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falling rain, twisting metal.

Summary:

hello, this is my first fic on here. i am 14 years old, so i am not that good at writing. i have had this idea in my head for a while, and i hope someone can read this and maybe provide some feedback. i find it very hard to commit to a task, so i hope someone can find this entertaining.

this is a story about many characters, with different pasts, and different presents, all coming together into one school, either willingly, or unwillingly. healing old wounds, or finding something to do in a passionless life, purpose washed away by the rain.

either way, whether you stay to read, or not, i won't hold it against you. but please, the rain must be getting stronger, why don't you come inside for a bit to dry off?

Notes:

this is a rather odd fic, these are all my OCs, and this story is an AU of them. so essentially, this story is a fanfic of a non-existent story, and due to them being "non-canon", not much character development can happen that effects the "canon". thus, this is technically a character study. this is a freeform, thus the plot may be a little wonky, and i assure you that I am trying to make it better. so please, welcome to my fic.

Chapter 1: a brief intro

Chapter Text

A description of some of the characters because I cannot figure out how to upload images of them.

(Dammit autocorrect why won’t you work)

Sidenote: miji’s non AU form has a spherical glass head and ribbons coming out of her head as well as a large bow that covers the back of her head where the ribbons come out of. As said before, this is an AU of a non-existing story. (still has lore tho)

Miji
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Rather short, with a glass like spherical head and a compact body. Pink, ribbon like tentacles come out when called for, though keeping them hidden often takes a mental strain.
Tired and bored eyes, with mid-back length violet, blue and magenta hair. She holds the ability to glitch 2 swords into her hands out of nothingness.

Often wears her uniform as an on shoulder trench coat and pants. She also tends to wear high boots, though i suppose she has no need to wear them anymore, though?

Is an astral from world Hd-02.

Her backstory is a tale of being the one who saw the possible repercussions to an idea, unable to stop the makers of the idea and eventually watching as her country fell to ruin in a constant blue haze of dripping rain, people getting ripped apart by the tears of the gods above as they watched as their children turned on them.

 

Vincent
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An average-tall man, a charming expression perpetually on his face. Although he does seem a bit energetic at times.
White hair with a singular streak of grey in the midst of it. Likes scarfs, though tends to not wear them during academy hours. Can sense exactly where and what injuries a person has sustained, though isn’t that precise, as of now.

Often wears uniform in a longer thence coat, resembling something you would see in a lab, and pants. Can be seen with a scarf occasionally.

Is a human from technia, (Dv-18.4)

His backstory is one riddled with clients, assassinations and the constant lingering of hatred from leafhaven. Owning a business and keeping it running is difficult, after all?

 

Copper
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A wirey and excitable frame, 2 long pigtails situated high up on her head is framed by a set of cat ears bolted down by nails, hidden deep in her hair. Coppery hair floats in the air, held up by a manner of floating metal bands that surround the knee-length hair. Bright, slit eyes that are almost always excited and almost manic, with a bright grin that seems to be always celebrating a silent victory.

Wears an off shoulder Cut off T-shirt with one side the sleek cut down to a few inches wide. A set of plague doctor goggles rests on her forehead as a copper monocol rests on her right eye. A skirt that seems to be 2 sheets of mismatched sturdy fabric is bolted together, with a flowy sleeve attached to one of her arms as well.

Her academic uniform is quite different, a vest and a short skirt in the signature colors of a rich, sanguine red and gold embroidery, with a white dress shirt and skirt as well.
She holds the ability to control metal.

Is a human from technia (Dv-18.4) moved to elementia (Dk-12)

Her backstory is one of a ubrupt uprooting, forced into the outskirts of the plaza, a place where crime was rampant if not in the safe zones, before leaving it all behind to settle for a violent, yet peaceful job training and honing a god-given ability to the best of her power.

 

Jade
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Tall and elegant form, a rather smug yet graceful expression on her face at all times. She has faded green hair, with the tips of her hair being slightly translucent. The front of her hair is a shade darker than the rest, and she has a streak of dark green hair that stands out form the rest.
She wears a black eye patch as well.

She wears a short jacket, both inside the academy and out. She wears pants as well as a series of metal bands and jewelry, most notably of which is a band around her neck that almost seems to slowly swirl around if you look close enough.
She holds the ability to control metal.

Is a human from technia (Dv-18.4) moves around to multiple worlds, visits elementia (Dk-12) most.

Her backstory is one of hard times, the tragedy of a single bad attempt and a life formed of honing god-given skill to absolute perfection, carrying out orders given by clients and living with the constant gleam of the pride accumulated by so many successful missions.

 

Emiliano (verdantez)
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An average-tall male, with long white-red hair down to his waist, a stance that is not confident nor shy. Seems to have an almost faraway look, as if in a constant state of disassociation except for when something intrigues him.

Wears some form of formal wear when outside of academy, often a blouse and a vest. usually wears warm toned colors.

during academy, wears a buttoned up trench coat with hair tied up in a high ponytail, neat and tidy.

from Jn-03, comes from country 6

his backstory is one surrounded by strict words, payments, and the sound of guns as well as the occasional smell of fine wine being hauled into carriers. it's a life surrounded by harsh touches, and the occasional bruises that seemed to stop only when the cherished sister arrived.