Azami sat down at a table, in a seat a little farther away from the rest of them. She took off her jacket, black with a red 'X' over a blue bird on the back. Hanging her bag and jacket on the back of her chair, Azami pulled a knife out of her sandal. She reached into her bag and grabbed a small chunk of wood, and started to carve it.
Luna smiled. There were even more people than she thought there would be.
"Y-yeah! Hi! Welcome!" she said. "Uh, welcome to BABB! Here we, uh, fight for the equality of Bat-like beings! There's only… one problem - but don't worry, it's not big. We just need to find a teacher that's willing to be our teacher supervisor so we can be an official club. Uh… Any ideas?"
"We could.. not become an official club." Azami grinned. "Break the rules, but make ourselves noticed. Then, become the best. That's our philosophy, my brothers and I."
"Well, that's one idea" Luna said. "However, if we don't become an official club, we aren't allowed to loiter around the school. Plus we want to show that vampires will be upstanding citizens, not breaking the rules but following them and contributing to society. I don't know how that would work, exactly…"
"Isn't protesting and breaking the rules… how… changes are made?" Azami set down her knife. "Say you wanna change somethin'. It doesn't matter what, just something. Do you follow all the laws and try to do it the right way? Or do you show the authorities that nothing will get in your way?"
He'd start to think about something and He'd bump into someone. "Oh your the new kid! You wanna join my group?" Huh…? He'd return back to reality. "What is it?" He'd ask quietly. "There's a whole list of groups..Here's a list!" The student would shove a paper in his hands and she'd walk away. One thing cought his eyes. BABB. He'd see the door number and walk to the door and knock.
"She's right," Maev said, pointing to the girl carving wood. "If we want to make change, we can't just go along with what the rules say. We'd get nowhere."
"Ah-who's there?" Luna asked. She saw a dragon-like person with blue hair peeking into the room, and she invited them in. She then returned her attention back to Azami.
"Well… honestly, I have no clue - er… what's your name? All I know is that we need to find a way to convince the student council (who controls the border maybe?) to open the gates to vampires so they can come and go as they please. It's very important and necessary for them to be able to earn a living - err.. I mean hypothetically speaking."
"I know this isn't my time to talk but I've got an idea? But it involves a bit of magic…" Worth a try. He'd think. He'd have a whole plan makes out in his head. "Oh and Grayson's the name. What's yours?" He'd look around and see al the other people in the room.
"We could… bribe 'em? Kidnap one of 'em? Kill one of 'em?" Azami picked up her knife again.
"Oh, and the name's Azami D. Centero."
Mitch burst in, apologising furiously. "Sorry!" He darted towards Adrian so he could sit by him, almost slipped halfway but he managed to get there fine. He hair was meesuer than usual and his lip was cut but he didn't give any reason as to why, he just sat down and put his head on the desk.
Maev raised her eyebrows at the mention of magic. "I'm Maev," she said. "And I know a thing or two about magic. And uh, killing. But I swear I've done nothing illegal."
"Um, let's not do the killing thing. I'm Luna, Luna Empire. Sorry I didn't tell you all before. Grayson, what's your idea?" Luna asked, hoping to steer away from the blood-thirsty ideas that the rest of the club had.
"So first..we have to distract the Student Council. Then.. we can show them that they aren't so bad by telliporting them somewere…I've got a place. I have an adopted brother that's a vampire. He has vampire friends. We always hang around. There not bad…" He'd see that he'd talk a lot. He'd stop talking and let them talk "If not any other ideas?"
Mitch lifted his head. "We could sneak a group in, ones that look kinda similar to humans, and pass them off as something else. They have a huge benefit to the community, we reveal they are vampires, and then it could go one of two ways."
Maev thought it was a good idea, but there was a small problem. "Wouldn't that be a bit suspicious? If they just start appearing out of nowhere, people will start wondering."
"You'd be surprised." Mitch nodded. "But anyway, we have two other problems. One, where will we get them past the border? We will have to sneak them in, werewolves have multiple places to get in and out, there are better places for transformation outside and it's less dangerous, but they are usually guarded by werewolves. Two, once we say they are vampires, there are two outcomes. Either, it is accepted by the government, or they get killed/thrown out and we become criminals."
He'd smirk. "I like those odds.." Of course he had a plan. "Leave that to me.. My da-" He'd stop talking saying to much. He'd realize it was after 4:00. "Guys wait here…" He'd spread his wings and flew out of the window, going off school grounds.
Azami watched the boy fly out the window, then turned her head to face the rest of the club. "Anyway, if we become criminals, I don't mind. Seriously, that's kind of why I'm here." She grinned.
"Okay maybe become a criminal isn't too bad for me either. Then I get to stop living with my dad." Mitch admitted.
He'd fly back into school grounds and return to the group. He would hear what Mitch would say and say "You can say that again..I agree.." He'd have S omthing in his hand and shuv it inside his pocket hoping no one saw it.
Her eyes lingered on the boy with wings for a moment as he returned, but then turned away and spoke. "Well, I'd rather not be one. I couldn't spend my life in prison, or live with whatever they'd do to us." Maev looked at Mitch. "I could distract the werewolves. It shouldn't be too hard. One little illusion spell, and I could lure them off." That spell was probably the only one she had ever mastered. She didn't trust her abilities with any other spell, but if she could just conjure something that looked distracting…
"I could freeze 'em in place." Azami held up her hands, her normally tanned skin white with frost. "Maybe stop their hearts. I've had some practice."
"Oh gods, please don't do that," Mitch said, his eyes widening. "I would offer to distract them myself, but I'm too recognizable."
"Damnit, nobody appreciates my talents," Azami sighed. "Just gimme one chance."