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Nebula Academy: Search for the Chosen Ones (Start Up)

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Nebula Academy one of the largest academies in the world situated in the outskirts of London and in turn be connected to the city via levi-train tracks that were opened to students. The academy had multiple school buildings as well as dining halls. It also housed multiple sporting fields from physical sports, to battling fields and stadiums to contest stadiums. And in the center of the academy stood a large white almost mechanical clock tower tall enough to overlook the rest of the complex.

Trains were making their way into the academy coming from the stations that were connected all around and being full of students. Among those was Jared Drac who was sitting down and looking out of the window with a nervous expression on his face. "Ralts?" his Ralts asked while staring at its trainer's face.

"I'm okay buddy, just a little nervous is all," Jared sighed. He didn't know why he had received the invitation to Nebula after being disown by his father two years ago and not really achieving anything, it was all a big shock to him. "At least Elise will be here."


On another train was Ellery Warring who looked out the window of the train proudly and clenched his fist in confidence. "There it is, now things will really get good," he smirked while petting his Espeon. "What do you think sis, how awesome do you think I'll get once we get there?" he asked as he looked over to Zephyr.
 
"Won't be much longer..." Calvin O'Brien said to himself, looking out the window passively. His Umbreon sat on his lap, drifting in and out of sleep every few minutes. "I wish we didn't have to take the train. These things make me nauseous." As he said this, a light bump woke up his twin sister Camille and her Espeon, who had been previously fast asleep.

"Are we there yet?" Camille asked, rubbing her eyes in a childlike manner.

"Not yet. Just a little longer." Calvin said, stroking Umbreon gently.

"Okay." Camille yawned, promptly drifting off again.
 
Enrique entered his train, and was somewhat surprised at all the people. He had no idea so many supernatural beings sought higher education.
"Mind if we sit here?" He asked Jared. Meanwhile, Eleanore was reading a book and following close behind. It was either because she was interested in it, or because she wanted to hide behind it.
 
Dirk kicked his feet up on the empty seat in front of him as he scanned one of the school's pamphlets. Black sunglasses covered his eyes, which were red at the moment. "I never did understand why we ended up here." He muttered to the girl sitting next to him.

"They were impressed with your... reputation." Daphne said quietly. "And as for why we're here... nothing more than a premonition." She mused. "Hope we're on the right track this time."

"Yeah." Dirk sighed. "I can't take another false lead."
 
Alice sighed as she looked out the window. She was stroking the thick, coarse fur of her Eevee, Jack.

"I'm nervous," she spoke to her Eevee, "Who knows what we're going to be dealing with. Let's just do our best to make mother and daddy proud."

"Eevee!" Jack cooed as he licked his owner's right cheek.
 
"Nervous?" Enrique asked, looking out the window as well, as Eleanore retreated further into her book.
 
"It's not too hard, don't worry." Enrique said, sitting down next to Jared, taking out a stick of gum and inserting it into his mouth, offering some to Jared. "Well, at least ones I've been to. I really have no idea how a school for demons runs."
 
"Like us." Calvin interjected. He was a bit further back, and had been listening the whole time.

"Are we there yet?" Camille murmured sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
 
OOC: He meant supernatural beings.

"I mean supernatural beings, sorry." Enrique said, blowing a bubble. It was purple. He turned to Calvin. "Yes, I am a magician myself. And my sister Eleanore is a demon. Also, she is a television." Eleanore waved, before looking in her book again. It had a picture of Bruce Lee on the front.
 
Calvin nodded slowly, and looked thoughtful for a second. "How's her reception?" He eventually asked, keeping a straight face.

Camille raised an arm and whacked him upside the head. "Not funny." She muttered.
 
"Name's Calvin." Calvin said, nodding back.

"I'm Camille." Camille said, waking up slightly.
 
"It usually depends on the weather. I can usually get any station unless it's really, really rainy." Eleanore said, completely seriously.

"I'm Enrique, and this is my sister, Eleanore." Enrique said, blowing another bubble.
 
"Blake, just calm down. There are plenty of things to do on a train trip if you really look hard enough."

"Oh, you mean like gouging my eyes out? 'Cause that seems like a really appealing option right now."

"If you want to, then by all means. Matter of fact, I think the change would be quite the improvement."

"Shut up, Alban."

"I could say the very same to you. But you wouldn't listen, so neither will I."

Such banter was thrown back and forth with the speed and frequency of bullets, as Blake and Alban Lloyd sat in seats across from one another, each one of them giving each other a rather intense look. Both of them were, in reality, fairly bored. And, out of boredom, they usually spent their time making potshots at one another, more out of a lack for any better targets than anything else.

"Hey, Alban. D'you know anything about this 'Nebula Academy' our folks kept blabbing about?"

"Nope, but if it's one another one of those goddamned private schools, I may have to take up the suggestion you brought up earlier. And besides, not having eyes does have one nice advantage to it: I won't have to look at your hideous mug again."

"Oh, well you're a fine one to talk. Tell me, is rubbing your face into the contents of the nearest dumpster part of your daily hygiene routine? Because with that kind of face, I don't know how else you could possibly go about making it look that bad...unless, of course, you're not even trying."
 
The two stopped mid-rant, and they both turned to face Ellery. And they both had particular devious smirks on their faces as they finally found something to relieve them of their boredom.

"Being too loud? And you're tellin' me that you want us to shut our mouths just so you can say what you want to say? What sort of authority d'you think you have, anyways?" Blake accused with no lack of hostility in his voice.

"Blake, shut up," Alban said, quickly silencing his brother. "I think what my brother here is trying to say is that you're being just the slightest bit rude, and that it would be really nice if you would stop acting as if you can tell us what to do...oh, for fuck's sake, who am I kidding? Close that little mouth of yours right now before we have to do it for you."
 
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