Just on the outskirts of town somehwere in an isolated area of the woods resided a large building, refered to as Majestic Academy. This establishment was created twenty years ago in 1982. The school was made for gifted children, yet it wasn’t like any other school. It seemed that these children didn’t voluntarily join, no. Most were taken at birth to this place, others retrieved. But, why…
“Wunder!” Called out a middle aged woman who stood at the side of a track field behind the school. She held a clipboard with a few sheets of paper attatched, scribbled on in slight calligraphic handwriting.
A young male who was jogging along the track curved off the path and over to the female. He stood at six feet tall, towering over her just a bit. He had an annoyed expression, fixating his (——————) eyes on the woman. “Yes, Mrs. Ammelia?” He responded with a stoic yet seductive tone.
She scoffed a bit, the clipboard in one hand and that hand plopping to her side, the other hand laying on her hip. Standing at only five foot and six inches along side him, she stared up at the male with her (—————) eyes, the sunlight giving them a small shine. “You have an assignment.” She said in a melancholy tone of voice.
“Alright.” He bobbed his head to her and ran his hand through his bangs, the rest of his (—————) hair coiled back in a braid. A bit bored, he quickly glanced around the field at other passing by children and noticed a particular girl headed their way, crossing through the middle of the track.
“That there, is your partner, /King./” Ammelia mocked as she handed him a piece of paper off her clipboard.
Wunder turned his attention back to the woman and shot her a slight glare, reaching out and accepting the paper he was given.
The female had just /appeared/ by the males side, a small smile curling her lips. “Hello, Mrs. Ammelia.” She doubled over in a slight bow and upon her rise, she looked to Wunder with her pale violet eyes, her bangs hovering over her eyes a bit as the rest of her brunette hair fluttered at a passing breeze.
“Well, Hello there little miss.” Wunder joked and turned to the new woman, holding out his free hand to her. “I am WunderKing. Pleasure to meet such a pretty young gal.” He gave a wink to the female and as he did, a bit of her collared shirt unbuckled by two buttons, exposing her clevage.
She paid it no mind and slipped her hand into his, firmly grasping it and giving it a single shake. “Call me Anima.” She responded in a quiet tone. “Shall we get going?” She removed her hand from his and turned on her heel. Waving a hand in a horizontal way to her side, a portal tore open through the empty air.
The male gave a shrug and slipped his hands into his pockets. He marched right through this vortex, not even taking into mind where this portal would lead him.
“We shall return with the objective complete.” Anima said as she trailed behind the male and disappeared with him into this opening, it shuttingg behind them.
(Somewhere in town)
“Gah! I can’t do this!!” Yelled an annoyed and slightly raspy female voice.
A young male stepped out a screen door to a blue house, entering the backyard of its domain and toward the sound of the voice. “Ya gotta calm down, sis.” He murmured as he ran a hand through his (————) hair. “Or ya never gonna get it, Zeena.”
The female turned towards the male, her eyebrow twitching in aggitation. “I’m frickin’ trying…” She moved over to him and heaved a sigh, opening her hand to him. “Did ya get me that drink I asked for?”
The male stood, dumbfounded. “Uh…” he paused and shook his head. “Oops….One sec.” He turned around to face the door towards the screen door. He rose his hand and motioned it right and grasped at nothing, then moved his hand right. He pretended to pour something into his the hand that pretended to grasp an object. “I got ya.” As he responded, he drew his hand that /held/ the blank object and drew it back.
As he did all this, subtle sounds echoed from within the house. And, within moments, a glass with water dragged across the floor in the rooms darkness.
Zeena approached the screen door and pushed it to the side, opening it. “Thanks, Aidou.” She started to lean forward to pick it up but stopped herself. “Hm….” stepping back a bit, she stared at the glass.
“What?” The male questioned looking from the glass to his sister.
“Watch.” She rose her hand and twirled her index in a circular motion. As she did, the cup would slowly rise, tipping a bit unsteadily as a small twister formed under it. “…I got it…” she seemed to be happier now as though had accomplished a goal.