The Ballroom

Ezio listened to the women talk to each other and got a small chuckle from it and watched as the sister there did a small elegant and all the while tantalizing dance for the two now in a waltz stance. Pulling the woman closer he started to move his feet to the music that played through his head as he spoke. "My name is Ezio Calvin. I am applying for the history teacher here at the academy. It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of such lovely sisters." Smiling Ezio used his special gift to let the music in his head flow to theirs.

Smiling the man picked up pace gradually letting her feet float atop his letting his movements sink in with hers so that they could and would become something of a second nature. His light grey eyes set into hers through his glasses and as they twirled he smiled to the other sister letting her know that lessons were at her ready as well. Closing his eyes he let the classical concerto flow through his mind and the dance his body. Smiling a very wide fanged smile Ezio, the man new to this all, was beginning to enjoy himself.

Adria slightly smiled then looked to her left to see her sister just standing int he doorway. She then turned her gaze back to Ezio and spoke in a soft tone. "I am Adria Zigana, and that one over there, is my sister, Aislinn Mursili."Adria told Ezio with a dark-ish grin and her green eyes narrowed over to her sister then back to Ezio. "So I take it your class has not showed up yet. Typical teenagers. So lazy and imature at some times if you ask me." She said quietly to herself.

Aislinn turned her drifted gaze of loathing away from her sister and smiled at the man every so kindly "It is a pleasure to meet you mister Calvin. Maybe I'll be able to sit in on what I'm sure would be such an interesting class even though I am not applying to attend the school. My name is Aislinn Mursili." she said as she smiled, ignoring her sister introducing her poorly, her voice sounding feather light and cheerful as she looked at him. Aislinn watched the two waltz around the large and elegant ballroom for a moment and a smile twitched at the corner of her lips. It seemed amusing that her sister would be waltzing around the room dressed as she was.

F'ral walked into the room, after exploring the academy for hours. He didn't seem to mind it though; the room was beautiful. It must be his M'Laniri side, but he appreciated beauty of any form, and feel. He shook his head lightly, and smirked, The teachers are getting to me, I am starting to get soft. he thought to himself.

The deep low cadence of a males voice rang through the room, and for the first time that night, he noticed the group standing in the room. Two females, and a single male. The two females were very beautiful, whereas the male gave off an air of arrogance. He couldn't pinpoint it, but he liked the guy for some reason.

He walked up to the group with the stealth and speed of a Hunter. He smiled, and hearing their names earlier, said, "I am F'ral, nice to meet two elegant ladies, and a very... proud male." He was not good with words, but he was trying, and it showed, he hoped.

Ezio laughed a tad at the young male's introduction and greetings. It was not that there was anything funny about them just the fact that he was so perceptive to see that Ezio was a proud man which he was, but not so proud as to be full of himself. Taking a step back from his dance partner he bowed to Aislinn and shook F'ral's hand. "It truly is nice to meet you both." Nodding he looked at his watch yet again waiting for his students.

OOC: I have yet to sleep for days so I apologize for short posts and lack there off. Please forgive me.

(( Due to the forgotten of this, I'm going to say my character has left to free up a space ))

Auna walks in with a silent sigh, she leans against the wall and looks around. She had gotten distracted by her thoughts and the second thing she knew was that she had must have taken a wrong turn or something.
Wasn't I headed to the school?....I'll never get used to this place she thinks grimly as she walks and stare at the cieling.

Auna nearly jumps out of her skin when the man came out of nowhere and she takes a step back to get into a comfortable distance.
"...Yes."
She puts her hands in her jacket pockets and tilts her head an centimeter to the side as she stares at his eyes.

Auna narrows her eyes as he gets closer to her and she backs away once more.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Auna. A PE teacher you say?"
She rubs the back of her neck, deciding to walk around the ballroom to 'explore' around a bit.

Auna shivers at the sudden closeness and twitches as he kisses her cheek.
"How old are you exactly?"
She asks, pointedly ignoring his request, she tries to remove his arms so she could continue walking.

Auna frowns childishly as she saw she couldn't get out as easy as she thought she might have but when she heard him talk, she sweatdrops. 910...He looked around twenties, she sighs realizing he was probably immortal.
"A whole lot younger than you are, thats for sure."

Auna shivers and she looks up at him with a stubborn look.
"Shape-shifter. An Incubus...is there different breeds in demons?"

Auna sweatdrops, he's holding her freely and he dosen't think she would have an attitude for that? She sighs and looks away.
"Oh, its nothing. What's your favorite color?"
She tries a question to change the topic.

Auna puts a finger to her mouth and looks around.
"Hm...probably..."
Being a fan of art, she found it somewhat difficult to decide, she tils her head back and looks back to Valgaav.
"Purple?"

Auna blinks, slightly surprised and leans away from him about two inches.
"Well, my maid was teaching me how to cook more complicates dishes before I was sent here."