battle ready armor

Being the hand to the Queen, the real queen of the campus, Flayace had to go everywhere she did to prepare for the coming battle. She wasn't one for fighting, but because she was friends with Ania, she had to do whatever it took to make sure she stayed on top. Although it would be a few days until the real war started, they had to prepare.

To have lookouts, spies, a fortress and more to make sure that they would win. "What would you think would be the best move at this point your highness?" Flayace asked Ania, not wanting to make a sudden move unless she thought it was good. "What should we focus on? What should I tell the others to get read for first?" All of these questions were just popping out of her, even though she wasn't sure if Ania cared to be asked so many.

Tellios was offline in the Ballroom. He was on of the Balconies after class since he was focusing and changing some of the house lights earlier on that day. The acoustics of the place were pretty bad there, almost like an Opera House. Though he heard voices. Which slowly set up a reboot cycle in him/

"What would you think would be the best move at this point your highness?"

He was slowly waking up hearing the echo in the hall, it wasn't big but it was enough to trigger the wake up cycle of Tellios.

"What should we focus on? What should I tell the others to get read for first?"

He eventually sat up and stretched a bit, the sound was kind of like cracking, but more like metal touching each other. Peering over the balcony he saw two girls and a plan. He raised an eye brow and slowly made his way down.

"I have no clue what is going on here ladies, but it better be good to be using my classroom as a bloody staging operation." he said groggily like a man who had just woken up and had no coffee. The start up cycle was still going and in his eyes were many systems tests going on at once. Looking at the crudely drawn plans he raised an eye brow and sighed. "Well, looks like you guys did some renovations while I was out. Not the kind I would hope for if all these warps are in the building.

Though he was curious about what was going on. He did hear something about a plan best moves and other tactical decisions. He raised an eyebrow at it all. Starting to pull out his tablet from his satchel that was at his side as he pulled up a map, one of each floor. He rubbed his eyes. "So seriously, what the hell is going on here? this is far to elaborate to get this girl here to 'fake run into' a guy she likes. " He says pointing at the girl who did the talking that woke him up. Which seemed to be some form of elite in the some group.

MAYBE he shouldn't have said that.

Aurélie Fée Perrault (and Adrian Hexe Grimm)

A queen should never have to look worse than her subjects. That said, there was simply no excuse for not trying at all. From her seat among the so-called small counsel of Queen Ania, Aurélie observed the older girl's plain clothes in silent disapproval. Of course, not everybody could afford the fashions that she was accustomed to -that's the point of nobility, dear, Jeanne Marie's ghost whispered sweetly in her ears- but at least there should have been an a attempt!

Really, she had no idea what all the fuss was about on campus. The only reason why Aurélie had even bothered to take part in such an event was pure boredom. Ridiculous as it was, it still seemed to give her some sense of amusement. Not a total waste of time, then, she thought. Only mostly.

Still, at least she had secured for herself as respectable a title as she possibly could have taken in this game -Master of the Coin. With a little bit of persuasion, Aurélie had snagged yet another position for her sister. So there they were at that moment, sitting next to each other as the other members of the small counsel debated.

Perhaps a fairy tale later, Aurélie thought. There was one in particular which seemed to fit this situation nicely. The question, however, was who to center it around. And, well... There was also the issue of if she intended to stay on this side.

Oh, I do hope this will be interesting. She sniffed delicately as the newcomer, one whom did not recognize, approached. Beside her, Adrian stiffened momentarily before relaxing.

Evil laughter sounded throughout the ballroom as Alice Mordrake entered wearing a....ususual...outfit. Decked out in a full cosplay, she was wearing a black gothic dress with red detailing, large, dark grey false ram-like demon horns and a seires of -six- fabricated demon wings. In her hand she clutched a wine glass with what appeared to be some kind of red in it. It was clear that Alice spend quite a bit of money on her lavish costume; the dress itself was quite ornate and the fabricated horns and wings where Hollywood quality. She was going all out, and was rather let down to see that everybody else was content to loaf around in their every day cloths. Oh well..maybe I can get them into the mood more! she thought to herself. At her side was her personal AI Inaba who's usual hologram bunny appetence had been replaced with that of a foul imp, cackeling gleefully along with her mistress.

"So...this is the best you mortals can do? Pathetic. It looks like you'll need me after all. As the empress of Hell, know that you have a powerful ally in your corner! Sin and darkness must reign in the land of men, and I -cannot- allow princess William to bring about an age of goodness and light! Alice proclaimed to the rest of Ania's "army" Taking a seat next to Aurellie, the blue-blooded girl being the only one she knew out of the bunch.

"Now, as far as strategy is concerned, I think spies are a good idea. My dark magic...or in OOC terms hologram technology...can easily disguise anybody we send in. I will volunteer myself to be the first spy, as being the empress of demons I can easily use my foul magic to conceal my true self. If anybody else wants to help me, feel free volunteer now!" Alice continued to the crowd.

Nikki zoomed into the ballroom, without ever stopping to catch a breath. She'd stayed late after her English class, to finish the easiest assignment ever, and she even handed into the teacher. But he wouldn't grade it till tomorrow. So, she was a little late, but she arrived quickly, and I mean quickly! There were already several other people in the room. There was the queen, dressed in strangely normal clothes. Nikki was not a lover of fashion, but didn't royalty wear fancy clothes? Well, what was it do her? She shrugged and walked on.

She arrived just in time to hear some of what that girl with the crazy outfit was saying. Wait. She didn't know they were representing things that evil. She thought it was just a silly joke. But these people seemed to be taking it pretty seriously. Maybe she could get out of doing anything important. She wanted to remain silent, but she couldn't help it. "Didn't know I was joining the creep crowd" she said semi quietly. She looked for a chair that wasn't next to some one, and sat in it. She looked around, there was mostly girls. "So, what now?" she asked.

<div align=center>Hadrian was perhaps the only one in the room that came across relatively normal. He'd been preoccupied up until now, though he'd promised Ania he'd tag along, and he'd kept true to his word. A large, orange cat padded lazily at his heels, a large, red leather collar hanging loose around his neck. The tiger perked up when he noticed Ania's presence and picked his pace up a little, Hadrian often got the feeling Altair liked her a lot more than he liked him, though that was probably due to the fact Ania gave his pet the attention he so desperately craved.

The boy smiled a little when he leveled with the girl, pulling her close for a moment to press a soft kiss to her cheek. "Sorry I'm late," he frowned a little, moving a hand to scratch Altair behind one of his ears, "Altair decided to follow me, so naturally I had to wait for him to drag away whatever disgusting corpse he'd try to take back home." He had no idea if he was to address her with formalities, he'd been called a king, did a king have to call his queen your highness or your grace? He didn't really know, but he rather hoped he wouldn't end up getting yelled at.</div>

Honestly, when it came down to which side he picked, Eric just went with the one with the most girls. He didn't stop for a moment to think whether that was a problem. Turns out his brother decided to join the other camp, but Eric would not worry about it. It wasn't like he was about to use a real sword and really stab his older brother to Swiss cheese. No harm, no foul.

As much as he would not regret his decision, what with the throng of gorgeous girls all packed in the ballroom, Eric had the momentary fear in heart for being late. He was supposed to be guarding the Queen or something! Like a queen...guard. Queensguard. Yeah.

Eric opted not to wear a full suit of plate mail. He didn't have time to refit it to maintain his agility, so he did the next best thing by removing small pieces of it that proved most difficult to don. Even with his squire, Eric showed up to the ballroom in something more akin to a breastplate, leggings, and gauntlets. His fake wooden sword was strapped to his side in its scabbard, though from first appearance the sword looked very real.

Eric burst into the ballroom. He panted hard, leaning on his knees to relax his thighs and catch his breath. “Aww, hell,” he muttered before he spoke up to the council. “Your uh... Grace! Majesty! (whatever...).”

Eric wiped the sweat on his brow, fighting to keep a perfect posture as he approached the council. Ironic that he spent the last ten minutes trying to look stylish when he did not want to finish donning the armour... when finishing the armour would have taken the same amount of time.

“It is dangerous to uh... wander any place without protection, your Grace. Already those treasonous rats conspire!” It wasn't the best recovery, but he managed to restore his dignity and stand by the Queen. Close enough to chop off any single opportunistic person's hand. In theory, of course.

"Oh goody. The one thing that the human mind knows all to well. War." Needless to say that they were going about strategy all bloody wrong. Nor did he really care. "About that, I am not siding in this war. You people walked in on MY off time and bothered it. Though, I would be willing to give advice to how your tactics should go."

He said looking at what he thought was the Queen Bee. He smirked like a smart ass as he once again opened his mouth. Though the 'Princess William' threw him off guard a bit.

"Oh yeah, Who ever this William gu- wait Princess William? That's.. Odd." He wasn't too sure about what was going on. "I mean, you look like a.. Princess.. Queen.. Person. If you aren't like William and got something hiding under your gorgeous looking clothes."

He thought a little bit of flattery would go along way for him, he wanted to help and then be out of it. He had his own means of wanting to join this war now. Access to records from the security room. He gave it some thought as he began to run simulations. He rubbed his chin.

"I am known as Miralis. Technology made manifest." he didn't care about the others coming in. He was only interested in his own means. He wanted access to restricted files that he couldn't get his hands on, and he found the perfect way to get it all. "I am willing to help your group, you have your goals and I have mine. You are going to need someone tech-savy in order to get access to the schools security cameras and what not. That would be a good start."