Temperance ● Spirit Goddess ● Dorms ● Mentioning: N/A

Temper peered down at the paper in her hands, pursing her full lips as she walked the halls of the building. If the floors were not covered with expensive, Russian oriental carpets they were smooth, polished wooden flooring that she could appreciate every now and again when the light from the ceiling lamps would reflect. Her head of curly, honey brown hair was pulled back and tied with a strip of leather, her torso was clothed in a grey V-neck tee that seemed to mold onto her sculpted chest and the denim jeans she wore seemed to fit her just perfectly, though the holes were large; allowing glimpses at the light mocha skin underneath. The bottom of her Sperry's barely made a sound against the hard panel floors, they scraped the back of her heels but it was a feeling she long since ignored. When she'd been sent to the earth plane, Temper had been expecting a long vacation on the sunny beaches of Florida, wind in her hair, music in her ears and the occasional six-pack having surfer clad in shorts but instead, but she was dropped at the doorstep of strangers, where she'd been expected to live until she was old enough to attend a school where her people resided. Those were the most, frustrating years of her life. Now, she was at Granite. And worse, she was lost.
"Think they serve chicken nuggets here?" Temper looked down at her feet, where the black feline figure of Bombadil trekked closely. For respect of the others inhabiting the school, the panther had taken the form of a common housecat, though she could tell he was frustrated with the small steps. Of course, her question was ignored. Bombadil's amber eyes were steady ahead, his long tail high in the air, nose twitching, a look of concentration marring his features. "Yeah, you're right. This place obviously serves chicken nuggets." She said anyways, giving the expensive paintings on the walls a couple contemplating glances.
Finally, they'd managed to locate her dorm and upon approaching the door, Temper gave Bombadil a smug glance, crumbling the paper and tossing it off to the side, where it hit a wall and slumped on the floor. "See? No directions needed. The fussy tomcat curled his lip at her, revealing sharp fangs that would be sure to bite her if she irritated him enough. Temper frowned, then nudged Bombadil away from the door. He responded obediently, though a thrashing of his tail told her he was reluctant. She dug around for her appointed key, but then realized the door was already unlocked. "Look alive, darling. Somebody was here before us." Temper grinned, then opened the door of her dorm.

: Lou Amser : 25 : Female : Goddess of Luck & Change :
: Location~Dorm 7 > Lounge :

Quickly twisting the door knob of her dorm room while balancing her suitcase in her right hand, her cat wrapped around her neck, and her backpack currently slipping from her left shoulder, Lou Amser stumbled into her room promptly tripping over her untied shoelaces and plummeting to the ground.

Bazil, of course, sprung from her shoulders before she landed with a resounding thump face first on the carpeted floor. A glare was sent toward the blue gray cat, before Lou untangled herself from the mess looking at her possessions ruefully. She still had another suitcase to bring up...that could wait. In fact, her stuff could wait....the whole ordeal was a pain that could wait. Better to go and snoop around the lounge...see if there were any snacks to munch on.

"You want to explore Bazil? New people to meet, food to find, snooping to do."

The cat's pale green eyes sparkled, words forming within Lou's mind of their own accord. When have I ever turned down the opportunity to eat, and snoop? Performing a leap of surprising height, the silver Maine Coon landed on the shapechanger's shoulders immediately draping himself around her neck once again.

The two would spend quite a bit of time wandering the hallways, peaking into rooms, before Lu wandered into the commons room. She would immediately make a beeline for a vending machine, purchasing some salt & vinegar chips to snack on. Bazil had raised his head to stare at the relaxed form of a stranger...who Lou realized was not asleep as she had at first assumed. In fact, interestingly enough, the man seemed to be in possession of a rather large snake whom he was petting. A creeping feeling crawled down the young woman's spine...trouble...whenever she had that feeling it always meant trouble in one way or another. It was about time.

Cousin of yours? Lou thought, looking at the snake the man held. A short reply was with a flick of Bazil's ear...Don't be silly,Lou.

Rolling her eyes, Lou walked over to the young man pulling out a seat from nearby and gesturing at his luggage as she sat down.

"You give up as well? Or are you waiting for someone?"

Bazil continued to stare at the man and his pet, eyes unreadable, ears perked forward. Don't stare directly at the snake, Lou. Why not....supernatural? Not exactly...just be wary.

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Oc: All words spoken out loud will have quotations. Dark italic words are usually Lou, italic words belong to Bazil.

Temper ● Spirit Goddess ● Dorms ● Mentioning: Dakota

Standing in the doorway while the small, black figure of Bombadil bounded past her stock still body, Temperance pursed her full lips, narrowed her silver eyes and roamed them around the room in an assessing nature. The room was of adequate size, one section of the wall a smooth mahogany wood while the other side was a pretty shade of yellow wallpaper with detailed depictions flora growing from the surface. The lighting was well-placed, a lamp here and there and tiny, circular bulbs raining illumination from the ceiling. The beds were luxurious enough, and Bombadil seemed to agree as it took one wiggle of his haunches before he was pouncing ontop of the soft duvet. Finally, she gave the stranger in the room her attention, even sized her up a bit too though not in a hostile way. "Howdy!" An arm would raise in greeting, followed by a wiggle of her seemingly delicate fingers once said arm was lowered a little, all aimed at the blondy. "Well, you're here, I'm here..." Temperance drawled, removing the strap of her satchel and throwing it onto the bed that was meant for her, Bombadil dodged the leather bag, narrowed intense amber eyes at her and crawled to the head of the bed. Unfazed by the lack of affection, Temper grinned at her new roommate. "That makes us roomies. I'm Temperance Terpsichore, kind of a tongue twister. You can call me Temper or anything else you'd like."

Greyson Statler | Male | 18 | God of Destruction and War
Location: Dorms | Mentions: Udia {Directly} ~ Open

"Ow!" Greyson hissed in pain as he looked down at the weasel poking her caramel head from his hoodie, her small talon like claws digging into his shoulder as she glared up at him. He could feel the rodents bushy tail lashing from underneath the faded red clothing. "Pull out that paper the mortal gave you, it should say where you need to go." she hissed back at him, large black eyes leaving no room for argument, and he sighed dramatically before digging into his pocket to pull out the crumbled peice of notebook paper.

"Dorm room four..." He mumbled, and the stoat scoffed, her black nose wiggling with the half sneeze like sound. "It should be up here somewhere." He nodded and watched the numbers as he passed by, stopping abruptly at the golden plate engraved with the number four. "I need to get you a cage or something." He said more to himself than his furry companion, and he winced again when he could feel her claws clamp down through his t-shirt and her fur bristle.

"Ow! Ok sorry, but I'm being serious!" He snarled as he shot his hand forward to wrap around her long body, and pull her from her perch. "Were supposed to be acting like humans! What human has a rat running around without at least a leash," he shook his head at the thought as he opened the door. "I'm not a rat," she puffed up as she glared at him from his fist, quickly squeezing from his grasp and scurrying up his arm to perch once again at his shoulder. "Ok, whatever..." He rolled his eyes.

As he entered the room, he stopped to look around noticing the bed next to the large window was taken, so he turned in the directly of his only option. "Looks like I have a roommate." he said a little enthusiastically as he lifted his suitcase onto the bed. The stoat jumped from his shoulder to land in the pillows, walking along the blanket and sniffing closely at the clean and wrinkle-less bed. "What are you doing now?" he asked as he slumped forward, shoulders hunched in exhaustion. "Making sure there's no demonic traps here, who knows what's trying to kill you." She informed without hesitation, continuing to sniff profusely at the sheets now as she dug her way under the thick blanket. He slapped a hand to his forehead, and all he could force out as a response was an exasperated grunt.