@emptyjester
DATE: January 8th, 2004, 7:35a.m. LOCATION: Saint Angels Academy.
A long, drawn out yawn left 16 year old Tyson’s lips as he tiredly shuffled out amongst his fellow peers from the large gymnasium where the ‘WELCOME’ had just finished. It never failed to unsettle him, watching the bright eyes of the newer students turn to disbelief and then dawning horror at the revelation of magic having been a reality of centuries.
Maybe that was why he felt so tired right now. Well, that and it was pretty early in the morning. Scratching at the front of his white t-shirt which wasn’t supposed to be showing ( their uniform jackets were to be BUTTONED UP AND PRESENTABLE during school hours, no exceptions ), he idly glanced over his new schedule for the second year at the academy.
Pretty standard stuff -- magic history, mystic creatures ( demons was apparently too ‘strong’ a word to use ): what to look for & understand, combat training, math, literature, more combat training, a few private lessons. Honestly, he was curious if he’d still be sticking with the same dorm roommate, or if they’d be switching for the new year.
Not paying attention was a strong suit of Tyson’s, especially this early in the morning. Bleary eyed and not at all quite functioning physically: but his senses were as primed as ever. He sensed the energy of the other student that he nearly bowled into -- nearly, because Tyson jumped near effortlessly over their head and landed on the other side of him.
Newer students gasped, some clapped in awe; returning students barely glanced over, or stopped walking. Turning so that he was stepping backwards, Ty slowed and glanced up, grinning apologetically towards the-- Japanese??-- teen he’d avoided a collision with,
“Morning. Sorry about that. I didn’t kick your head or anything right?” Ty knew he hadn’t -- would’ve felt it if he had-- but, it was just to be polite.














