An Illusionist, a Holy Knight, and Kaize

Kaize was meandering through the hallways, his ears sharply attuned. His bare feet echoed out a solid thud across the padded carpet of the halls as he made his way down the closed corridor, winding his way around the odd passerby. Some students, some faculty. It felt strange, almost foreign to walk among mortal men again. He was used to the imposing auras and feels of gods and demigods. Mortals paled in comparison, weak and feeble. Even here, in a place filled with men and women who gathered supernatural powers, there was still a definite gap. Kaize himself felt incredibly proud of his own powerful aura.

As he went, Kaize kept his senses sharpened and alert, his mind archiving the layout of the rooms, his sense sweeping over each numbered plate next to every door. Upon finding the room he had been assigned, he turned and ran his hand across the plate beside the door frame. 103. This was the correct door. Taking a step back, Kaize listened intently. There was some mild shuffling and a voice coming from inside the room. Male, definitely male. So there was already one roommate inside. From what he had been told, there should be at least one more arriving. Taking a breath, Kaize stepped inside, tugging his luggage behind him.

The first thing he noticed was the impressive size of the room. It seemed there was a completely stocked kitchen, complete with every utility you could hope for in a dorm. Next to that was a small living room, complete with a couch, a fair sized TV, and some desks packed tight into a corner. To his direct right was a door, and inside were bunkbeds, and the aforementioned male. Now that he was closer to him, Kaize could tell there was something...off about this man. He didn't /feel/ like one person. It was like someone had compressed a thousand bodies into one. It was one of the strangest things Kaize had ever felt. Shrugging it off, Kaize walked forward, into the room.

Surprisingly spacious for a dorm room. Two bunkbeds, one on each wall, a window on the left...very empty. Definitely in need of personal touches. Speaking of, it seemed his roommate had plenty of personal touches. A case practically bursting with fabric, some plastic posters on the wall, and... a shield? Perhaps a familiy crest or sigil? It was comprised of some metal or another, but there were no scars in the shield itself, so it was probably decoration. He'd ask later. Those posters were going to aggravate the piss outta him, though. Flat plastic was indiscernible to his senses. He'd never be able to make out what was on them.

Having walked in on his roommate's question, Kaize would hoist his bag up on the top bunk on the left hand side, smirk, and reply. "Well, a blind man." Kaize would then reach into the man's head, speaking there as well. "And a telepath, if that's any difference" With that out of the way, Kaize would begin unpacking his clothes and possessions, the only thing standing out being two small statues that looked identical. One of gold, and one of hand carved wood. The statues were idols of the god Raijin. Smiling at the small effigies, Kaize would place them on a nearby bedside table, and turn to his roommate.

"Well, I believe introductions are in order. I'm Kaize Asura." he would smile again, extending his hand to his roommate.

This place was definitely above his pay grade, and his life savings, maybe more worth than him, the scholarship was probably a small fortune that could have bought him an island and then some. The kitchen was fully stocked, if his mother was there she'd get to cooking everything she ever wanted, she cut out recipes in cookbooks and put them in a scrapbook for when she could afford it all. He'd sigh softly, thinking of his mother all the time was probably unhealthy, homesickness is one thing he didn't need here. He'd sigh, adjusting the school bag over his shoulders, which held practically everything he ever owned, except for what he was wearing of course, a weeks worth of clothing, and a silver pendant in the bottom, he had his cellphone in his pocket as well. He made his way to his room checking the door number to make sure he was at the right one, 103, yup everything seemed alright. As he was entering he took a moment to look around the room, two of his roommates were there already, one had several decorations up on the wall of the right top bunk, which were miscellaneous band posters and a shield it seemed.

The other was unpacking and had placed two statues of what looked Raijin from Japanese folklore on the bed side table, his bag was on the top bunk on the left so Mal assumed that was where he was taking. He thought for a moment to decide who he'd rather have above him, Shinto priest or metal-head, he decided Shinto would be best for a bit of peace so he set his bag at the foot of the left bunk bed. He didn't unpack except for the silver pendant that he hung up on the outer most support of the bed. He did so just as the Shinto priest introduced himself, he'd take a deep breath and step to the side of him, so he was standing a few feet away but looking at him and the other roommate, near the entrance. He noticed his eyes were covered with a blindfold, so Mal assumed that he was blind but wouldn't bring that up. "Hello, I am Malvoes, Malvoes Boran at your service."

As Max shook Kaize's hand and asked if they needed a handicap sign for him, Kaize would chuckle a bit, then return to putting his things in order. "Not unless you plan to break my legs or lobotomize me." Kaize would reply, grinning. When the new entry walked into the room, Kaize would once again turn and extend his hand to the new roommate.

"Hello Malvoes. I'm Kaize Asura." he would say, and once they were done shaking hands, he would take his now unpacked luggage case and move it beside the bed. So far, his roommates seemed completely normal. He silently wondered how they were dealing with having a blind roommate, and for a few seconds he contemlated finding out for himself. But, he decided against it. Reading thoughts could be a very unpleasant process, and it often delved into memories that the person would never tell anyone.

Sesnsing Max hiking himself up onto the opposite top bunk, Kaize would do the same on his bunk, putting his back to the headrest and looking out the window. Max offered to play icebreaker games like they had in their younger schooling years, or asked if he and Malvoes preferred to keep things about themselves in the dark.

"I'm good with whatever. There's not a whole lot interesting about me, but what there is, i'd be more than glad to share." Kaize would say with a smile, knowing in his mind it was a lie. Telling them about the Court was a huge no-no. No one could know about the Court. And the only other real interesting thing about him was Kazan, and that's something no one would want to hear about. As he thought, Kaize gently rubbed the bracelets on his arm.

Malvoes would sit down on his bed, listening to the two converse, "As long as we aren't painting each other's nails and braiding hair I'm good with anything." He'd say with a laugh. These two seemed alright, maybe this wasn't going to be so rough, new place, new friends, new life. He'd lay back waiting for the others to begin talking, wondering where they were going to start, powers, past, preferences.

Kaize would turn his head towards Max, then the uninhabited bunk below him. His would be gaze back at Maxwell, Kaize would respond. "No clue. Could be just about anyone."

Kaize would let Max tell of himself first, eager to hear about the man who would be sharing his dorm. Perhaps he'd mention something that would pair with the odd aura he gave off. He explained where he was from. As Max explained his powers, he seemed to conjure a gun from thin air. The gun held the same aura as Max, which was something Kaize had never seen or felt before. An inanimate object with an aura meant it had a soul. He had heard stories of such objects, but had never actually encountered one. He'd have to ask more about the weapon later.

As Max finished his explanation, Kaize decided it would be his turn. "I'm Kaize Asura. I'm from Takanabe, a small town in the Miyazaki prefecture of Japan. I uh...I have my sword" Kaize would summon Sanda, briefly drawing it from it's sheath before re-sheathing it and tossing it into the air, the sword de-summoning in mid-air. With his explanation over, he would turn to Malvoes.

He'd gaze at his empty neighbor bunk, "You know I wasn't told anything about room mates so I have no idea myself."

He'd listen to the two of them give their explanations and show off their loot, he was sure they had more under their sleeves, like he did but he wasn't going to be the one to call them out. At the mention of Japan, Malvoes would have his thoughts confirmed but to make sure. "Is that why you have the Raijin statues? I'm a bit of a myth and folklore nut so I've got an idea of the religion and kami of Japan." After Kaize's answer he'd introduce himself.

"I'm Malvoes, as previously stated. I've grown up in a small town in Michigan, if you don't mind me not telling you the exact town. And as for my powers, I can create things and creatures." As he says this he stands up, creating a copy of Kaize's sword and sheathe and unsheathing it in one hand and in the other he'd have a copy of La Forza, his cat would materialize next to him as well, as it often did, being part of his subconscious. And with a flourish they'd all dissolve into a cascade of blue rose petals around him, which in turn would quickly disappear. He'd sit down, sure that his spectacle would have little reaction but showmanship was one of the things his uncle had taught him.