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Jason Avalon

Perfect and I expect you to be too.

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a character in “The Marchand School of Sorcery”, as played by shadowhope

Description

Full Name: Jason David Avalon

Nicknames/Aliases: Those closest to him call him Jas or Jase but they are few and far between.

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Primary: Trickery

Student

Secondaries- Shadow-Stepping and Magical Weapon Infusement.


Description: Jason stands slightly tall at 5'11", with brown hair and the traditional icy blue eyes the Avalon line is known for. He is normally seen wearing plain T-shirts of various colors along with a pair of blue jeans.

Personality: Jason is a perfectionist and does his best to do everything perfectly. From having good posture to following all the rules he does his best to uphold his family name. He is also a bit of a hardass as he fully expects others to be held to the same high standards he was held his whole life.


Skills: Jason is highly proficient in trickery arts and infusements, something he has been trained in for years. He is also good with a shortsword and a foil. He also has a few years of martial arts under his belt.

Weaknesses: When Jason battles he does so savagely, taking out his frustration and anger from everyday and channels it into his fighting. These means that in the heat of the moment he can easily lose control. He also has minimum training in shadowstepping, being unable to go more than a few spaces at a time. He is also a horrible liar.


Brief History:
Jason is the next head of the Avalon bloodline set to take the council seat and has the family ability to see through some illusions and lies, however he is not as good at it as his father. With some lies slipping past him.

The Avalon Bloodline has been around since roman times. Their jobs have been advising kings and seeing the falsehoods surrounding court matters. They have also been Court Jesters at times, enchanting nobles and kings with their illusions and stories.

When the Magic Council was formed the Avalon took the position of magical advisers and judges on the council. Giving their advice on grave and important matters and settling disputes across the magical world. Their name and word is law and known to be just and true. This trust has allowed the family to hold and pass on forbidden knowledge and spells throughout the ages.

Born at the start of the war Jason and his birth mother were spared of the fighting, and raised in retaliative peace. However after the war things got complicated, as he was bounced between his birth mother and birth farther as had both remarried to others. To help with this Jason was bounced around spending 6 months with each so he would be properly trained and prepared by both families.



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So begins...

Jason Avalon's Story

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Jason was in the vehicle with the others, ear buds in his ears as he leaned against the side of vehicle sleeping peacefully. The long drive from across the country That is until the bump woke him up, with a start he looked at the bus driver with a glare. As the bus driver declared that this was "the last bump" Jason nodded, after all this time the man was telling the truth.

As the bus came to a stop he reached out holding the seat with one hand and the young girl next to him with another. With a sigh of relief he got off the vehicle glad to be rid of it and headed to help remove the group's luggage. Insuring that his own bags were handled correctly in the process.

Pulling his two large bags was easy as he headed to sign himself in, ignoring the chance to look at the building. After all he had things to do and places to be, with being late to any of those unacceptable. Signing his name in cursive he nodded politely at the bored woman, taking his papers in hand with a simple word of thanks.

He had to admit the welcome students banner was a nice touch as he entered the Cafeteria. With a nod to those around him he dropped off his bags and papers at nearby empty table. Heading towards the line after grabbing some cereal and fruits. Eating in peace and quiet as he studied the papers trying to get a good feel for his new home.

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Tessa sat on the inside seat playing on a table as the bus moved on. There were so many big names with her on the little bus, she had spent many hours secretly studying them to recall exactly what bloodline they came from. As the big bump threw her out of her thoughts and made her lose the game she let out a french curse many of the other students doing the same. She was thankful as the older boy next to her saved her from flying out of her seat as the bus came to a halt.

As the door flew open she rushed out of the vehicle "Oh sweet relief freedom!" with a grin she moved around stretching her legs. Pausing as she waited for her pink and french flag hard-case luggage to be unloaded Tessa couldn't help but be in awe at the huge building. "Woah this place is huge!" With a smile she bounced up in down skipping into the place before she realized she had no clue where to go. That is until she spotted other students heading to the office.

Following the crowd she enthusiastically signed her name and grabbed the papers crinkling them a bit as she moved to catch up with the two in front of her.

The sweet smell of pancakes filled her nostrils as she entered the cafeteria. After dropping her luggage and crinkled papers off a the table currently occupied by Dawn she piratically ran for the sweet treats. Having spent hours flying from France, to riding the bus had left her starving. Placing her sweet treat onto the table she smiled at the girl in front of her. Her hunger forgotten over the excitement of talking to and meeting new people.

"Hi I'm Tessa, it is so nice to meet you! We were on the bus together and I didn't get a chance to talk to you earlier." Glancing at the papers with a slight frown she motioned to them. "Uh have you been able to read some of these things, this map is super confusing?"

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The thump-bump of the bus solicited a surprised squeak from Mitch, and a far less identifiable noise (though it probably fell somewhere between an owl’s screech and crane’s whoop) from the covered cage occupying the seat beside her.

Aside from occasionally poking a piece of jerky it under the cage cover, or adjusting the volume on her MP3 player, the mousy-haired young woman had stayed nearly stock-still for the entire trip. Her eyes were obscured by dark glasses to protect them from the changing light of the road, but her gaze remained forward.

A collapsible white cane sat folded in her lap.

It had been a rather long and more than slightly stressful journey for both Mitch and her caged companion: Between boarding planes and dealing with incompetent airport staff, navigating less than accommodating bus services, and portaling her friend in and out of existence to clear TSA, it had been emotionally and physically exhausting.

So, when the bus lurched to a final stop and the sound of her peers beginning to disembark sounded around her, Mitch was more than elated.

She turned herself further into the seat as the others began grabbing their things from the overhead bins and jostling on their way out, opting to instead change out her sunglasses for a much (much, much) thicker pair of readers, withdraw her tablet, and connect to the school’s Wi-Fi while the others shoved in a hurry to reach the same destination in a relatively similar amount of time.

When the bus was empty, she stood, tucked her readers and tablet into her pocket, unfolded her cane, slung her backpack over her shoulders, and then lifted the cage with her free hand. Arrangements had been made to have her things delivered to her room.

“Thank you,” she said in the general direction of the driver, her voice soft and her smile softer. She swept the ground with the deftness of someone who had done this for ten years as she disembarked down the bus steps and headed up the crunchy gravel drive to the school entrance. The sound of voices booming against increasingly echoing corridors was not hard to follow, though she kept a reasonable distance back until she finally came to stand in what must have been some kind of office.

“I’m looking for registration?” she announced, piping up over some of the noise, staring in no clear direction as the cage gave another disgruntled chirp.

Someone touched her arm, and she startled a good bit more than she had at any of the bus’s bumps.

“Are you Leila Ingram?” said a woman’s voice, dry and disinterested.

Mitch nodded.“Yeah,”she replied, dipping her shoulder away from the unsolicited touch, but turning to face the woman who had spoken. “And it’s Just Mitch.”

“Alright, Miss Ingram,” said the woman, taking Mitch’s arm and guiding her toward what Mitch assumed was the desk. The girl resisted the urge to scowl at the way she was being dragged around through unknown space faster than she could sweep, but made no effort to correct the woman as she kept talking. “I’ve got some forms you need to sign. And an extra in regard to your exception to our familiar policy.”

Mitch stared ahead, and set the cage down at her feet. “Okay.”

“I need you to sign this.”

Mitch blinked, waiting a full five seconds to see if she would be grabbed without permission once again, before patting around for the pen, finding the paper, and signing randomly on each of them without paying any heed.

It would not have been hard to take out her readers, but this woman seemed to likely think she was too incapable for that. “Are we done? Can I let out my guide?”

The woman did not reply.

Mitch nodded, assuming the woman had probably also nodded. And if not, she was being kind of a bitch by not responding. Too tired to care much either way, Mitch then proceeded to crouch in front of the desk and open the door to the cage,

Like a bug crawling out from under a cup, her companion burst out, taking first to a wobbly flight that made a nearby student scream, and then settling down upon Mitch’s shoulders with all six of its legs, frond-antennae twitching as its head swiveled and its four shiny eyes darted about to take in the surroundings.

The cold body of the thing’s carapace-covered belly rested against Mitch’s body, and she could feel a low rattle-hiss-purr vibrate against her back.

“Hi Apple,” she crooned, and a genuine, wide smile spread across her face. She reached to scratch “Apple’s” purple furred back, and then turned to kiss his cheek before he scuttled back down to her feet.

She had taken the initiative to put him in his work harness before boarding her plane in London, in case anyone didn’t know that he was a “Service Animal! Do not pet!”

“Oh, hi. Hi little muffin. I know. I know,” Mitch carried on, folding up the crate cage and tucking it into her pack even as several other students passed by with noises of alarm or surprise. “Hi, fluff bucket. C’mon, now.”

She straightened, cane and cage both gone now, and took hold of the handle on Apple’s back. “Follow,” she ordered, and the pair moved into step behind the crowd making its way toward something that smelled like pancakes.

With the help of audio cues and her trusted sidekick, she managed to navigate the buffet line and acquire a plate full of something edible, and then proceeded back toward the tables with a bit of trepidation. People were not her forte- At least not people her own age or those who she didn't already know. Regardless, her options were limited. There was no sitting alone.

She stepped toward one that sounded (maybe?) less crowded, and offered a warm smile in what seemed like the right direction. “Is this seat open?” she asked, though her voice was much softer than she had intended.

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  1. This was a really pleasant read. I especially liked the "Nope not my problem." Use of Shadow step was also nice to see!

    by TerrorFloof

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'So it begins.'

Professor Oren Kovalenko, an angular figure with dark hair and a long blue coat, watched the numerous new students filing in, passing through the front office and signing off on forms with a sceptical eye. Well, one eye was on the throngs of their new intake, the other was on her phone where she was busy informing any staff members that were not already aware that the first large bus had pulled up and the place was beginning to fill up.

And she didn't expect a group of young mages to maintain any standard of behaviour for very long.

Especially not ones that were more often than not rich, privileged, sheltered, and had never been taught how to properly behave.

Speaking of that-

Norwegian shouting from the entranceway. Oh christ.
From where she was standing Oren could make out three figures at least a head taller than most of the people filtering around them. A woman in he late thirties with long, grey-flecked ginger hair and a crimson coat on, and a hulking man with a beard you could lose a family pet in, both hugging and saying their goodbyes to a third figure. Younger, but still with nearly a foot of height on the Professor, with a mop of red-orange hair and a voice with a strong nordic accent that was carrying over near enough everyone else's together.

Norrevinters.
No mistaking those.

With one deft movement Miss Kovalenko stepped back into the shadow of one of the hall's pillars, and melted into the darkness without a word.

Somebody else could handle Ren's spawn and the ginger storm. She'd see to making sure no-one had started killing each other in the dining hall.

As it was some students had started eating, or introducing themselves. Oren materialized out from behind the door, quite alarming several students who'd been lines up there, and proceeded to check over the status of things.




Over to one side of the cafeteria, on an otherwise yet unoccupied table, a small figure was slumped over the the surface, next to what was now the degenerated milky sludge of a bowl of cereal left uneaten beyond its time, and something that long ago ceased to be a hot drink.

Her long, rather untidy-looking red hair was spread across the table like seaweed, and she was wearing a blue sweater lined with knitted purple cat faces, the phrase 'Have a Mice Day' inset into the back and front. It was at least two sizes too big and luridly coloured enough that the student was clashing with the furnishings.

Professor K came to a halt behind the student, regarding the girl with her look of pitiless reptilian distaste before finally speaking up.

"Are we boring you already, Kingsley?"

The redhead awoke with a start, knocking her bowl astray with one hand and splattering the fortified mud across the surface.

The Professor remained perfectly stationary whilst one of her charges scrambled, blinking, to try and both stem the flow of milk from the upturned bowl, and address her at the same time.

"Oh..no! No Professor! I was just um...is it breakfast time?"
Apparently only just realising how many others had entered the cafeteria, the student known as 'Kingsley' looked over to the table across, giving a rather sheepish smile.

Kovalenko's expression however was her usual weary mask of disapproval.
"Well Kingsley that is what everyone else is doing, if you would like to try and catch up with the timetable, I think it would probably be beneficial for you. And please try and avoid wasting food in the future."

"Y-yes Professor..." the girl hastily responded, pale cheek reddening a little as the watched the aquamancer turn and walk off down the row.
"...so that's the year off to a good start..."

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs
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Jesse sat in the back of the bus as it chugged up to the school. Her peers were chatting in front of her, but she mostly kept to herself. Some had animals with them in cages, some of which looked intently in her direction. She tried not to draw attention to it though. She knew these people would be like every other person she had encountered. She would most certainly be ostracized if they knew about animals' affinity towards her.

She was the last one off the bus, purposefully of course. She took in the surroundings. The school was definitely unique. She read the sign: Marchand School of Sorcery. Was she in the wrong place? She knew the school was called Marchand, but the only place she had heard of sorcery was in storybooks. Everyone was filing into the cafeteria, though, so if she was to ask someone about it, she would have to go there. She took a deep breath, and followed her fellow students into the building. She looked around. Many places had already been taken. There seemed to be a nice place in the corner away from most people, except one girl who seemed confused. She supposed one person was better than being surrounded by them, so she went over to that table and quietly sat down.

She took some pancakes awkwardly, before saying, sheepishly, "Hi, I'm Jesse," and extending out a hand.

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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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  1. Avalon's are good creatures.

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Tessa grinned at Desdemona motioning her to join the now growing table of girls. "Sure you are welcome to sit here we were just making introductions!" The excitement was reaching full force as she continued. "Oh where are my manners! I'm Tessa Botrelle member of the French Defender Line."

She fidgeted in the seat as she waited for customary pause. Tradition be dammed she just wanted to talk to everyone. It wasn't like she needed to be introduced to half the people in the room. Most of the magical world knew these kids and bloodlines, but she doubted they knew her bloodline. Or at least the bloodline that officially claimed her anyways.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a blind girl, probably from the Dressler's known for their horrible eye problems. The creepy familiar playing seeing eye dog cemented that assumption. However the boy sitting next to her was a mystery, probably some minor foreign bloodline like her own.

Oh pause time was over, she needed to focus. "It is very nice to meet you both! Are you excited for the upcoming school year?"

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Jason sat up straight at his solo table his eyes scanning the room taking time to study each of his fellow students. As he watched Helena sleep through half of breakfast and wearing that horrendous sweater he frowned. Making sure to catch the other student's eyes and give her a disapproving gaze.

As he stood up cleaning up his small mess from breakfast he glanced out the door. The Norwegian giants were hard to miss as was the super close collision between the Noriventers and Sterlings that had just been avoided.

Deciding that leaving right now was not the best idea as he had no authority over the older individuals involved currently, he instead surveyed his fellow students. Trying to figure out which ones were the most disciplined out of the bunch. With a frown he found no one up to his admittedly high but fair standards.

So it was time to fall back onto plan B, keep Larke playboy Sterling away from the girls.

Putting on his best smile he waiting planning on motioning the other boy over once he walked through the door.

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Derrick's phone buzzed as he worked, putting up the finishing touches on the boy's dorm. Each door with a beautiful fabric embroidered with each inhabitant's family crest, denoting the residents who lived inside the various rooms. Tracking down each bloodline's crest had been a challenge but Derrick had been able to do it. Barely making it in time judging by the buzzing of his phone.

With a sigh he stopped admiring his work and turned to look at his phone. After doing a double take he whistled putting his phone back and deciding he would pretend to not have seen it, after all the amount he wanted to be in the middle of a blood feud was 0 out of 10.

With a hum he continued to work making sure informative signs were posted about the dorm. Ones taking about CPR, Poison Controls Number, a school schedule complete with a map, and of course instructions on how to put out fires were littered about the hallway.

As he looked over his handwork Derrick realized he had forgotten two things, the instructions on how to use the laundry machine and microwave. With a shake of his head at his own negligence he went to the teachers lounge hoping to print out the signs before anyone noticed. Or blew up the microwave and flooded the laundry room.

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What happened to your hand?
Jesse asked, staring at the blue bandage as she took the girl's hand and shook it. Her sweater was a bit too bright in color for her tastes, but she loved cats, and the pun on the front and back was cute. However, the girl still seemed disoriented in general. Her hair was unkempt and her nail polish was rubbing off, and she was looking sheepishly off to the side where a boy was staring intently at her disapprovingly.

What the heck is up with him?
she asked, staring and pointing at the obviously disapproving boy. While Helena looked confused and it was obviously a cause of concern for her, there was no reason to be condescending about it. She hated it when people judged.

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith
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The tall, red-haired teenager started paying a little more attention to the proceedings when the prospect of combat class came up, and suddenly became rather more animated when addressed by Maeve.

"Can't wait for the combat." she stated with a grin that made it quite clear she'd inherited everything about the Norrevinter attitude to fighting that was stereotyped.

" Are we gonna use any swords? Uncle Erik got me a zweihander and I can take the head off a reindeer in one swing. " she beamed with pride, before getting a look from her uncle, pausing for a moment, then revising her statement.
"The reindeer was already dead and hung from a yew tree. By its feet. For the Vanir."

This was apparently enough to make decapitating ungulates with swords see acceptable to the rest of the family.

Hilda interjected.
"It's going to be her first extended stay away from Vollr so...it's going to be quite the learning experience."

It certainly was in that sense. The Norrevinter's island of Vollr, somewhere between the coast of Norway and Svalbard had been practically stuck in pre-christian Europe. A place where animal sacrifice, aesir worship and mead brewing were commonplace. (Though the last one might have been something to do with the Sterlings' trade embargo with Vollr for the past few centuries.)

Moving to another country was always likely to be a culture shop. Moving from an island of pagan norsemen wherin you were raised as practically a princess of your own tiny kingdom it was, perhaps, likely to be a little bit more of a stark contrast. As the two elders started handing over her things and saying their goodbyes it was increasingly clear that not a lot had changed between generations.




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"My hand?" Helena asked, glancing over at it.
"Oh...was putting on nail varnish and got sorta distracted. Heh. It happens."

The young woman was quite blase about the bandage. Then again, she was hardly the first when blood magic was a fairly common practice among secondary crafts.

"Oh, it's fine...Professor Kove..Kova...Professor K just told me off for sleeping in the cafeteria so...probably something to do with that." she explained, in regards to the reaction to Jason. It was, at least better than being stared down by the Aquamancy head. The hungarian woman's glare could probably turn small animals to stone.

Helena smiled and rose to her feet, deciding she should probably make some effort to replace her cereal before it was completely depleted, and before she inadvertently attracted the ire of anyone else.

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Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon
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Jason's eyes narrowed and turned disapproving as he watched Larke walk past straight him to the nearest girl. "Vulture" he muttered under his breath. Even so it was his responsibility to protect Larke from himself and the girl from Larke.

With a sigh he got up, walking over to the two with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Hello Larke it has been awhile, how have you been?"

Then his icy blue eyes turned towards Jasper as he studied the drawing girl. "Oh forgive me for not introducing myself, my name is Jason Avalon. I caught that your name was Jasper Monroe, you are from a Trickster bloodline right?" He gave his best charming smile towards the girl, one that still didn't reach his eyes. "I'm hoping you are, because it would be wonderful to share a class with a talented artist such as yourself."

He turned to look at Larke and in doing so he saw a tall red headed figure out of the corner of his eye. Jason's smile turned into a smug grin as he took a step back and started the mental countdown. As he readied himself to evacuation himself and Jasper out of the way of the upcoming train crash. Normally he would have warned Larke and yelled at Kora for her childish actions but the bastard known as Sterling had ignored him, so it served him right. Also he could voice his disapproval after they were booth sprawled out on the floor.

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Adelaide Monroe

“You on the other hand. If you’re looking for people who appreciate your stunt of tricking, demeaning, and putting someone down just so you can try and make an impression. You’re at the wrong table.”

Adelaide was taken aback by the way the students talked to their teachers. She thought she had obviously picked the wrong table. She felt a sudden rush of displeasure and irritation at herself. She had been too absorbed in the idea of making a friend that she had stupidly missed the obvious 'spilled milk' situation. She frowned as she watched the boy who spoke. He obviously did not want her to join the table, if only because they where already too full. She realized with an internal sigh that he must be an introvert like herself. She was about to turn away when the boy spoke again.

“Good-Bye. Professor. You’re taking up Adelaide’s seat." was added additional dismissive and unwelcoming tone. Adelaide raised her eyebrows in shock. Again she did not know the whole situation but the amount of disrespect displeased her.

The boy signaled her and said:
“That spot’s free.” as he pointed at the professor. Blood drained from her face and she froze in shock before taking a fearful step back. There was no way she was going to get involved with this mutiny without more information. With her step back she bumped into someone and let out a squeak of surprise.




Ezra Eleanor Josephs

Ezra took one look at the table at the far end where her fellow co worker Professor Oliver sat with a large group of students, and felt trouble brewing. She approached the table with a smile, and in less than a minute someone back into her. It caught her off guard and she lost her balance. She twisted in an attempt to keep the student on her feet, and to not hurt herself, however she fell with a less than graceful thump. She felt her ankle burn and she realized she must have twisted it on the way down.

"Oh dear" She said with a small frown as she blushed. How was she supposed to make an imposing impression as a professor from her rear end on the floor.




Adelaide Monroe

Adelaide turned quickly to face the woman she had bumped into and floundered to apologize.

"OOH My goodness I am so sorry. Please accept my apologies i am such a klutz." She said waiving her hands as if to ward off any aggressive advances despite the lack of a reaction so far.




Ezra Eleanor Josephs

Ezra took a moment to attempt to get to her feet. Her ankle burned and throbbed as she straightened her dress.

"No worries...Professor Oliver would you mind assisting me to my office, I'm in desperate need of some peace to heal what appears to be a sprained ankle." Ezra said with a small smile, but suddenly he was up and gone. She frowned and hobbled after him.

"Professor? Is everything alright?" She asked with a frown.




Adelaide Monroe

"Oh..." Adelaide said as she watched the woman get to her feet. She pulled herself together and slunk towards her sister. She wasn't used to being in any sort situation where she was the center of attention. Her sister was the extrovert, and she...well she was someone who stayed in the shadows.




Jasper Monroe

"Hello Larke it has been awhile, how have you been? Oh forgive me for not introducing myself, my name is Jason Avalon. I caught that your name was Jasper Monroe, you are from a Trickster bloodline right? I'm hoping you are, because it would be wonderful to share a class with a talented artist such as yourself." said a newcomer to her table. She smiled in his direction as she studied him. Tall, dark hair, and attractive enough. What was it with this school, was every guy a supermodel to be? And since when did they talk to her? Was it her perfume? She was half tempted to sniff herself to check. She gave herself an internal shake and nodded to the newcomer Jason.

"Hello Jason, my specialty is indeed trickery, its a pleasure to meet you" She said as she grinned. This was the second time someone had complemented her work. It made her a little uncomfortable, if only she didn't like to share her work. She glanced up just in time to see her sister cause a commotion then practically run towards her. She grinned and waived at her.

"Oh dear lord Adelaide what have you started now?" Jasper asked with a wicked grin.

"I didn't...i mean...i just..." Adelaide started then realized there where two different boys standing at the table.

"Oh...hello my name is Adelaide Monroe....pleasure to meet you" She said with a sheepish smile.

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Larke raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing Jasper’s deal, and he broke into a light laugh at the unexpected boldness. His gaze fell down to the table, and he ran a hand over the nape of his neck as he turned the deal over in his mind. ”You drive a hard bargain, Miss Monroe,” he said, and sighed, “But you haven’t really left me much of a ch—

And he was interrupted by Derrick Goddamn Avalon’s kid.

“Jason!” he greeted with a warm grin, not missing a beat. “Been quite a while! Not since… What was it, the Yule Council dinner?” He leaned back a bit, but with his body still turned in toward Jasper, before continuing. “I’d make an introduction, but you’ve already seen to it, Jason. Our families do work together on the Council, you see," he explained to Jasper, "so we’ve seen quite a bit of one another. And I heard his father is going to be teaching, if I’m not mistaken..?”

Before there was time to continue that train of thought, yet another lovely (though notably more flustered) young lady showed up at the table.

Another Monroe, apparently.

He shook his head and smiled at her stammering response to her sister, craning his neck to see the harried situation left in her wake. ”Oh, I wouldn’t worry about starting trouble, now. Nothing wrong with a bit of good natured mischief amongst mages, is there?"” he replied, standing out of courtesy for their new guest, and extending a hand to shake. “I'm Larke Sterling. And it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Adelaide. Would be safe to assume a family tie between you two?” he asked in a joking tone, casting his glance back toward Jasper.

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"Oh yes it was at the Yule Council Dinner so long ago." His plastered on smile continued as small talk, nodding when appropriate. "Yes my father will be teaching History and Magical Weapon infusement, one of our families many specialties after all."

As Adelaide approached the table his icy blue eyes zeroed in on the newcomer. Glancing at the table she indicating was causing trouble before turning back to Adelaide. "You do not seem like the type to cause trouble. So I'm sure it was a misunderstanding after all who would cause an issue on the first day of school." Speaking of who would do such a thing, he watched the doorway out of the corner of his eyes.

As Kora finally notice Larke, Jason was prepared as he grabbed Jasper and Adelaide pulling them out of the way before the crazed girl could push them over. Trying to hide the smug smile that graced his lips as yogurt was unceremoniously dumped on Larke's head he instead went into a disapproving look.

"Hello Kora, so nice to finally meet you, I'm Jason Avalon." He paused making sure the name sunk into her mind before continuing." I suggest you may want to get off of Larke unless you want rumors to fly. " He paused shaking his head. "That is also no way to talk to a follow student who does indeed have as much right to be here as you do."

Jason did the best to hide a smile at the next part however a hint managed to shine through his disapproving look. "Also we tend not to like wasting food in this country. Or is it custom to dump yogurt on heads where you come from?" With a sigh he moved towards Larke and Kora offering a hand to either party that wanted it.

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Larke was not aware he was going to be body slammed by a small ginger bear until he heard her scream, and by then had approximately zero seconds to react to the incoming threat. He was slammed forward onto the table with an unceremonious ”Hrng! as the air was knocked from his lungs.

It was a miracle he managed to land with his hands down first, saving his nose from being smashed against the surface in front of him. He felt Kora’s knee land squarely between his shoulder blades, precisely in the right (or, rather, the wrong place) to elicit an uncomfortable crack from his spine. He cringed, managing not to yell out—

And then something was dumped on his head.

He could feel something cold, moist and drippy trickling down from the pile atop his hair, running in a little stream down to the back of his neck in one direction, and to the front of his hairline in the other. A small dollop of yogurt dripped down to settle precisely on the tip of his nose.

His mouth folded into a tight line, choosing to accept this fate rather than to explore the alternative of struggling against the inbred ursine fire-Amazon. There were worst things to have running down one's nose than yogurt.

”Good morning to you too, Miss Norrevinter,” he said, grimacing up from where he was being held, ”It’s good to see that you’re upholding the family reputation."

And then, breaking into the good-natured smile of a man who was very much not squashed against a table of breakfast foods by a woman four inches taller than him, he added, ”Though, I have to say it’s a bit early for all of this, no? And ah… No need to worry, Avalon, Sisters Monroe. This is the customary greeting of her clan. Very tactful people. She doesn’t actually mean me any harm... No need to start a commotion, or trade sanctions, or anything like that, right?”

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Adelaide Monroe & Jasper Monroe

"You've gt a lot of nerve even showing your face here you trash piece of Sterling scum! Nobody dishonours my family and gets away with it! That goes for you AND your whole brood of lecherous bastards!" A girl screamed taking Jasper off guard. She hurdled herself towards Larke, taking him down in one swift move.

Jasper and Adelaide where yanked aside by Jason who was attempting to save them from being demolished by the young woman. Yogurt and granola flew with abandon, and normally Jasper would have found it slightly hilarious but in this case she was horrified.

”Good morning to you too, Miss Norrevinter, It’s good to see that you’re upholding the family reputation. Though, I have to say it’s a bit early for all of this, no? And ah… No need to worry, Avalon, Sisters Monroe. This is the customary greeting of her clan. Very tactful people. She doesn’t actually mean me any harm... No need to start a commotion, or trade sanctions, or anything like that, right?” Larke said in a good natured tone, but Jasper had suddenly lost her sense of humor.

Adelaide felt the change in her sister. Suddenly she was stiff and her eyes where glued to the table. Adelaide looked at the table unsure what had gotten her sister so...furious....and then she saw it. Amidst the chaos and splattered with yogurt was Jaspers sketch book.

Jasper took a deep breath and elbowed her way away from Jason. She took a step towards the large girl, her mind abuzz with agitation.

"You, Neanderthal on top of Larke, what are you ten? You childish, immature...ugh! You are proof that evolution CAN go in reverse! We all sprang from apes, but you didn't spring far enough!" She said fuming. Adelaide watched in awe as her sister let the Amazonion have it verbally.

"I dont care what he's done to you, this is a school and i guess your bloodline wasn't taught manners? It's kinda sad watching you attempt to fit your entire vocabulary into a sentence, so dont bother replying. Just know this, you had one enemy with Larke, Now you have three you crazy, sad, little girl. I can't imagine what qualities you may have that would compensate for your behavior in public...go back where-ever you came from you are depriving some poor village of its idiot." Jasper said as he picked up her sketchbook and shook it off, making sure it splattered the girl.

Adelaide was in shock at her sisters fury, though she supposed she understood. That sketchbook was from their long passed mother and if anyone took a moment to look in the front, not only was there an inscription from their mother but also a sketch of the three of them together.

"Jasper, go calm down." Adelaide said with a sigh as she tugged on her sisters arm. She knew it was unlikely to happen but she hoped. Jasper was ready to get physical and she was unsure she could stop her if things got out of hand.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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During the continuation of the exchange with the teacher, Desi had tuned half out, dropped the crumpled napkin, and pulled out her cellphone to text her dad. She looked back up to see Adelaide backpedaling away rapidly as Skylar left and wrinkled her nose.

“What was up with that?” she gestured towards the teacher, who was now assisting an adult female that Desi assumed to be another professor. “And that too.” She waved over to the girl who’d decide to run away from them, and was now joining a twin as well as the Avalon and Sterling heirs at a table.

“Anyway…” she waited as Tessa reassured Dawn and went off for strawberry milk, then bounced back to the introductions, “as I was saying, I’m Desdemona Moore.” She waited for the pause, wondered if anyone knew Damien Moore was teaching, and allowed for the connection to Beswick to be hopefully noted (it would grant her at least part of the “old line” immunity). She amused herself with wondering if anyone would think of Cremonet. Her peers were probably too young to care at the time that it was news…

“I’m really excited to be here, actually. Like, this isn’t what mages normally do at all. I mean, normally it’s all family and private tutors, and the only time you get to hang out is at the fancy occasions and like, nothing wrong with those but I wouldn’t really call it hanging out either, you know? So when I heard about this school I was like - OH MY GOD, TESSA!”

That had not been what Desi had said about Marchand upon first learning of it, not at all, However, the third girl at their table had been bowled over by what Desi was guessing to be a Norrevinter charging towards the Sterling she’d noted earlier. The blond quickly got out of her seat to check on Tessa, while keeping her eyes on the commotion and snickering at the use of yoghurt as a weapon.

Then the twin of the girl who might have sat with them was standing and shouting insults and Desi gaped. “Is she stupid or just suicidal?” she murmured to her companions, eyes widening. Not even speaking of status… there was a good foot or more of difference between the two girls.

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Having emptied some yoghurt, orange juice, and some of a bowl of cereal onto her current captive, only to find his flow of conversation more or less unbroken, Kora had gotten bored of the breakfast food onslaught.

She could almost respect his ability to handle himself under pressure.
If he were not a Sterling and therefore automatically awful.

"It isn't a waste Mr Avalon." she remarked, having noted the disapproval of the other council heir closeby. The one she didn't have a centuries old vendetta toward.
"I'm using it! And rumors would have to stretch the truth so much to try and make this suggestive they might as well have made it up to start with. Hm...is this any better?"

She dragged Larke forwards and threw back into a sitting position on his back, legs hung idly over the edge.
The fire manipulator extended one large hand, grabbed some kind of sugary pastry from an undisturbed tray and bit into it.
"Is there anything left to sanction?" she asked between bites, looking down at the guy she was currently using as a seat.
"I'd love to watch your whoremonger relatives trying to work out something you haven't put an embargo on. You know how long it takes to use honey for everything you'd use sugar for? Do you have any god damn idea how pissed off wild bees get?! And then if you set the swarm on fire then you've lost th-"

Kora was cut off mid flow as another student stepped forward and started shouting at her. She was called all sorts of things.

Neanderthal.
Childish.
Ape.
Idiot.

And perhaps most notably in her mind 'little girl'.

Kora sat in silence, her newly acquired breakfast in one hand, listened, and for a moment there was a tense, tangible silence. Several students appeared to be watching, nervous.

Then the young woman threw back her head and laughed, mane of unruly hair shaking from the vibration.
"What. Are you planning to fight me?"

Relinquishing her hold on Larke she rose to her full, 6'6 feet of height.

"If you're planning to hit this 'little girl' in the face, munchkin, you might want to fetch yourself a chair to stand on. Or maybe a step ladder. Take your time, I will wait.."

The nordic student lackadaisically finished off the pastry and glanced back.


"While you do though, I feel like I should help you be less ignorant to who you're calling these names. I think the 'poor village' you might be thinking of would be the sacred Isle of Vollr . Home to the Norrevinter family, The Hammer of the Gods, The Great Bear, some of the godfathers and godmothers of pyromancy and some of the most terrifying warriors in the magical world. The 'idiot' you're thinking of would be Jarlinna Kora Mari Norrevinter, the formal family head since childhood, trained berserkir, and future council member in one and a half years' time. It's what compensates for my lack of manners. "

She wiped the yoghurt off her cheek, licked it off her hand, and grinned triumphantly.

"Pleased to meet you. Are you still feeling like a fight?"

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Tover’s brain was on fire.

Everything was dimmed from his perspective. Sounds dulled and blurred as cascades of blood pounded the insides of his ears. His sped up heartbeat drummed slow and with pounding vigor. Adrenaline had kicked up when the thinking cog had realized what it had just made the body do.

Forget that he spent the first major conversation of the day back snapping at a teacher, or that the attempt to make friends was lackluster because of it. A tremor coursed in his digits, breath heavy, shaky in his seat. He was half in and half out of reality as events became tumultuous.

Why did it feel so good?

He expected fear, a sense of diminishment, the need to creep back into her corner of safety. His ghostly eyes remained wide and glued on the instructor as the man spoke, but Tover didn’t actually hear a word. Just muddled noises as if you’re hearing someone through a wall in the other room, overlaid only by his own unyielding heartbeats.

Imagination spoke for him as a chessboard was mentally conjured. Massive and wide where standing on a single square would make one feel miniscule. From above, a colossal disembodied hand materialized and took hold of something as it descended. Only when the fingers squeezed together did a white pawn shatter into existence with a reverberating glassy clang, heavy dusty thud leaving the foot of the piece as the pawn was lifted and moved two paces forwards on the board. His board.

He felt nervous realizing what kind of forward push he’d done, yet relished it at the same time. Yes. Good. This was good. He liked this. Being forward and direct gave a sense of freedom that he’d been craving. Sure he was used to lurking in the backdrop and sullying his time away. But this, this was better. This felt like confidence. This felt like who he wanted to be.

Standing up to family was a task and a half, an impossible feat for someone who could only look up to those who sneered down. But this, this teacher, this had no such sway over him. Neither personality pressure nor authority rebuffed him from speaking his mind properly for one of the rare times he managed to. This is what kept Tover slow and sluggish as he sunk back into the seat to restore telltale nonchalance, absent-mindedly adding some food to his mouth. He wasn’t there. Not mentally.

Adelaide hadn’t joined the table. Tover didn’t even see her walk off, attention having barely been on her after using her introduction to plug in for added effect when he’d expressed discontent. One less person at the table was not remotely a problem, it was even comforting to remain with a small group of people that had all shared similar interest to defend Dawn.

Skylar had sodded off, but he’d spoken a lot. Likely some lecture.

Tessa must have said something; he did notice her mouth moving before she got up. The mouth movement of ‘milk’ was enough to backburner it as warbled sound came from Desdemona. Though he must have clearly heard Dawn’s little quip, a smile of pleasantry etching onto his face with a nod. That had been a fantastic weekend.

The barbarian grizzly that roared and barreled past with all the subtlety of a derailed freight train however, was easier to notice. Followed by a sudden "TESSA!” as the noise cleared enough for reality to sink back into the land of importance. He turned his head to watch the ensuing wrestle and scream match a few tables away. His mind half-wandered inconveniently. Another chessboard as Norrevinter viking-hugged the Sterling with the kindness of a cannonball.

Tower takes Bishop.

Tover had to give his head a shake. Other important things just happened. Tessa. Help Tessa. By the time his hand was ready to push away from the table however Dawn and Desi were already with her.

Nagging words were thrown from the eventful table. Oh. Found the Monroe. Or two? Perhaps his vision was still equalizing, but those girls had some similarities between them. Never having gotten a great look at her, he actually couldn’t tell which of the two it was that had tried to say hi.

This place was chaos.

An odd noise rustled the air. A screeching caw? What could possibly make that sound? The Norrevinter table was wild and easy to keep eyes glued on, sure, but to ignore the noise you didn’t recognize. Now that was dangerous. Already half up from being in progress of going to Tessa, his half-open eyes did a scan around the ro..

The fluff-creature. It was perched defensively on the shoulders of a girl, wings snapping and protectively positioned to defend her from harm. Where was it looking? A quick glance to the Sterling table answered that entirely.

Norrevinter was giving one hell of a speech. For all that brutish veneer and sizable mass that was likely dwarfed by the sheer density of her pride, there was a good mind in there. His eyes flicked momentarily to Tessa. A good mind, but blind to consequences of what happens when recklessly charging to a goal.

He was standing now. Tessa had been helped, and he’d been too distracted to contribute. Tessa hadn’t been the source of the issue though. Just a victim. Tover didn’t know much about the big feud between the Sterlings and the Norrevinters, but it didn’t need his kind of mind to easily put the pieces together.

Jarlinna Kora Mari was a hefty name. Kora would do. That would likely intimidate the pants off those Monroe girls if what he said was enough to make her pass up their table, and given that the suave looking one.. well. Slightly tarnished. Had been used as a seat, her chances of being taken seriously were pretty good, and the challenge of a fight was very likely to make everyone keep their head down. It didn’t hold a candle to the imposing pressure some of the women in his family let off. Or perhaps, it’s because he didn’t know much better, but.. did that sound like bluster? Angry and emotional, primal and direct. Had she even realized the effects of her warpath? How everyone was looking?

She was never, ever going to make a single friend that way.

Why did that thought hurt, so incredibly much. His heart clenched at the realization that if this is how she leaves off, it will only get worse from here with more cause for anger.

A beautiful thought bloomed in Tover’s mind, the tactical cog saying it’s due.
“I’m going to do something stupid.”
His words were soft, the adrenaline from earlier present albeit slowly diminishing. Directed at the general table before putting one foot infront of the other, straight towards the Prime Spotlight of the morning.

One. Just one.

Just one redeeming moment was all he’d had to chance in order to not only to make another friend, but also to not let that prideful mountain of a woman suffer in the long term. He’d seen before where that kind of bluster got you. Alone. Angry. Pained. Unwanted. Hating the world.

He stopped within talking distance, but was a little louder as only the adrenaline from before was actually keeping him on his feet. Sure he was frightened. Who wouldn’t be scared when you’re approaching the current prime possibility for biggest school bully.

It didn’t need to be like that. It didn’t need to turn out that way.

“Hey Norrevinter!” Tover exclaimed loudly while not exactly hiding. God this was uncomfterable, but he coulden’t pass it up. Not again. He’d regretted the first time years ago, having said nothing and watched it play out. Not this time, this time he’d take the pain. Standing there seemingly without fear, hands half in his pockets with a nudged-loose tie. While his approach was lightly slumped, he straightened up to speak as if to try and be taller. Not that such an attempt had merit.

“That was a nice speech. Councilmember is nice and all, but you won’t make it if you don’t realize what happens the people in your path. I know councilmembers are strong, and smart, but most of all I heard they care. They care about people and want to do what’s right.”

He shoved his thumb harsh over his shoulder.
“You hurt someone back there, while on your rampage. So if you too, care. Walk with me and come apologize, and talk to her. Because that’s what someone worthy of honor would do.”
A light breath was his only interruption, the idea of ‘the right thing to do’ stuck in his mind as he swallowed hard to push that know back down his throat.
“But if you don’t care, and all you are interested in is your personal vengeance, or whatever this is.” He said the last part motioning at the interaction that occurred between Monroe at her. “Then a fight is the only thing you’re ever going to have here. You speak well. You can think well, and you’ve got the strength to accomplish what you want. That’s great. But if you don’t have the heart to use those where it matters. Then I’ll take that fight Norrevinter. I’ll take that fight every day, because never will I ever want to see you in a position of power.”

Another breath, another nervous swallow he tried to stifle. Teeth doing a temporary grit. Although he said the next part with an effort to hide the painful emotion, his facial expression betraying him to show the care and concern.

“Don’t let everyone here believe that a loud brute is all you are.”

If she apologized to the Sterling or the Monroe. That was her prerogative, however they were direct targets after she’d rampaged her way over here. He took a step back and to the side, raising his left hand to offer it as direct invitation. Having done his best damn attempt to diffuse tension like he did at home all the damn time, and at the same time trying to provide Kora a social escape route. This could be patched.
If she refused.
He’d tried.
If she didn’t, he planned to walk back to Tessa with her regardless if she accepted the hand or not.

Her current targets could clean up their own mess. The suave one looked like he’d try and talk his way out regardless, the girls were going to be upset just because they could. The other one.. He didn’t quite know. Looked somewhat familiar. Perhaps he’d met him before and just couldn’t recall, but the name Jason just stuck in his head. Tover didn’t say more however, having moved out of the walkway enough to give way and offer Kora the space to start the walk back down to Tessa.

Would it work out like he wanted? Maybe not. Tover already having decided to bite the bullet, and deal with this event as a new step forwards for who he wanted to be. Because at least of this, he could be proud. The mousy, corner-kept, silent Tover, was gone.

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Jesse didn't really see the problem with sleeping in the cafeteria. It was breakfast after all. While Helena got up to get some more cereal, she ate her pancakes and looked around the cafeteria. That boy, apparently named Jason, had turned his attention to someone else. He really seemed stuck up. Not that she was one to judge, but wow. He reminded her of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books. That's how arrogant he was. She turned her attention back to her pancakes.

All of the sudden there was gasping around the cafeteria. She looked up to see a boy getting up, painfully, with yogurt on his head. Next to him was a very smug-looking girl who had obviously done the deed. She saw people left and right jump to the boy's defense. Good, at least not everyone here was stuck-up. Through all the commotion, she learned the girl's name was Norrevinter. Strange name. But the girl didn't seem to care that no one thought well of what she was doing. She sat on his head. If Jason was Draco Malfoy, this chick was Pansy.

Maybe I should say something... Jesse thought. She wasn't one to get into fights. In fact, she avoided them as much as possible. But this girl was just being a bully at this point. Jesse got up from her seat to go find a teacher, or at the very least, a responsible adult. But as she did so, a boy stood up and did her job for her. The cafeteria was silent after his speech, looking at the Norrevinter girl, wondering how she would reply. Jesse, however, felt that the boy had hit the nail on the head, and started clapping.

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”I’m not that kind of blind,” she had said, confusing Drake slightly. What did she mean by that? He had no experience in blindness or eye disabilities of any kind, so he was about to ask for clarification.

That was, until the chaos went down in the cafeteria.

Drake was on his feet in seconds when everything started, reacting in a sort of fight or flight response he had acquired from his home life. Him standing had been completely impulsive, as had his nerves tensing up in his shoulders and back. After a quick assessment of the situation, however, the boy snapped out of his attentive stance, having heard his name. Mitch was confused and asking what on earth was going on. It was a good question, and his eyes narrowed at the other tables in an attempt to properly describe the situation.

It was like watching animals throwing a tantrum over a stolen bone, Kora being the angry beast and Larke being the one who had taken her meal. He'd never seen this kind of social behavior, though he was pretty sure this wasn't common for mage culture, and was likely considered rude, if not entirely mal-mannered.

“I’m not sure… Some tall ginger girl just brought down some guy and poured yoghurt all over him, then sat on him… Hold on, I’ll be right back,” he offered her, moving toward the mess. He made sure to grab some napkins at a nearby napkin station on his way.

“Hey, guys! Knock it off!” the young mage shouted in an attempt to damper the conflict, keeping his distance for the moment. As if on cue, the taller woman had put Larke back in an upright position and was now addressing those around her. Drake didn’t pay much mind to their conversations, instead opting to walk over and offer the messy man some napkins.

“Here,” he handed Larke a small stack of napkins, before moving over to the spot on the floor where said food had been dumped over Kora’s victim. Especially since the tantrum girl seemed far too superior to actually consider cleaning it up. It was everywhere, and he quickly realized upon further inspection that he was going to need more than just napkins. The boy moved to grab an empty tray off a nearby table and, using some of the napkins, scooped the various liquids and chunks onto the tray. With a quick sweep, he got the rest of what was left, leaving the floor clean and dry, then moved to the nearest trash can to dump the tray and its contents.

When Drake looked back to the scene, he found enough people had gotten involved, so instead of adding to the crowd, the boy simply padded back over to his table to inform Mitch. “Everything’s fine, I think. I’m not entirely sure. But it seems like it’s being handled.” The boy, who had still been staring at the scene, finally dragged his gaze away to look at Mitch and Apple, noticing Apple’s rigid stance and tentativeness.

“We’re not in danger, if that’s what Apple is worried about,” he assured.

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Jason eyed the small girl he had shared a seat with on the way over, knocked over by the callousness of Kora. His unasked question of did she need help was met with the shake of the head. A frown graced his face as he prepared to go over there. However two others were already on the way and taking care of the issue.

Back to the issue at hand, he was admittedly amused as Kora moved Larke like a toy. Dumping more breakfast over the boy's head, even if outwardly he only showed disapproval. He'd have to send Kora a thank you card or something, Jason had wanted to dump drinks over Larke's goddamn perfect hair for years.

"Kora, you do realize they could decide to remove toiletries from your little kingdom." He sighed, running a hand in his hair as he spoke in an exasperated tone. "You know, maybe if you were nice you could get your sugar privileges back." As Jason considered how to move Kora from her newly acquired piece of furniture, since this had gone on long enough, he was elbowed in the gut.

"Oof" Not a cry of pain but more one of surprise as the girl, Jasper, that he had removed from the situation was getting herself back into it. Well, that's the thanks you get when you tried to save someone, he guessed.

His eyes of disapproval turned to Jasper and he voiced his disapproval. "Jasper insulting someone is not helping the situation. It may also do you some good to know exactly what situation you are getting yourself into before you speak. Threatening a Norrevinter is one of the stupidest things one can do." Well, he added mentally, unless you are part of the future council member club.

Of course Kora chimed in and informed Jasper of her ignorance. Who responded by getting into a fighting stance. Jason readied himself to get between Jasper and Kora in hopes that the smaller, less informed artist did not hurt herself. He was saved from this fight as another boy entered the fray, Tover, his mind supplied. Shouting out across the cafeteria, a rare look of approval graced his face as he met the other boy's grey eyes. Jason would stand down this time and see how this played out. Ready to jump into the fray if things went south after all, few called out a Norrevinter's honor in public like that. Though the public was on Tover's side if the clapping was any indication.

No, Jason had another fish to fry. Icy blue eyes narrowed as they watched a black haired boy grab napkins, yell, poorly wipe off some of the food, and race back to his table. Someone needed a talk on how to behave, and not be an moron it seemed. He would keep an eye on the boy who was either ignorant, had a death wish, or was trying to pick a fight. After all getting involved in a matter required either a big stick or knowing how to talk. It appeared the kid had neither of these qualities.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Jasper and Adelaide who were thankfully backing down. Ever the gentleman he looked at the table motioning to the book that had started this commotion. "Oh, don't forget your sketch book." His eyes took note of the yogurt spilled and the connection was made. With understanding he moved to grab a napkin and offered it to the other. "Here, there may be time yet to fix this little spill." There really was no need to cause so much fuss over a little book, but any distraction he could use to pull away Jasper from Kora was a good one.

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Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith
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Kora continued to watch skeptically, unable to contain herself entirely and letting out a derisive laugh at the 'I'll be sure to to throw the last punch' remark; it was issuing from someone who she had a foot and half of height on, and who she'd assumed hadn't been getting combat lessons since she could walk.

"Well, for someone as 'clever' as you claim to be in comparison to how 'stupid' I am, you seem very keen to run your mouth about an issue you don't know anything about. It's not a smart thing to start taking sides when you clearly don't know the first thing about the Norrevinters, the Sterlings, the feud, or why anyone in the mage community with any sense stays out of it."

Most people didn't involve themselves in the family conflict. Indeed most families kept the whole thing at arms length when the Sterlings refused trade with Vollr or the Norrevinters flipped a table at formal gathering. It was all organized chaos. All meant to goad one another without quite crossing the line enough to result in serious consequences.

Hence the yogurt. She could get away with humiliating a Sterling, but if she actually brought one of their spawn to any kind of harm there were going to be actual issues. Kora was impulsive, but she had to keep some things under control.

"I'd like to give you some credit, but while my family aren't going to take issue with me going after the dynasty we've had a blood feud with since the sixteenth century, I don't know how well yours are going to take you trying to start one with someone who could ruin you and your family by council veto. I'd kind of hope they aren't as ignorant as you about who makes the laws. You're truly lucky I'm not that petty." she responded.
"Avalon, I'd kinda suggest explaining to your friend what she's doing wrong before she pisses off someone who's not that noble."

The hostile response she'd expected, as well as Jason's somewhat half-hearted scolding. (She suspected he wasn't totally outraged at seeing the arrogant prat that was Larke getting thrown around a bit.)

What she'd not entirely expected was Tover's soapbox. She didn't actually have much idea who the fellow was that had approached her and given her a bit of a blasting, though she was a little more concerned about this one than a bunch of insults regarding her intelligence. The clapping from across the cafeteria earned someone a rather dark look.
Whilst she didn't exactly see Tover's claim as much of a threat to her position, she didn't really like the idea of being seen as some kind of ogre.

The nordic girl chuckled.
"Little bit dramatic. Haven't burned the school down yet. And I think you'd have a real hard time stop me taking a position I was given before I was even talking. But if it makes you feel oh so much better small man, I'd be happy to apologize to whoever was involved. I've got no issue with her. "

Taking up Tover's offer, Kora walked over to Tessa, and gave a short bow of her head.

If there was one thing she had been taught plenty of times, it was that one of the responsibilities of having their destructive powers was having to make sure it was directed in the right place, and not firing off at random. You had to be gracious sometimes.

"I am sorry for knocking you over in my rush to punish a horrible bastard."

Well, even the most gracious had their limits, right?