand. Tuna was amazing; fast moving, hard to catch, and worth the chase. With luck, no one would have noticed his belligerence. He loped through the hall leading to the VIP section, all the while listening to the muffled sound of Terminus as he made his opening speech. He could feel the color rushing to his nares in embarrassment as he neared the entrance to the VIP section, poking his feathered head in and checking to see if the coast was clear.

It was not, of course. There were people of every important rank here, all of which were capable of scolding the the gilded gryphon. He ruffled bronze and white feathers nervously before seeking a place to settle in that was further away from his parents, or Yggdrasil...or Empress Alistiana...oh...he would be missing tail feathers after this. Cautiously, the osprey patterned avian hunkered down, low crawling to keep out of sight as the announcements ended. With a nervous flick of his plumed tail, he curled up near the overly large chair occupied by a very small girl. Hunkered there in the shadow of the seat and rubbed his beak against a talon, only to discover to his dismay that he was still slightly covered in fish offal. "...Oh dear." He clicked softly. If he had external ears well, they would be burning. With all the pomp and circumstance, Aurinko's fluffed softly as golden eyes adjusted to the dark before peering over the edge of the seat he hid behind.

"Hello!" No sense in being a stranger. He was hiding beside a child, after all. Such a brave, brave bird!
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These past few weeks had been a whirl wind for the young elf. Never before had Nox been on a ship so large. It was enough to set his curiosity afire and he was getting his nose into everything he could get into. It seemed that Nox was one of the few blessed to not suffer from any sort of seasickness while they traveled and the elf took full advantage of the luxuries the cruise provided. He knew well that they would be put to work very soon. Though perhaps Nox didn't fully understand the dangers of becoming a candidate till he watched on the televisions with the other candidates the events that happened during the Nondir graduation.

It hadn't put a complete damper on Nox's spirits though. Becoming a candidate had given him one wonderful gift. His own voice! For the first time in all his life he was able to speak to people...ish. Like any muscle or skill it had to be trained much to his dismay. Nox had developed the odd habit of babbling to himself in the halls which might have earned him an odd look or two from anyone who happened to be around. There had been more than one occasion of him embarrassing himself with pronunciations. Still, life goes on and at least he had learned to speak well enough to be mostly understood. Nox hoped to be particularly lucky and maybe one of his fellow candidates would also understand sign language.

Once lessons started, Nox could barely contain his excitement. They were here, and they would have a chance to bond with DRAGONS. A life long companion, never to feel lonely again...or well, so he hoped. It was enough to gloss over the fact that violence seemed to be a part of the deal. Nox hoped he might be more useful as a healer or support wing. Of course that all depended on him actually bonding to a dragon. Nox viciously drowned down the thoughts of self doubt. If he was good enough for the military to fix his voice box so he could stand on the sands, then he was good enough for a dragon!

Nox pulled at the collar of his uniform, trying to get comfortable. The elf really was trying his hardest not to fidget during Terminus' speech but these uniforms where not his cup of tea. To be honest it was all still a bit overwhelming for the elf. He only just found out a few days ago that his roommate was one of the centaur candidates. Nox groaned to himself, momentarily amused he could actually do that now, but still he groaned. His roommate was a PRINCE. Nox had no idea how to act around a prince...So far though it seemed he hadn't made too much of a fool of himself. The elf had to admit to himself it was also awesome! Maybe if he was lucky they could be friends. For now he sets his attention back on stage. There is the possibility for music and that will always draw Nox's attention from nearly anything.

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Of all things...a uniform. Of course there was a uniform. Rocherion chafed under the white thing terribly. It took most of his iron will to not rip it off his form and run away screaming. Instead the blue roan stood rock still during the technology titan's speech. Roch kept his expression pleasantly neutral. He wasn't normally one to feel claustrophobic but the uniform, the city, the people, it wass a lot for the big centaur to take in. If Roch ignored it, perhaps he'd get used to it. He crossed his arms. If the uniform was bad the stares were worse. Rocherion had never felt so out of place before. His hooves clicked way too loud on the modern streets of Aesulla and it only served to draw more attention to him. That, and he towered over almost all the elven and human population. Thank the celestial for dragons and modern amenities catering to those with more than one pair of feet. Roch only hopes that the titan's speech would help curb the people's attention just a little on him and his fellow kin. At least enough so he could feel like he could breathe again.

The roommate was an interesting twist, a female elf. The first one he'd ever met in all honesty. It had only been barely two days since he first met her and of course something breaks. It was going to be a very interesting stay to say the least. He only hoped he hadn't accidentally scared her off with that first impression. Speaking of first impressions, he looked over his fellow candidates, human, elf and centaur. Most seemed to feel young to him but he wasn't entirely sure. All the races aged at different rates and he had definitely not met enough humans or elves to be able to tell the difference yet.

Rocherion stood patiently off to the side as he listened to the technology titan speak. He wasn't expecting a concert but then again he doesn't know what to expect really at this sort of function.
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Selina had gotten quite as the trip wore on, she was going home for the most part. she grew up in Ealya but had never been to the capital so she was excited for that part, it had to be a hundred times more amazing then the small farmstead she grew up on. Selina's time on the yacht honestly involved keeping to herself, a few people who walked by her room could no doubt make out the sign of her guitar playing or perhaps even her singing...she wasn't terrible at it. The tropical beaches had presented a weird predicament for Selina, she didn't really wear bikini's or normal swimsuits. She didn't even spend her time with most other students, she left to wander in more underpopulated areas, enjoying the wildlife and the feel of the sun on what skin she did show.

The food had been amazing, she was used to eating three meals a day. This food however was a lot different then her simple fair, the already kinda chunky woman was rather pleased to eat more. Her chores were simple, she did as she was told and helped out other candidates when they needed heavy lifting, she tried her best to be a friend but didn't socialize too much; the first day had left a sour taste in her mouth that left her to question her actions more then a bit. Still she never did approach Teagan again during the trip and truth be told she went out of her way to avoid her, she figured it was better to leave her be then to further piss her off. She didn't want to cause trouble. If she had a moment later when they were on land she would apologize but for now she simply kept her distance.

Schoolwork hadn't been too terribly new or shocking to her, she had after all been to school most of her life. She did her work and turned it in as quick as she could, she read ahead and absorbed all of the information she could. She especially loved learning about the rarer breeds of dragons, they were all so interesting and strange. She couldn't even fathom one of them picking her though. She was almost scared she wouldn't get chosen with the next hatching. She felt like a fish out of water almost and her one attempt to be something other then the dumbass farm girl had, in her opinion, backfired.

The arrival to the capital was amazing the city was more then she could have imagined. From the archways to the breathtaking city scape it was almost too much for her to take in at once. She wanted to explore at some point but for now she had work to do. Then came the roommate assignment. The color in Selina's face had drained and she sighed inwardly, this was going to suck so much. She resigned herself to an unhealthy relationship with her roommate this year, she knew it wasn't going to end well after all. She had waited till she was sure Teagan had dropped her stuff off before going in to put her own stuff away and to get ready for the opening ceremony.

Selina had spent hours working on her hair and making sure her uniform was straight and prepared. She sat quietly through the ceremony and groaned just a tad at the music selection...it wasn't her style, for a country girl she tended to prefer something more metal. Still she settled in to enjoy the opening ceremony all the same. The Centaurs were another matter all together, Selina was curious about them and wanted to learn more. Selina had grown up around horses and still remembered her favorite from when she was little, she doubted the Centaurs wanted to hear about that though. So she decided not to make an ass of herself again and shelved her questions for now.


Minerva
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This place stank. That was all the burly shire could think as they arrived at Aesulla. Steams billowed from her as she crossed her arms and observed the city. She had to remember to keep her axe close, after all she didn't really like the gawking some of the humans gave her. Minerva felt more than out of place, this wasn't home after all...the people were all too stuffy and they weren't open or friendly at all. She half regretted this entire trip, at least Brie was there though.

Minerva snorted a bit and billowed steam from her nose..a sign of agitation from the centaur. She had weird shoes on, plastic? She liked the ones that Brie's father had made for her these ones just felt weird and she was afraid she would break them in a proper charge. Still she had to behave she had to make her people proud of her and represent her family. Then came the outfit...it wasn't too bad actually. Minerva kinda liked the cape it had a dashing sorta feel to it. She made a mental note to get more bits of clothing like it cause she thought it made her look handsome.

Minerva was disappointed with the room arrangement, she didn't even know who the hell this Faerveren was, she felt like she should though the humans seemed excited about her when they announced her name at the opening ceremony...maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. She made her way around until she spotted Brie and waved to her before heading over to where she was. She was excited to see her friend and more of her people. She picked her way through the crowd until she reached her best friend.

"I feel like this Faeveren is someone I should know about." She said to Brie as she crossed her arms. "How are you Brie?" She asked as she tilted her head a bit and looked at her friend. She and then flinched a bit as the fireworks and such went off, she reached for her axe almost on instinct but found it not to be there. It was disheartening she liked her axe and not being allowed to carry it everywhere was a little annoying. So far she wasn't enjoying this opening ceremony, she only hoped her future roommate made good music, she snorted a bit and shook her mane a tad.
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Averon hadn't managed to meet any of the candidates on the cruise, primarily because he wasn't on it. He had been living in Aesulla for awhile now, and only decided to join the candidacy after the Nondir affair had more or less ended, at least the portion of it that involved sending over candidates. The barracks here in Aesulla had been more or less empty for the week or so he'd been there, and then all of the sudden a massive flood of people had come in with the boat. He hadn't actually done much to avoid meeting anyone, but somehow he had managed it anyways. Well, at least of the new people. He had made the barest of acquaintances of those that were living in Aesulla already. It just meant that things were even more annoying when he had to come to this concert. Tons of people, none of them that were really familiar at all.

...Well, if he had to feel out of place, it was probably best if he found someone that felt the same way. He walked calmly through the main doors into the theater like building, he was wearing his usual somewhat large coat, though it was open and the uniform was at least partially visible within it. He spared a few glances around the bustling crowd as he moved, before deftly darting out of it and around the various people in his way till he came to a more open spot. It happened to contain a horse-person, but so far as he guessed that wouldn't be any worse than a not-horse-person. He managed not to stare thankfully, just eyeing him long enough to pick a spot near enough to be polite without getting stepped on or something if the centaur got startled.

"So, know any card games?" he asked, as he opted to sit on the ground somewhat to the side of the Centaur, rather than actually taking any of the seats. After that question he took out several packs of cards and set them on the ground in front of himself. One was open, and somewhat worn, but the others were still in their packaging. He wasn't sure if the centaur had cards, or not out in the fields so it was as much of an actual question, as it was an invitation to play such a game. As his old cloak touched the ground, and was somewhat gracefully swept about him, numerous small clinking and jingling noises could be heard from it. There were untold random objects stashed within, even if it wasn't too obvious to those looking at it, most of the pockets and such were accessed from the inside edge, and none were stuffed too full to make any distinct shapes in it.

"I'm Averon by the way," He added as a mere after thought, he supposed it was polite to introduce oneself, though generally that was to be done before other things. He didn't especially care, but if he found out the others name it was less likely he'd call him 'Ed' or something... Which he would have already done, if he had any hope of the centaur getting the reference.


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Anviel shifted so that she was more comfortable facing backwards in her chair. Her legs were still facing somewhat foreward, but her hips and upper half had turned so that she was facing the opposite direction, although she could easily turn forward if somebody snapped at her to do so. Was it against the rules to sit the wrong way in a chair? It was for the military after all. They're not going to revoke my candidacy or even give me extra chores for something as petty as this. She decided, before looking at what the candidates behind her.

A few other candidates gave her strange looks, clearly wondering what she was doing. Anviel was curious about what was behind her- she was in one of the first rows of seats. How many candidates were there this year? Where was the VIP seating, exactly? The amount of people made her feel a bit more uneasy. She didn't really know anybody. There was... Her roomate, whom she had met only two days ago, and an old classmate that she had met on the cruise back to Aesulla. It would be a great time to get to know some of the candidates that were unfamiliar.

"Nervous?"

Anviel immediately shifted her eyes to the red-haired candidate whom had spoken. They didn't seem nervous- quite cheerful, actually. Regardless, there wasn't an hostility in her tone, nor did Anviel get the feeling that she was mocking her. Might as well be a good start. She thought to herself.

And exactly how much would she like to reveal about how nervous she was, and why? Anviel wasn't quite keen to share her entire life story, but she hoped that she would be able to share a bit of her worries with the stranger. It was... Strange, really. The candidate knew that there were plenty of people there, all around her, but she felt so alone. She had never been quite keen to start conversations with complete strangers unless invited to or ordered to do so beforehand. Since she knew a grand total of one person from before the candidacy program had begun- her former classmate- and they had only spoken once or twice before anyways, that made it quite awkward.

Because of that, she was quite grateful that the other elf had started the conversation. It made her feel a lot more comfortable. "I am." Anviel answered, forcing her voice to remain as calm as she could. "I just... I guess it's a bit hard to realize that your life really can change so much so soon, and that you might not have any control over it afterwards. I mean, look at what happened in Nondir... I want to be a rider, I really do, but still... I don't think it's normal to not be at least a little nervous. Don't you think?"

Anviel shifted a little bit. "But I guess I'm rambling a bit now." She added, before extending a hand across the row towards the red-haired candidate. "My name's Anviel. What's yours?"
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The music/Concert has not actually started. There is some soft overture non lyrical stuff playing in the background though, to give the singer (Fae) an opportinity to speak before she begins (*or to launch into a song first, which is up to Isra. At this time no music has yet started, so it would be difficult for characters to assume they don't like said music/listening to/dancing with as of yet. No one even knows what genre she plans to perform yet.

It is also unlikely that every character would hate it. we have a surprising number of player characters (PC's) who express dislike, and while some would surely dislike it, they A. have not 'heard' the music, B. it hasn't really started yet.| Centaur culture does include music and while this music is certaintly different from what they're used to, not even all of them would dislike it (Though they might have a higher chance of not liking it due to culture).
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Serek was accustomed to large crowds. Normally when he was in them he was in much nicer formal wear and so were the people he was around. He didn't mind the unflattering uniform, however. If he had one complaint it was that the uniform wasn't near warm enough. Serek shivered, rubbing his hands together and scattering a few snowflakes. Oops. He found it difficult to control the little details of his magic when he got excited, like he was now. His soft brown hair was currently covered in ice crystals and try as he might he couldn't brush them all out. Sighing in defeat he opted to ignore them and focus on trying to warm himself up, though his efforts were in vain.

Changing topic completely, he wondered what his roommate would be like. According to the room listings he would be sharing with a girl named 'Aralyn', but that was all he knew about her. He had yet to meet his future roommate and was unaware as to whether she had come in on the boat or if she was already there. In the meantime he had been left to his own imagination about how she would look and what she would be like. His only hope is that she would be friendly enough to pardon his usual silence and take it as something other than him being a rich snob not wanting to talk to anyone. This caused him to pout slightly. He wasn't a snob. He may have been rich and preferred fancier things, but by no means did he think himself too good to talk to anyone.

As the ceremony started Serek stopped his random thoughts to bring his focus to the stage to where the human form of the great titan Terminus now stood to address the candidates. As he greeted them Serek could feel a wave of emotions ride through him. He was really here. If not for his last minute decision he would probably be preparing to step into the position as head engineer of Trostbyte Inc., his father's multi-million credit company. The more Terminus talked, however, the more sure he became of his choice to join the military.

The Titan went on to welcome the strangest of the candidates by far; the centaurs. While most people seemed pretty welcoming of the race, some were hostile. Serek was pretty neutral about them, seeing as how so little was known. He briefly wondered if his roommate was one, but he doubted it. As the speech wore on it became apparent that many of the other candidates were getting bored, though in his time growing up Serek had sat in many speeches that were far worse, both in length and topic, so he didn't lose focus. Especially not when Nondir was mentioned. The name alone made his heart ache in pain and anger for what happened to his sister Cleo.

How many people here were from the Nondir hatching? So much had gone wrong, but there must have been some cruel people there at the hatching that he might be sitting beside right now. Someone who was full of the horrible evil from Nondir-- wait, did he say Faerveren? Here!? He was a huge fan of her- I mean, not that he cared. She was just a popular artist... who was he kidding, he adored Fae!! And to get to see her in concert? He doubted his parents would have ever let him. If only Anastasia was with him now, or even Cloe-- Serek cut the thought off sharply, a bitter feeling of loss in his gut at her name.
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There were butterflies in her stomach, tiny flutters doing loops and twists that radiated down her legs and had her bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation. Fae wasn't nervous, not really; this was not her first concert by a long shot, and while she didn't normally have such dignitaries in the audience as the Empress of Lomira and her son, the Princess of Etharius, and multiple Titans, she was not terribly worried about the show itself. She knew her music and her routine and how to get the crowd pumped up and excited. Sure, there were probably people in the audience who didn't care for songs, but she was fine with that. That's how she knew her music was worth something and not just over-synthed, bland brain mash designed to appeal to the broadest spectrum of tastes possible.

No, it wasn't the music or the show itself that had her antsy. It was the fact that this was her last concert for the duration of her candidacy. On top of that, there were to be no more recording sessions for new albums, no more brainstorming with her band about new songs, no more interviews or press tours or on-the-side modeling gigs. Aterrimus had made it abundantly clear that he was not going to tolerate candidate lessons being interrupted by reporters sneaking in to try and get an interview with or pictures of her, which meant that anything of the sort was going to have to be done during Fae's limited free time--but fans or no fans, Fae did not intend to spend all of her free time primping for the cameras just to make her thrice-damned manager happy about this stupid little stunt of his.

She caught herself scowling and forced herself to take a deep breath, holding it for a moment as she smoothed her features. There was time enough in the future to be angry at the slimy bastard for putting her in this position for the sake of publicity. True enough, Fae might have deliberately flunked the necessary tests in order to avoid the whole mess, but the test themselves were not terribly difficult. How was it going to look to the general public if she wasn't able to pass the same tests that homeless people managed to breeze through? No, better to just endure and spend her free time looking for a new bloody manag--

Deep breath. Inhale, hold it, then exhale slowly, pushing such thoughts from her mind. Terminus was in the midst of his speech and it wasn't going to be long now before he--aha, and there it was. He nodded in her direction and Fae broke out into a grin that was helplessly honest as she stepped out onto the stage. It didn't matter how foul a mood she was in, there was nothing like a good show to set her world aright.

Faerveren raised the hand holding the microphone as she walked to stand in the center of the stage, waving it in greeting. The cheering was uproarius and nearly drowned out the rest of the Titan's speech, and she reveled in every moment of it. Rock star or no, Fae was not exempt from the rules and so was dressed in the typical candidate's uniform... sort of. The colors and overall design were the same, but the outfit she wore currently was made of a lighter, more breathable fabric, and was far more loosely fitting to allow her greater freedom of movement on stage. The inlaid LED lights were probably also not standard issue even if they did pulse and flash with Aesullan colors. Her hair, done up in a casual fauxhawk, was colored in matching silver and bronze. Even her eyes were in on the act; the pupils were modified into the shape of the Aesullan gear sigil, bronze against a solid silver pupil and sclera. There was a standard issue uniform waiting backstage near a shower for when she finished her show and was ready to join her new peers, but for now, Faerveren was dressed to impress.

"What's up Aesulaaaaaa!" she called into the mic once Terminus turned the stage over to her, pausing to again bask in the crowd's adulation. Fae felt a brief pang of sorrow that she was going to be missing out on all this up until the hatching came and went, but pushed it down again to avoid ruining the moment. Camera droids whizzed by overhead snapping pictures at a rapid-fire rate, but she couldn't help but notice just off-stage a fellow candidate using a slightly more low-tech method. Well shit, can't argue with the oldies, and as if to reward him she flashed Justin a wink and a smile, pointing right at him and his camera and holding the pose for a few moments to let him get a couple of good shots off.

"I know you guys are ready to party," Fae continued a moment later once some of the ruckus died down. "But before we start getting down and dirty, I wanna ask you all to rise and join me in the singing of this great nation's anthem!"

There was another roll of drums behind her followed by a guitar running through a riff, a preemptive warning that the song itself was about to begin so that people could ready themselves to join in. Then the first few notes of the well-known anthem came wailing over the sound system courtesy of the aforementioned guitar, and if this particular rendition of Aesulla's national anthem was a bit more full of guitar and drum than it was normally, well, who was truly surprised? This was Faerveren, who was well known for putting her own particular touch on things. As the song drew to a close the audience broke out into raucous cheering and applause again, but this time it was shorter lived. Fae's smile was gone and her body language clearly said she was waiting for the crowd to calm down before she continued.

"I cannot tell you what an honor and a privilege it is to be here tonight," the singer said, lying only a little bit. Damn manager. "And to know how lucky I am to be in Aesulla when there are those out there who can't be--and now who never will." It didn't take much to figure out that she was alluding to the recent events in Nondir, and while Terminus might not take kindly to someone apparently breaching his nation's much-vaunted neutrality on a very public stage with a multitude of stations broadcasting the event live across the world, Fae wasn't about to let herself be stopped. "Those of us who stand here tonight as candidates do so in the face of imminent peril, but we also do so to honor those who came before us, as well as those who died so that our predecessors might escape the greatest evil that many of us have ever seen."

She paused again to let another wave of cheers crest and die down, an almost hushed silence falling over the arena.

"But I am not going to ask you for a moment of silence, because those who have fallen have had their voices wrongfully stolen from them," Fae continued, her own voice sharp and growing in volume. "It's up to us to speak for them now. It's up to us to continue the legacy they started, to make them proud and show them that we are worthy of carrying this burden. To honor the noble dead, I want to hear your voices! I want to hear you speak for them, and I want you to shout it so loud that they hear you all the way in Nondir!"

Faerveren wasn't even finished speaking before the noise from the audience overwhelmed her, and if the cheering prior was loud then this was downright deafening. There were no distinct voices in this mass of cries, only sound, a roar that made the stage beneath her feet tremble. Goosebumps shivered up her arms as it washed over her; it didn't matter that Aesulla was neutral, because what Vicarous did had struck everyone on a deeply personal level. Whatever their opinions on Aesulla's place in the war, in this, at least, they were momentarily united.

The cry seemed endless, and it was several long moments before Fae was able to start hearing distinct voices amidst the raucous noise again. Once she did she turned and cued her band, who immediately fell into the evening's first song. The first few measures were almost unintelligible from the voice of the crowd, but eventually the cries began to die down so that people were able to hear the music as Fae rocked out across the stage.
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What had she gotten herself into? The little mare worried upon her arrival at the academy despite having all but thrown herself at the hooves of Nlaroh to get here. She wanted to succeed, yes, but in this sea of strange people, strange smells and even stranger sounds her mind and thoughts were lost in all the new sensations. The only comfort to her came upon finding out that her roommate was a friend; an island in this discombobulating ocean. That was a relief mostly because explaining things to people non-taurish would have been a nightmare and her experience so far was that some folk tended to be rather, or very, blunt in their inquiries.

The city itself had been worse with countless eyes and voices and pretty much enough attention to send her mind spiralling into a state of panic kin to being chased by wolves. Her ears were tired from moving all over the place and her legs were wobbly from clattering over streets and dodging people, vehicles and whatever else decided to saunter along and bump her about. Being on the small end of things didn't really help her out at all. Getting into the academy itself was a small sort of relief as it was warmer than outside and there were far fewer eyes, but it still felt strange to be under-roof and in halls when at the most she was used to canvas or treetops. Her thoughts about home drifted to family and she all but nearly kicked a poor cadet behind her in a small fit of anger, still being sore about what her father had said and done.

When it came to the ceremony thing she'd helped out Brie with her mane and tail and proved that she was a dab hand with clippers, even if the icepony was a little fidgety with her new shoes. Dan had taken to them alright enough, they jarred her joints a bit less than iron shoes did and the lack of metallic clacking did wonders on her nerves. Once they were both brushed and their fancy new clothes donned her confidence boosted a little more. These clothes were rather dapper! And the blanket felt cosy and comfortable against her flanks helping to quell her immediate fears about being surrounded by so many people. Even her tail had been trimmed as short as her dock would allow to prevent anything tangling or whisking and drawing even more attention. As it was, the little spotty fire horse would have probably gone as a ghost if she could have.

With the speeches it was all well and good because it gave her something to focus on and pay attention to. Despite her currently fearful disposition she was always attentive and eager to do her best even if it meant throwing herself into entirely new situations like this. It'd be worth it however. Hopefully. Maybe. As she sank into her own thoughts again she missed out of a few things towards the end until a different voice hollered out and was met with enough shouting to knock the leaves off an old oak. Dan felt the voices ring in her ears and reverberate in her chest and whilst it was a combined rush of excitement and intensity, it was also so very loud and not at all something she could quite tolerate for very long.
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The lightning Zebrataur pranced through the crowd, her long cape swishing on her back and her new metal horseshoes making a nice clipping noise, the only warning some candidates got before the light framed centaur pushed her way through, even if she tried to be somewhat polite about it they were just so short and sometimes a head was what she grabbed instead of a shoulder. She had gotten new plastic or rubber horseshoes like the other centaur candidates and they were awesome. They felt much better on the harder surfaces of Aesulla and kinda seemed slightly bouncy. Also it was probably better she didn't have metal horseshoes so she didn't severely injure people if she happened to be standing in a puddle or on metal flooring. They weren't really they were just so light it seemed like it. She rather liked the feel of the cape even though it rubbed the line of hair that ran down the center of her back, she wondered if they might let them modify them slightly to cut a strip out of the center to let the line of hair stick out. Or she could just get used to it. She paused as Terminus, the technology Titan, stepped up on the stage and began his speech. She placed her hands on her hips, accidentally knocking some kid upside the head with her elbow but she didn’t take much notice, her eyes were glued on the stage.

Aesulla was amazing. It was absolutely nothing she could have imagined and she was going to see every bit of it. The buildings reached impossible heights, the colors came from an impossible spectrum and the noises came from impossible instruments. When they had arrived her face had been pressed against every window available to see every aspect of Aesulla and as soon as the doors opened she had bolted out, not because she wanted out but because it was Aesulla! She had pranced around in circles like a colt, her head craned back to see the tops of the skyscrapers, oh how she had wanted to take off down a street and see what was at the end of it. But she wouldn’t leave Ahmduer behind so she had satisfied herself with pronking around in excitement until they were brought inside the Academy itself which did little to ease her excitement. She had managed to stay with the group at least but holding so much excitement inside was difficult and lines of electricity began to race across her body.

A slight gasp of surprise and pain snapped her back to the present, she had been so lost in the memory of arriving that she hadn’t realized her body had gotten an electrical charge in the present as well. The shocked candidate was fine, it hadn’t been all that much stronger than what someone would normally be shocked but now she was getting disgruntled looks. Well Ahmy wasn’t here she supposed she might as well keep looking for him somewhere else. That was until she heard a name. She may have only been here a few days but upon discovering an amazing device that played music right into your ears without having to have an instrument, well lets just say she may have terrorized the poor boy whom she had noticed it on first. In any case she had picked up that a singer Faerveren was a big thing and had listened to a few songs and really Aza would most likely love anything she heard at this point, everything was so new and omg she was here?

Omg,omg,omg. She began to bounce in place, her metal horseshoes clanking on the ground in unison she didn’t care if the song at the moment was just an anthem it was this super famous singer person she had just discovered singing it! When the rest of the crowed roared she cheered with them, her hands up in the air like everyone elses though much higher than her peers around her. By the time Fae actually started singing one of her own songs the striped centaur was jumping up and down to the music though it was only a few inches it garnered her some space around her as nervous candidates backed away, not wanting to get stepped on. It was probably for the better as Aza became more excited small sparks began to jump between long strands of fur and hair as she watched the colorful singer on the stage.
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Rocherion swished his tail lightly. Perhaps the uniform wasn't as bad as he thought. The shirt part was at least roomy enough that he didn't feel like it was strangling him and it did have the added benefit of covering up his scar. No need to startle the locals anymore than he had to he supposed. The collar was high enough that one would have to peak behind the big centaur's left ear to see a glimpse of it. It was the cape that bothered him the most...Who ever thought it was a good idea to make it mandatory he would never know. Maybe there was someone he could ask about that, he mused to himself.

The blue roan was startled out of his thoughts by a male voice to his right. Rocherion's ears twisted to the sound before his upper body followed. It was another of the candidates? It took him a moment to see the white uniform under the cloak like hooded coat. The big centaur hadn't expected at all to be addressed, let alone be addressed with a question that wasn't at all about being a centaur. That was a refreshing change.

"So, know any card games?"

"I know a few. Go Fish, rummy and some poker." Rocherion inclined his head in affirmative at his fellow candidate. The big centaur took a moment to study the other as the candidate plopped down to take a seat right on the ground and pulled out decks of cards. Looked like this guy came prepared, Rocherion could appreciate that. The other obviously expected Roch to play it seemed and the centaur found he didn't mind the invitation. The centaur looked around quickly to make sure he wasn't going to accidentally sit on someone first. He found the all clear and maneuvered himself a bit so he could lay down comfortably in front of the other candidate. He took slight care to make sure his hooves didn't make a huge clatter as he did so. Roche tucked in his legs to minimize the space he took up as best he could. Even laying down he could still almost see at eye level at most of the other candidates while they stood.

"I'm Averon by the way," It took a moment for the other to introduce himself but it didn't seem because he was star struck with talking to a centaur. It was only to be polite it felt like, which suited Rocherion fine.

"I'm Rocherion Varonwei" He offered back to Averon. Names were always a good start. Especially since he would be sharing classes with many of the people here.

"Just going to say, fifty two pick up is not my favorite game to play." Rocherion added with a touch of dry humor to his voice. Let it not be said he was a complete stick in the mud. The used deck had seen some wear and tear. Perhaps this wasn't the first time that Averon used this as a means to break the ice.
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Averon smirked a bit when the list of card games was mentioned, he wasn't surprised that the repertoire was small, honestly he was impressed the centaur had picked up so many. He doubted that they really had cards out where they lived, at least until recently. He had managed to learn a few of the centaur game equivalents, but didn't have any of the stones or tokens that were used in them. The card games apparently available weren't terribly complicated, but good enough, he figured rummy would be good as a not terribly competitive one. He was always too tempted to make real bets with poker. He had been... Discouraged from doing so though, after completely fleecing a few candidates and staff.

"A few good choices, we can start with rummy" he commented as he took out the cards and began to shuffle them, it became obvious he was rather used to this as he performed a few different shuffling methods. The first was the easy flicking the cards from one hand to the other, and then from behind his back and to his hand in the front, before doing a few different complicated looking cuts... He was about to deal them when he realized that Roch probably couldn't reach the ground without straining himself. He paused doing his tricks and took a paper plate out of his coat and began to deal the others cards onto it.

"Mind if I call you Roch?" He paused as he handed the plate up to the centaur to take his cards, if only he had brought a small table or something this would be easier to do for the both of them. Unfortunately that wouldn't have fit in his coat. "Not surprised, for some reason." For a moment he wondered if one of those little grabbing things they used for picking up litter would be good for the centaur, it might seem kind of silly but picking things up off the ground must be difficult... His mind might have briefly wandered as he thought about a few other problems they might have in more humanoid-oriented places. "So, how many people have asked for rides so far? I have to admit it was tempting to ask, but I imagine it's probably getting old by now." He also made it a habit not to potentially insult people that could throw him across the room, his joking nature would likely grow depending on how amiable the other was to it though.

The music had started playing a few moments ago, which made the conversation a little bit more difficult but at least it wasn't some terrible cover band. He probably had a cd or two of Fae's performances, but he preferred the studio versions to live. There was too much other noise interfering with the music, and also he could more accurate control the volume. It was also grating when candidates near by would scream or shout loudly.

Rocherion would find that Averon was very good at card games, though at the moment the luck of the draw was not being meddled with.


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Myre shifted, stamping a hoof experimentally on the odd horseshoes she’d been given. She’d been skirting the crowd, the towering individuals and others of her herd dwarfed her, and in the larger gatherings, she felt set adrift. It was quite the annoying sensation. At the very least, her candidate…. ‘garb’ (perhaps cloak or horse blanket was a better definition) had been tailored to suit her smaller size. Had she been given one that suited the typical proportions of those of her breed, it might have been enough to look like a small tent over her more diminutive stature. It also would have ground her nerves more than they already were. The lack of ability to see through the throng as the music blared began to eat at her and she’d flitted nervously away from the thick of it.

She was not a nervous creature by habit. Typically when she felt out of her depth, she tended to rise above it. Literally. But here she doubted that crafting a platform of earth to set herself pedestal like above the others would have been taken as anything but an affront. Humans were such odd creatures, they drew insight on the oddest of things, and learning to understand them and their culture was an endless source of fascination and frustration to the young centaur. For example even now, the music. They were shouting and cheering, yelling at the top of their voices and making so much noise for the individual who had taken to the stage. From the excitement that abounded, Myre could only infer that she was quite popular and well known. Her talents were transparently clear in her clarion voice, but the racket caused it to quickly lose appeal as Myre rubbed at her smarting ears.

Two months wasn’t quite long enough to learn everything but she wasn’t quite drowning in cultural nuances as she’d been before. Turned out that not much had changed since the divisions between the races after the Viral war, and the well kept records of her family had at least helped her in a sense, though the information she’d retained was sparse due to her own lack of attention span.

Casting her eyes out, the shaggy, mealy coated centaur spotted another of her herd-kin, a larger roan male who’s name escaped her at the moment. She caught her lip between her teeth thinking hard, brows furrowing and nose wrinkling in the effort. Ro….something…Rocharon? No Charon was a mythical figure…Rocherion! the name blinked into her mind like the sun popping out from behind the clouds. The other who was with him however, a human male, she was clueless to the identity of. They were shuffling what appeared to be a deck of cards and readying to begin a game. What game it was, she couldn’t determine from the distance or the noise, though the movement of both male’s mouths indicated that there had likely been a decision on that.

Trotting quickly through the wavering crowd, which was ebbing and flowing like waves…no…they did look like a sea. Were they jumping up and down with their arms like that on purpose? She raised a brow and let out a huh sound at the aesthetic it created. “Hey boys.” She greeted them, having to raise her voice to be heard over the din. “Got room for another player? I’m afraid big crowds aren’t really my style.” She gestured with a thumb over her shoulder at those crowded in front of the stage.
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Rurik at the big celeberation and omg look a familiar face; Tag Aralyn

The red-head had gotten used to the cruise eventually. He absorbed new information when he could, and dutifully got all the chores assigned to him done (with the occasional hiccups, but nothing he wasn’t willing to fix). To say that it was a new experience would have been an understatement, Rurik had only known life in Nondir. So the access to food, as much as he needed, the access to a stable living environment--overwhelmed him sometimes that he would retreat to his own room, to find comfort in his own creations, the puzzles. Idly he would wonder if he could get access to blueprints (blank) and doodle. Classes intrigued him--and he wouldn’t have cared if they had been up really early to attend them.

But the cruise was long--and he relished visiting the islands--his feet on solid ground. They were even more of an overwhelming sight to the young male that he often only stayed for no more than hour or so before retreating to the ship long before they were called back, often with his pockets full of souvenirs and other odds and ends he could afford. At least, he did try to make friends--after making sure that they weren’t out to get him or his sister (because life in Nondir had been hard. Brutally. And he wouldn’t ever be able to outgrow that survival instinct. All he could do was learn to live with it).

Though, when the cruise started to head for the city, and they could see the massive arches and the shimmering towers of the city. He stayed near the windows and watched and oh wow, this was amazing. While the cruise had been fun, and tiring, he was ready to get off the ship--for good. He blinked at his room assignment and at the name. It was not his sisters, and a brief flare of panic swarmed him before he shrugged. Co-ed rooms didn’t look to be off-limits, but he could sort of see why they would want them to be spaced out. New horizons or something. If his sister didn’t have any complaints, then he would fall in line as well. He had no reason to throw a fit when they had been offered a place--had been allowed to join the program.

His own room was overwhelming, and he squeaked at the size of it. He had never ever been in something so large. But he settled in as effortlessly as the young male could, finding things to create and dismantle. At least, of his own stuff. He wished he had more stuff, a car, hell, even a toaster for heavens sake to dismantle. But there wasn’t, and while he itched to take a look at his roommates camera, he had the knowledge not to ask, but he admired from afar. Perhaps if the other trusted him more he could help with maintenance? Perhaps.

The day of the celebration and welcoming ceremony, found him in a bunch of nerves. He dawned on the clean, crisp uniform and smoothed it out, and then fixed what he could of his hair before moving on out. The days had seemed to go in a daze, settling in, the odd chores, nothing nothing like the cruise or nondir. The arena or grounds where they found themselves was massive and nothing like the grounds for Nondir--yet, oddly similar, if only for the biomes for the eggs--when there were to be them.

“This place makes me feel really small” He whispered out, eyes absorbing everywhere. Already, he couldn’t find his sister, and he hoped she was alright. He found an empty seat and sat, fidgeting with his shirt constantly. There would probably be holes in them by the time the thing was done. Terminus started to speak, as most of the candidates gathered round. Rurik listened, effortless, trying to process. Centaurs--he had seen them, been amazed by them--too timid to go speak to them--at least, for now. Perhaps he would eventually find it in him to speak to one. There were other creatures here, and he did his best not to stare at them.

He snapped back to attention, when a new name was mentioned. There was going to be...a concert? And more food? Finding a familiar face, he rose his hand and waved--and how could she not mess him? Tall, gangily, and most definitely looking out of place, his hair still trying to rebel from the neat parts he had combed into it. “Hey! Over here, Aralyn!” He called out as music started to vibrate through the floors--no doubt a precursor to what was going to happen. The strobe lighting started to bother his eyes, but he found himself adjusting. “Woah, strobe lights. and fireworks? Is this...is this sort of a popular thing?” The name sounded familiar, and rurik may have heard a song of hers or two on the radio, but he never paid much attention.

“Uh, you know who this person is right? I may have heard her, I dunno” he questioned when she got near enough to actually hear him. “I mean, she must be important if the titan is giving her the stage as well. I mean…”

He was out of his element. anything done for fun like this, he had no reference. Though, he would want to stay for the feast at least. Perhaps he could make other friends here. He probably looked idiotic, gaping at everything like a fish.
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Basajaun pawed at the ground with one massive hoof, his unease clearly evident to anyone familiar with equine body language. This whole place felt wrong. It was too enclosed, too crowded, with not near enough open space in spite of how truly vast the hatching complex was. There were too many people--too many loud, rambunctious humans and elves, too many dragons, too many cameras that liked to hover near the small herd of centaur candidates standing off to one side of the rest of their new peers. There was so much noise, too many strange new smells, too many strange new things that he was required to wear. The uniform was stiff and uncomfortable even though it was tailored to suit his massive bulk, and the rubber shoes....

He loathed the rubber shoes. They didn't feel right. Too light, too... squishy and delicate and Not Good for big things such as he. The only reason he'd relented to wearing them was because his metal shoes slipped far too easily on the precariously slick floors these humans and elves preferred over open grassland, and the last thing a being of his size needed was to be constantly worrying about slipping and accidentally squishing one of these tiny human-creatures. He half expected the shoes to split and fall off on a moment's notice, but so far they were proving quite resilient. They were also quite good at what they did, which was provide traction for giant lumbering quadrupeds that were capable of pulping just about every other sentient and non-sentient being around them if they lost their balance.

And the noise. The dull murmur of voices washed over him like a tidal wave, and that was before Terminus began speaking through the microphone. It made him give his head a shake, and Basa barely listened to the Technology Titan's speech as he stood out toward the front of their little herd, arms folded rigidly across his chest and glaring at anyone who dared come too close. He wanted to go home. It was ludicrous for them to be here so far from the rest of the tribe, and--

Lights. Bright, flashing, strobing lights, and everyone was screaming, and someone was shouting through the speakers and WHAT IN THE CELESTIAL'S NAME WAS THAT UNHOLY RACKET?!

Basa hastily clapped his hands over his ears and tried not to dance in place too much, immediately looking over to find Ahmduer. Of all of them, the little mustang was the one who needed to be here the least, and the massive Vanner/Clydes centaur was suddenly worried that the young prince wasn't even going to make it to the hatching. Why, he'd drop dead of a heart attack just from this ceremony... though he seemed to be okay for the moment. He was well enough for Aza to suddenly go skipping off into the crowd, causing Basa to groan with frustration. Stay and protect the herd, or go try and corral the wayward princess?

Grumbling to himself, Basajaun began to trot after the striped lightning centaur. Minverva was nearby and she was formidable enough in her own right to deter anyone who might mean the rest of their kin harm, but Aza was wandering off on her own without a thought to her own safety. People quickly parted around the giant centaur's form as he followed after, not at all certain what had the young chieftess so excited. Was it this awful noise being passed off as music?

Maybe it was a lightning thing.

"Azarahl," he called to her, his deep voice akin to the growling rumble of a landslide. That made it a bit easier to hear over the ruckus around them, though Basa still had to nearly shout to hear himself. "You shouldn't run off on your own like that! Why are you bouncing? That's not very dignified."
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