Venice R. Mikaelo
Venice waited for the lesson to begin patiently, his eyes staring straight ahead of him at nothing in particular. Considering Liuena Academy wasn't ordinary as the class started to fill up with other Magni and their demons, many things were happening all at once besides plain bicker and chatter amongst peers. Venice had been studying at this school for only a year. It had been his first year in a school environment entirely but by now, it was just daily routine setting in. Despite all the magic surrounding him, he was closed off in his own world and didn't react to any of it as he stared on with eyes focused forward. Unlike the other students who had already started exhibiting their elements before the class even began, Venice was modest and did no such thing. In fact, it wouldn't be a surprise if nobody knew what his element was despite the fact he had been attending for a year. He had no friends to speak of or to, and he wasn't sure of the chances of other students observing him when the time came to demonstrate those powers for class exercises.
But perhaps it wasn't just modesty, but a level of insecurity in his ability to control those powers. He preferred to practice alone and out of sight but was certain that even if he did master an area of potential or unlock some new ability, he'd still be keeping it to himself or in a close circle of trusted allies if he should make any. He saw no point in being boastful or attracting attention, as he was just another Magni trying to get by. His belief was that being a Magni didn't make a person special, even if their Magni powers were exceedingly powerful compared to the rest. What made a Magni special in Venice's eyes, was how one chose to use their powers.
Tough situations call for tough choices and it is the choices that one makes, that reveal who that person really is.
Venice recited to himself, a quote he came up with one day while absorbed in a novel about 2 childhood friends. It was a tragic story where after friendship, followed betrayal because one of the friends sought out the discovery of a new power even at the cost of his best friend's life. It had been a long time since he had read that book but the fair amount of time he had right now to himself in contrary to the rest of the class socialising in groups and pairings, made him remember.
Never understood why one would allow themselves the luxury of friendship and letting their guard down, to reach their own demise..
Venice was pulled out of his thoughts by the familiar sound of Jenkin's laughter. Turning his head to view what was going on in regards to his demon, Jenkins was found to be seated in the same spot but facing another demon (Luciana) to the likes of which Venice hadn't seen before. It wore a white mask, with a missing nose which was what stood out most to Venice as a distinct feature. He compared it to the idea of a walking shadow, only with a mask on to show a face. It was rather ironic, wearing a mask to show a face.
That's a new one.
Venice thought, allowing Jenkins room to converse or so he assumed it was demon conversing. It was difficult to tell since neither of the pair of demons were even opening their mouths, save a few laughs from his demon. Jenkins appeared to only be nodding and laughing a little bit now and then but Venice was sure the demon child was having a spectacular time. He had known Jenkins for long enough to read his emotions, even though Jenkins was more uptight and formal compared to other demons at that young age of 10 that Venice had encountered thus far.
It was then that Venice felt a bit of pressure applied at his right shoulder and turned his attention away from the demons over to whatever was responsible. It turned out to be a poke from the girl (Aberdeen) seated next to him which was odd. Venice couldn't recall the last time someone ever poked him, if ever. Classes normally went on with nobody bothering him, but it was a welcome change of pace.
"Hi."
A greeting was even more rare and it made him start to wonder if he did anything wrong to bring it about, considering it was an unusual situation.
"Hello."
Venice greeted back politely but with a tone that lacked emotion. His eyes naturally looked over her facial features since prior he had only managed a side glance without staring too much. She appeared younger than him, and he did not recognise her from last year's classes or maybe he had just missed her? He wasn't the most observant of the lot. Venice felt a pair of someone else's eyes on him and turned for a brief second to realise it was just Jenkins. Jenkins was probably eager to see how Venice would even handle a conversation should one ensue after the small tap on the shoulder.
"May I be of assistance? or have I inconvenienced you?"
Venice inquired. Thinking further on what he just said, he felt as if Jenkins' conversational skills on asking questions all the time was beginning to rub off on him.
Like demon, like Magni.
But perhaps it wasn't just modesty, but a level of insecurity in his ability to control those powers. He preferred to practice alone and out of sight but was certain that even if he did master an area of potential or unlock some new ability, he'd still be keeping it to himself or in a close circle of trusted allies if he should make any. He saw no point in being boastful or attracting attention, as he was just another Magni trying to get by. His belief was that being a Magni didn't make a person special, even if their Magni powers were exceedingly powerful compared to the rest. What made a Magni special in Venice's eyes, was how one chose to use their powers.
Tough situations call for tough choices and it is the choices that one makes, that reveal who that person really is.
Venice recited to himself, a quote he came up with one day while absorbed in a novel about 2 childhood friends. It was a tragic story where after friendship, followed betrayal because one of the friends sought out the discovery of a new power even at the cost of his best friend's life. It had been a long time since he had read that book but the fair amount of time he had right now to himself in contrary to the rest of the class socialising in groups and pairings, made him remember.
Never understood why one would allow themselves the luxury of friendship and letting their guard down, to reach their own demise..
Venice was pulled out of his thoughts by the familiar sound of Jenkin's laughter. Turning his head to view what was going on in regards to his demon, Jenkins was found to be seated in the same spot but facing another demon (Luciana) to the likes of which Venice hadn't seen before. It wore a white mask, with a missing nose which was what stood out most to Venice as a distinct feature. He compared it to the idea of a walking shadow, only with a mask on to show a face. It was rather ironic, wearing a mask to show a face.
That's a new one.
Venice thought, allowing Jenkins room to converse or so he assumed it was demon conversing. It was difficult to tell since neither of the pair of demons were even opening their mouths, save a few laughs from his demon. Jenkins appeared to only be nodding and laughing a little bit now and then but Venice was sure the demon child was having a spectacular time. He had known Jenkins for long enough to read his emotions, even though Jenkins was more uptight and formal compared to other demons at that young age of 10 that Venice had encountered thus far.
It was then that Venice felt a bit of pressure applied at his right shoulder and turned his attention away from the demons over to whatever was responsible. It turned out to be a poke from the girl (Aberdeen) seated next to him which was odd. Venice couldn't recall the last time someone ever poked him, if ever. Classes normally went on with nobody bothering him, but it was a welcome change of pace.
"Hi."
A greeting was even more rare and it made him start to wonder if he did anything wrong to bring it about, considering it was an unusual situation.
"Hello."
Venice greeted back politely but with a tone that lacked emotion. His eyes naturally looked over her facial features since prior he had only managed a side glance without staring too much. She appeared younger than him, and he did not recognise her from last year's classes or maybe he had just missed her? He wasn't the most observant of the lot. Venice felt a pair of someone else's eyes on him and turned for a brief second to realise it was just Jenkins. Jenkins was probably eager to see how Venice would even handle a conversation should one ensue after the small tap on the shoulder.
"May I be of assistance? or have I inconvenienced you?"
Venice inquired. Thinking further on what he just said, he felt as if Jenkins' conversational skills on asking questions all the time was beginning to rub off on him.
Like demon, like Magni.