Living in the shadows

My name is not Vanity. No, that is my troublesome brother. I am Adam Vaniza, the younger and calmer out of the two Vaniza boys. I am now the second principal of this dying academy. Do not bother me, for I do not care. [This is a RP account for Imperium Academy. I am any of the celebrities you see on this blog. Also, this account is an IC account, not the actual Admin.]

[adminvanity]

| Locked |

"How mesmerizing," Adam spoke bitterly as he stepped over a log. Where was he? Oh, just the Blair Forest. According to students and teachers, this place is supernaturally haunted. Two kids have been running in and out of this place trying to confirm the rumors. 

Adam couldn't resist such a claim. Saturday was a great day to explore. One small issue was that Adam didn't bring any weaponry. As he entered the forest, his eyes were focused straight. He didn't bother to see the fauna moving around. Or the eyes that followed him. 

He did look at the natural beauty that the forest created. Beams of sunshine peeked through the branches. Like shy children gazing at a new visitor. Adam looked towards the ground, trying to locate the pathways that other people could have created. He mustn't been the first to enter the eerie forest, yes?

Soon enough, the forest had to respond. Adam began to hear cryptic words, playing with his sense of hearing. He stopped in his tracks, sighing heavily.

"ton uoy lliw brutsid."

"Sorry. Your dialect butchered that statement. And honestly, I have no time to speak to you."

"won nrut kcab."

Adam rolled his eyes and continued down the pathway. Before long, a congregation of different garbled voices flooded his ears. Adam's eyebrows lowered. They all seemed to be screaming for him to leave. It took a moment to recognize they were speaking in reverse. 

"Why do you want me to leave so badly?" he asked, looking about. The eyes were all around him, but none got close. He pursed his lips and blew out a frustrated air. "Way to be rude to your guest," he added sarcastically, before moving along his way. 

In retort, the forest forced vines to grow drastically, blocking Adam in his tracks. Adam remained stoic and worked his way around them. Soon, the voices became screams. They were frantic in their attempts to make him leave. 

But then...they went silent.

"I see," Adam said, gazing down at the ground. A gravestone stood before him, vines protecting it. Adam read the name. 

"Heather Florence, hm? Are you scared of me?"

A rare smile appeared on Adam's face. "I can see why you're so defensive. I look too much like your fiancee."

"And my aura, or whatever, is a bit off."

Adam took a moment to analyze the area. He lowered himself to the grave. He rose a hand to touch the vines; they snapped at him, but he didn't show any reaction to the strike. Blood fell off of his hand. The vines slid back. "You don't want to be found, do you?"

The vines rose back up and wrapped around Adam's hand. An energy began to emit from it, letting go after a moment. The blood was gone and the scratch was healing quickly. "All I wanted to know was what existed in here." 

With that, Adam began to leave.

"Also, protect the children who enter here. This place is far too dangerous, right?"

[adminvanity]

"Hello, Principal Vaniza. I would love to have a schedule, if you'd be so kind. I apologize for being so late in retrieving it." Dark brown eyes glanced around the room before settling on the principal's.

"Apology surely not accepted," said the tall, raven haired man as he searched through the countless remaining applications. He handed it over to her. "I could only imagine how Dr. Squires would feel about this situation," he added, turning away from an agitated visage.

Core classes

Math: Trigonometry

History: African History

Combat and Survival: Intermediate

Elective classes

Music: Baroque Era

Multi-Cultural: Asian Mythology

ASP: Seminar

[adminvanity]

Having overheard the prior announcement, one might wonder how deliberate her actions truly were when finally showing her face in his office now, as if having the gall to test patience. In reality however, his patience or lack thereof was of little concern, her lateness attributed more to personal gain. She’d already immersed herself in a task she felt could use her attention and had no interest in parting so soon. “Nerissa Blake.” Her gaze flitted towards him. “A schedule, if you'd be so kind."

Adam glared up at the fresh senior entering his office. With an annoyed groan, he maneuvered to the files and schedules. Murmuring something blatantly bitter to himself, he came back with a schedule.

"Tell any students that want to come late that I might make a bonfire soon," he said vehemently. The raven haired man spun about in his chair, turning his attention away from the tardy girl.

"Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate," he said, not caring to be polite.

Core classes

Math: Calculus

History: European History

Combat and Survival: Advanced

Elective classes

Business: Management

Computer Science: 3-D

[adminvanity]

| Locked | + Doctor Burlington.

Adam sat in his luxurious office chair, shifting slowly to both sides. A disinterested scowl was plastered on his smooth, clean face. His eyes bore daggers at the man seated in front of him. He took a small breathe before deciding to acknowledge the subject they were on again. 

"Dr. Burlington, do you believe I hardly care what a murderous girl does?" Adam began, crossing his arms and loosening his jaw. Burlington lowered both of his eyebrows and rolled his eyes. "You should, Adam," Burlington responded, annoyingly. He expected this much from the current principal. He hasn't been the most receptive to the staff and students. 

Adam had only left the room once within the past week. That was to deliver a parcel to Professor Florence's office. Burlington moved his tongue through his mouth to pass time between their awkward silence. Adam replied by thumping his fingers on the wooden desk. "Why?" He finally asked.

"She's a volatile force,"

"And? A volatile force who is currently in..." Adam picked up the newspaper and analyzed it. He dropped it justly. "Some small town on the outskirts of whatever," Adam concluded, clenching his fist in annoyance. "So, why should we be so worried about her? Aren't we currently looking for the light boy?"

"Vanity is," Burlington said.

"Yes, David is. He's looking for him for his stupid wife and this...less than tolerant school," Adam explained; every word dripped with vindictive poison. "And once he finds him, he'll be back here to take over this cesspool and I can gladly go home and continue my life," Adam added, gazing at something on the fine, chromatic wall. 

"But hence why we should, at least, look into Miss Chamberlain's--"

"I do not give a damn about Miss Chamberlain, Doctor," Adam interrupted, shouting at Dr. Burlington. Burlington shuffled in his seat, apparently disturbed by Adam's harsh attitude. "If she has no plans to attack here, but to continue her assault on humanity, let our President handle this,"

"...You know nothing about the wars, do you?"

"No, I cut cable service after my parents died and things were too hectic outside," Adam spoke slowly, wavering on sarcasm and seriousness. Burlington squinted. "Are you joking with me? Because you're nowhere near funny," Burlington asked.

"No, the Vaniza family isn't a comedic troupe of bumbling idiots like my brother is. He is the one who decided to act out like a theatre student, trying to impress his alcoholic father."

Burlington took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This asinine banter is hardly proving your point, Principal Vaniza," Burlington said, causing Adam to scoff and roll his eyes. "And causing some homicidal teenager to wage havoc on the school is of the utmost brilliance, hm?" Adam fired back, chuckling darkly.

"Perhaps, if it was not for this shining brilliance that Imperium would have not bathed in a light of disaster," Adam brought a gloved hand to his mouth, feigning concern and guilt. "Oh, I am sorry. That did happen."

Burlington's face contorted with a suppressed anger. "Doctor, if we tried to 'save' every last 'supervillain' from killing another person, we'd be causing a lot more hellfire to rain upon us," Adam began, before getting up with the newspaper.

"No one likes a hero, Doctor."

[wilderobin]

I thought about cutting class today to sleep, and then I was too chicken to do it. 

[adminvanity]

"You choose the right option."

[farrahmanduri]

I feel like I should make a little log. “Day three: no signs of intelligent life.”

"Day fifteen: perhaps it’s something in the water."

[adminvanity]

Adam gave Farrah a puzzled look, and began to walk along in the quad.

[adminvanity]

Adam researches history - 1 - "As those kids say, 'lol'."

"Jane Worthington? Enemy. Threat level: Extreme. Jane Worthington?"

"I know this girl," Adam smirked mischievously and began to laugh as he read over the file. "She was apart of the Vanguard? Really, this dainty--"

"...She killed many students and other superhumans with her hands?"

"..." Adam just sat there with a stationery expression. No emotion was evident.

"...She's still hot," Adam said before moving the file over. The file under it made his eyebrow quiver. "Katherine Worthington?" Adam began, his frown deepened. "She's not as hot, though."

[adminvanity]

| INTERCOM |

"Ahem, students, I found a dog."

"He's an American Eskimo named Ares, according to his tag. He is lovable and he is essentially your lord and master," Adam then stopped for a moment. A barely audible noise could be heard in the background, followed by a rare giggle out of Adam.

"Aw, he just climbed the desk like it was nothing!"

[adminvanity]

{ Personal } - The Search x 1

♠ - No matter what you do, you'll make someone mad.

[ Three months after the last Lance sighting. In a park. ]

Vanity sat on a bench, in normal clothing, for once. The only thing that was different from his attire was the mask resting on his face. His head was leaned back and a soft snore escaped his lungs. Not to his knowledge, someone approached him.

Green eyes watched the man sleep, before they closed shut for a moment. “David, you are going to kill yourself with this hunt of yours,” a woman’s voice came out of the figure. She stepped close to Vanity and reached to touch him. “All in my honour, huh?”

She stopped herself and smiled gingerly. Brown hair blew in the night time wind. As the leaves blew up past her, the woman began to vanish, as if she was one with the wind. Vanity awoke from his slumber and shivered.

“Why did I choose to sleep out here?” He grumbled, rising to his feet. He stretched and looked around, searching for something. “I swear there was someone here,” he said to himself.

“Yeah, but I was just walking up,” Vanity turned to see a familiar face. Blonde hair tied in a ponytail, sharp green eyes, and a confused deposition. “Miss Richter, you have this uncanny way of tracking me down,” Vanity said, pointing an incriminating finger at his protégé. The girl smirked and walked forward.

“Yeah, I heard through the grapevine that you had left your brother in charge,” she explained, her face growing angrier as she approached her teacher. Before Vanity could reply, he got punched in the face, sending him to the ground in shock.

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” she sternly spoke, offering her hand for him to get up. Vanity took it and got up, messing with his jaw. “Yeah, I do not like to speak of him too often,” Vanity simply replied, stretching again. Anya crossed her arms defiantly. Vanity took off his mask and gave her an intrigued look. “That is all I am telling you about him,” Vanity said, looking forward.

“Alright, tell me why you left the school,” Anya commanded, inching close to her teacher. “I have to find Lance,” Vanity answered, with a tone of pain. Anya’s eyes widened. “Why is that?” She asked, obviously flabbergasted. Vanity did not reply. Anya rolled her eyes. “Please do not—“

“He needs to come back,” Vanity intervened, raising his voice. “For what? There is nothing that you can do to make him feel remorse for what he did!” Anya shouted. Vanity turned angrily. “I know that! It is not because of justice! I am done with that,” Vanity then let out a sigh. “He has to make his own amends and face his own guilt.”

“Then why are you looking for him? Are you ready to die? Remember, the last time you two fought…Fairchild had to save your life,” Anya hissed out the last words. Vanity looked to the ground, reminiscing on the brutal fight that transpired on Agloe. “The both of you almost died,” Anya added, dropping the hostile tone for a tender one.

“No, I believe he can be changed,” Vanity said. “I want him to be the next principal,” he finally admitted. He didn’t look at Anya. He already knew her reaction. Well, not completely. Anya shoved Vanity to the ground with a furious yell. “What the hell, David?” Anya screamed, seething. Vanity moved away from the angry female before him. “Look! I do not want him to be the principal for too long! You can take—“

“What? The position that I’ve trained half of my life for?” Anya interrupted with venom latent in her voice. “So, you want some maniacal ‘rebel’ to take over Imperium?” Anya grabbed her head and let out an agitated breath. “You want a school of murderers, don’t you?”

“Anya!” Vanity screamed back, equally as angry.

“You want a school full of people like him!”

“Anya!”

“You want a school full of people like you!”

Vanity’s face lost colour at that statement. “You want Lance’s plan of world destruction to come to oh-so-brilliant fruition, huh? Is that what you want, David?” She grabbed him by his collar and brought him to her face. “Think about what you just said.”

A silence lingered between them both. “Doesn’t sound so good, does it?” Anya let go of Vanity roughly.

“It came to me in a dream, Anya. Heather—“

“No! Do not bring up Miss Florence in any of this! Make up your own decision, David! Stop living in that realm of delusion where she still breaths. She died for you!”

“No, she died for Lance!” Vanity stood up, defiantly. Anya’s hostile tone vanished again. Her angry expression turned scared, confused, and grief stricken with that moment. Vanity stepped forward to his protégé. “She died, trying to tell Lance how much of a bad boy he has been! And you know what? He went off and became—“

“What? You?” Anya’s face grew red as tears rolled down her face. Vanity’s stance lowered. Anya began to step back. “Fine, Vanity, I’ll help you find him,” she began to walk away from the park. “But, if I find him, I am going to break him and make sure you can find him, because he still has hell to pay!”

“Anya, do not hurt him!”

“Why? You did. I am just following my mentor’s teachings.”

She was out of earshot.  

“…He’ll kill you,” Vanity murmured, falling to the ground.

[7littlebunny7]

[adminvanity]

The small framed individual made no noise as he slipped into the room and stood in the center, scratching the back of his head awkwardly for his tardiness. Fidgeting slightly, he rapped quietly on the door even though he was already inside, "Can-" It came out as a squeak. His throat was cleared and he spoke up a little. "Mr. Vaniza? May I have a schedule please?" He shifted his footing, adding, "S-sorry."

"It is only mandatory that I give you a schedule, Mister Mosely," Adam began, focusing on the slowly dwindling stack of schedules. He pulled out Clark’s and looked at it. He blinked twice and put it down on the table and took out the soon to be infamous black Sharpie. He flicked the cap off; it flew past Clark’s head into the wall. Adam sighed and handed him the edited schedule.

Core classes

Math: Algebra

Science: Environmental Science

Crossed out was Power Control: Novitiate, instead it was replaced with:

Combat and Survival: Novitiate

Elective classes

Dance: Novitiate

Home Economics: Basic Cooking

 Adam looked up at Clark. “Try not to burn yourself, okay?”

[adminvanity]

A schedule? Something like that, yes. The spirits told me to come and retrieve one from you. Or perhaps I was merely half-asleep when the intercom went off. Spirits and school, what troublesome things.

Adam not only took out the schedule, but he took out a cross. No more words; he just gave Ysabeau a glare and blew out air.

Core classes

History: European History

Spanish: Novitiate

Power Control: Intermediate

Elective classes

Music: Baroque Era

Home Economics: Restaurant Cooking

[adminvanity]

“We’re not freaks, miss. We’ve been gifted with abilities to make our mark on the world. Whether or not it ends up being a scar is solely up to you.”

Piper Patel (That was deep, Angie)

[adminvanity]

I'm here for my schedule, sir. ASP, please.

Adam retrieved the schedule and placed it down, but didn't slide it towards her just yet. "You're late, Miss Patel," he began, squinting judgmentally. "As an ASP student, you need to punctual," he said, before sliding the schedule towards Piper. He turned around in his chair, facing the painting that was behind him.

Core classes

Math: Calculus

Science: Chemistry

Combat and Survival: Advanced

Elective classes

Business: Management

Dance: Intermediate

ASP: Seminar

[adminvanity]

Four systematic tapping noises sounded from the doorway and a female perked her head up, blonde waves of hair sprawling out in bundles. "Ding dong," she said gleefully, before realizing the man in the office was not the one she'd grown accustomed to. Still, she offered him a smile. "I'm sending in a request for a schedule for the new school year; please."

She was late.

Adam rolled his eyes, ruffling through the sorted away schedules. He pulled out hers and looked at it carefully. He first sat back down in his comfortable seat, then slid it on the desk. Like many other interactions, he didn't even speak a word. 

Core classes

English: Greek Literature

History: European History

Combat and Survival: Intermediate

Elective classes

Music: Vocal Training

Art: Renaissance Era

[monsterdamon-deactivated2014020]

[adminvanity]

"Hiya, Mister Vaniza! Can I have my schedule?"

This was Julia’s problem, truly. But as he peered down at the schedules, he saw a stack with “ASP” etched across them. He made a bitter noise and handed it to Lloyd.

Core classes

History: American History

Science: Biology

Combat and Survival: Intermediate

Elective classes

ASP: Seminar

Home Economics: Basic Cooking

Drama: Showcase