Modern/Urban Fantasy Highschool RP. (Closed!!!)

Raziel unzipped his backpack, grabbing his binder and pencil, and started to get to work, he rezipped the backpack and continued.

Cicada walked into Alchemy later than usual. She sighed as she took a seat. Adjusting her wings so they weren't that uncomfortable.

Raziel watched the demoness walk in, and went back to finishing school stuff. When he was done, he started to study extra Alchemy from a textbook.

She pulled on her headphones. They were designed to help control her telepathic abilities, but they were a 50-50 chance. She pulled out a sketchbook and began drawing.

Cressida walked into the classroom late, muttering an apology to the teacher. She walked to the back of the room and sat down.

Ryan was quiet as he flips through his book, reading over the spells. Some of them were his own, some his fathers. Some where from wizards in the past. He was silent as he does so.

"That's a cool little Grimoire…" Raziel says, pointing to the book, still studying.

Ryan starts. "Ah, thank you." he smiles a little bit.

Raziel smiled back, then focused on his textbook again.
'This kid looked an awful lot like he did: tall, black hair, bluish eyes.'
He chuckled.
(The reason I say bluish is because Ryan's are blue, and Raziel's are violet.)

gotcha))

Ryan hums, scratching out another spell on an extra piece of paper. He sighs. He was never going to get the spell right.

Raziel finishes studying the extra materials and puts his textbook under his desk. He unzips his backpack and puts his binder and pencil away, resulting it.

Cicada put her hands over her headphones. She wanted to scream, Ugh! These stupid headphones aren't working!

"Mind-reading giving you trouble? " Raziel asked the demon telepathically. He'd fortified his mind against mental prying and invasion constantly, so he knew it wasn't his thoughts contributing to the Damon's trouble.
"I can help with that if you like."

Cicada's head popped up, she looked around. She asked aloud, "Who are you?"

(Uh…. could I get a recap on what has happened so far?)

Raziel beamed her his location in the room, but nothing more.
"I'm right here!"

Basically just classroom stuff. Convo between Ryan and Razz, and Cicada is here now.

Cicada walked over to him, "So you're a telepath."

"Most angels are deeply mental and psychic beings. Even fallen ones like me!" He said, standing, and then sitting atop his desk.

"An angel," Cicada mused. Her natural enemies, good thing she wasn't like other demons, "So you can help me with my little problem?"

"I think so… Can't be sure… I've never really encountered a demon like you before." He said . "But I can try…"

"I'd be willing to try anything," Cicada told him, "I've had to deal with listening to what everyone else is thinking for years. And I'm sick of it!"

"Alright." He said, gazing firmly at her. He hypnotized the demoness, not enough to entirely control her, but just influence her, as her mental abilities would probably make her resistant, and also because he wasn't sure he needed to.
He talked to her gently.
"Alright sweetheart, what I want you to do, is I want you to ignore your powers of mind-reading. At least until you use them, alright?" He delved into her subconscious mentally, trying his best to lock her abilities there, but not so tightly that she couldn't use them anymore.
He snapped his mind-control off. Allowing her to function without being shackled partially by his will.
"As far as telepathy goes, you're pretty damn good." Raziel said, taking his seat next to Ryan again.

Ryan looks up, nodding to the female. He had never encountered others, so he was trying to be as polite as possible. Ryan had learned many years ago to block people from reading his mind, since his father had taught him so he understood a little about what was going on.

The bell rang.
Raziel took his bag, putting it on. He got up, ready to leave, as the teacher made one last announcement.
He decided he'd listen. Since it was the first day.

Bumping this up.

Cicada looked at Raziel, "Really? I just find them annoying, but whatever you did worked."

"Glad to hear it." The nonchalant angel responded, about to leave the classroom.

Cicada stood up and walked to get her bag. She put her sketchbook away, and made sure nothing was touching it.

Kata walked through the hallway, hand poised, ready to draw her sword if needed.