Undead Club: First Meeting

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/gb3zdDk.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Makara wasn't sure what to make of the woman who came in. Pastel colors, a flower crown, and a mess of freckles were not exactly common undead traits, and he had to wonder if he was perhaps mistaken. But he supposed it didn't matter - she would not have signed up at all, otherwise. She would have to be 'Gloria'. Astor was possible, but Gloria seemed a much more fitting name.

He gave a quick glance to the clock on the wall, and decided he'd waited long enough. They were already a few minutes past the time, and it was possible that someone might not even be coming. He would simply have to go on, and if they came in late, so be it. Pario was already staring at him, and there was no point in delaying further.

He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of so many eyes on him. "My name is Makara Som. I'm the faculty advisor for the club, and Pario is our club leader." Hadn't he already said that? Yes - but only to one, to the girl who called herself 'Iridian'. "For those who haven't met me before, I am actually a ghost." He paused for a second, catching himself. It must have sounded silly, to hear him say that when he was so clearly not.

"At night, anyway." Well, he was a ghost all the time, but he looked and acted like a ghost at night. "I also serve as a counsellor for undead related issues at the school. I thought this club might be helpful, to bring together those whose powers lean towards death and the like. It can be difficult to get appropriate support." He knew that much at least. Even on an island filled with magic, death was still an uncomfortable topic.
</div>[/thoth] @"Emy", @"Iridian Death", @"Claire" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/gb3zdDk.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Makara was, he had to admit, a bit nervous around necromancers. He knew it was a bit silly, considering the odds of one of them trying to bind him to their will were fairly slim, but it made him nervous just the same. Hearing that the woman he'd mistaken for a student was actually a teacher was unexpected, and he tensed and then relaxed slightly when she explained that she was a necromancer... for plants.

He couldn't quite blame Iridian for not explaining exactly what she was - or what she could do. Makara's powers were fairly mundane as far as the undead went, and even so he still hesitated about being upfront with people at times. Certainly he did have to explain a lot of the time, but that also came with being a teacher. You couldn't just hide behind not having to tell someone - not when he was trying to be someone people could go to if they needed help.

Their meeting was interrupted by the arrival of the last person, who was probably Astor. Of course, almost immediately after, he was both proven correct - they were astor - and wrong, because they were not the last person to arrive. Two people slid into the room, neither of which had signed up. Makara supposed he should have been happy for the larger turnout, but instead he just felt thrown off.

"Ah... yes. Welcome." He said to the newcomers, glancing around before gesturing to some empty seats. "Grab a seat, we were just doing introductions. My name is Makara." He said, letting Pario do his own introduction. Pario's connection to the dead was certainly unusual, but it wasn't that much weirder than a teacher who was a plant necromancer.

Unfortunately, Makara was running headfirst into one of the many reasons he'd been so hesitant to start a club in the first place: He had no idea what to talk about. He had no school club experience, having never even gone to school before, and he genuinely didn't know what they were supposed to talk about.

"I wanted - there's already a club for magic folks, and one for demons. It seemed appropriate that there be one for undead students, and those aligned with death. The school does a good job of making accommodations for power practice, but it can still be hard to speak about powers like that." He said, his voice seeming to grow quieter the longer he talked.
</div>[/thoth] @"Emy", @"Iridian Death", @"Poptart", @"Claire" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

@Emy - necroing to end thread