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Kora Norrevinter

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

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Full Name: Kora Mari Nørrevinter

Nicknames/Aliases: The Berserker, The Viking, Red Sonja, That Ginger Lunatic

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Primary: Pyromancy

Student

Secondaries of Interest Familiar Conjuring, Weapon Infusement



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Description: Kora is, shall we say,a rather distinct individual. Over six and a half feet tall, she comes across as pretty intimidating at first glance. And for many she only becomes more intimidating from there.
She has a mop of red-ginger hair that reaches above her shoulders, and pale skin that makes her a magnet for sunburn. Her eyes appear a dark, blue-tinted grey.

Kora speaks with a distinct scandinavian accent, and is able to speak in English and Norwegian, having been born off the coast of Norway. She tends to shout when annoyed, or excited, or trying to emphasize, so she's rather hard to ignore.

The girl rarely thinks too hard about clothing, (and at 6'6 can't exactly afford to be picky) so tends to just wear whatever she can get hold of and whatever happens to be easy to move round in at the time. What tends to be less negotiable is her pewter Mjölnir pendant, that she will wear as long as she is able to. An old, plain thing that retains a large amount of spiritual significance to her.

Personality: Kora is defined mostly be being quite...intense. In pretty much all ways. If she is angry she is screaming and shouting and breaking things. If she's happy she's also screaming and shouting and breaking things. Most extremes of emotion seem to manifest in destruction of some form, and when she isn't doing any of these she's often listening to far-too-loud heavy metal music or bragging about something her or her family can do. She can...grate on people a little.

Kora has a serious trouble controlling her temper, and struggles not to let small slights turn into fighting.

Kora has been raised to see herself as destined for greatness. The child of 100 generations of selective breeding, she feels that she is special, that she is just waiting to show the world something amazing. Whether this is justified or not, remains to be seen.

Stemming from this, Kora is a little bit elitist in regard to bloodlines. She tends to see herself around the top spot, other bloodlines below. She doesn't mistreat them, but she will sometimes condescend to them and neglect to understand why they might be irritated by this. Additionally she has long-running bad blood with the Sterling family, a distaste that has come from years of hostility between the two very ancient lines.

Whilst she has many faults, Kora is, if nothing else, extraordinarily brave and unflinchingly loyal. She thinks nothing about taking a hit for others, or fighting to defend people. As far as she is concerned, that is her reason to be.


Skills:
-The Nørrevinter family have been preparing Kora for her destiny for years, since she was a very young child. As a result, Kora is both athletic and a very skilled pyromancer already. She demonstrates impressive power and control for her age. (And has no problems showing it off.)

- The Nørrevinter family's perfected technique, berserker rage, was taught to her at a young age by her aunt.
The technique allows a pyromancer to remove the natural 'safety limits' their own minds and bodies place on the manipulation of their element.
A berserk pyromancer's abilities vastly increase, and their own temperature skyrockets, skin starting to become searingly hot to the touch, enough to cauterize wounds shut very quickly.
They can channel huge amounts of energy in this time.


Weaknesses: - The berserker ability is extremely damaging for a pyromancer. As such, Kora has been frequently instructed to use it only in dire emergency, and it more often than not results in the death, or horrific scarring, of the user.

-The combination of selective inbreeding within the family in order to increase their pyromantic ability has resulted in many inherited defects in the family. As such many of her family die young, or suffer from poor health in later life. It is thought to e part of the reason that the Nørrevinters still stress the usage of the potentially fatal berserker technique.


Brief History: Kora was born on the small island of Vollr as the daughter of Ren Nørrevinter, the then family head. As the named heir she was showered with attention that her siblings did not receive, and had most anything she could want.

The Nørrevinter are an ancient and very powerful pyromancer line, one of the most prominent, and who have always had a loud (and often angry) voice in the political mage world. They have been warriors since their inception, and have selectively bred over generations to that end. Tall, loud, aggressive, and built like giants, to provoke the wrath of a Nørrevinter was the risk great danger for yourself and anything flammable in your general area.

This however, did little to prevent the war, with her father being killed in action when Kora was only three years old. As such, much of Kora's upbringing was seen to by her Aunt Hilda, and Uncle Erik, Hildra having resolved to take over leadership of the family after the death of her brother, awaiting his heir's coming of age. In the interim time Kora was raised on the isolated scandinavian isle, and relentlessly trained in pyromancy and combat. She was only too eager to take up her place at the school. For her, it presented a chance to shine, to show what one hundred generations of preparation could do.

The Norrevinter Crest:


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So begins...

Kora Norrevinter's Story

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Damien Moore
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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!

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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: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver
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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: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter
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  1. "pissed-off orange alley cat" - I want to read more about this teacher. Sounds like she's going to be a blast. The Sterling X Norrevinter dynamic looks like it's going to come up a few times. Can't wait to see how that goes ^^

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Despite being neither taller nor older nor otherwise more remarkable than any other parent or faculty member, Professor Maeve Brigid Byrne had a way of moving that compelled other people to get out of the way. Not so much out of respect, in all honesty, but rather the feeling that she was likely to shove anyone who did not.

She prowled through the crowd of registrants with a stiff back a deep frown, her emerald eyes taking on a predatory narrowness as she surveyed the incoming students. Her glare roved over bags and bodies alike, though exactly what she was on the lookout for was not immediately clear. A few individuals warranted a second glance, but nobody stuck out enough to deserve being properly tailed.

For the sake of meeting parents, the other staff members had talked her into tying her unruly red hair back and wearing a pantsuit that did little to flatter her broad shoulders: The intended “look” of the outfit was unclear, however, as Byrne resembled a pissed-off orange alley cat far more than she did a qualified teaching professional.

Standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, she found herself quite confused as to how she had been persuaded into the role of a professor: She did not like people, least of all teenagers, and least of the least, teens of the entitled variety.

And speaking of the devils.

The sound of thundering Norrevinters filled the hall, and Byrne’s frown lines somehow managed to trough even deeper into her face. She turned on the balls of her feet to head out and let someone else take care of that godforsaken situation, and had very nearly made it out of the room when she caught sight of something far worse out of the corner of her eye:

It was striding through the front door in a pair of Italian leather shoes that likely cost more than her car, wearing a smile so self-assured she wanted to smack it clean off of his face.

A Sterling.

Larke, presumably, if her roster was correct.

The boy was dressed in a pair of pressed khaki trousers and a pale blue button-down shirt that was rolled just below his elbows. His jaw and face were cut as dashingly as any in his lineage, and the signature charm of his pedigree shone through as he managed to persuade the receptionist to crack her first smile all day. He smirked and said something. She laughed. He took the papers with an easy shrug of one shoulder, waved a lazy salute with the hand still holding his forms, and turned back to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

He held a black sport coat folded over one arm, but carried no bags with him. Those were handled, apparently, by the stout, black-haired man following behind him in a chauffeur’s uniform. Larke passed off the forms to the man with a firm handshake and another convincingly genuine smile, and then the driver was off and up the stairs.

Byrne shook her head. Lazy brat.

Her bitter glowering was cut short, however, as she caught sight of the collision preparing to take place in the reception area: If the Norrevinters stayed their course, they would be seeing far more of Sterling than was good for the building’s structural integrity.

It was with a quiet groan that Maeve forced her best public relations smile (though it didn’t really manage to touch her eyes,) and strode over to the ginger clan with purpose. She circled around so that she stood in the opposite direction of Sterling, and stopped about a foot out from the three giants.

“Hilda? Hilda Norrevinter?” Maeve exclaimed, her jovial tone touched by just enough of an Irish accent to color her inflection, “By God, it’s been an age and a day! And is this the Kora we’ve all heard so much about?” She extended a hand to the teen girl, being sure to keep the sound of internal screaming out of her throat. “Grown a helluva lot since the last picture I saw, hasn’t she?”

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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: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason 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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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith
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Helena, cheeks still reddened from the scathing she'd just received from Professor K, she was further shamed by the intense stare of disapproval she was getting from one of the male students. The young mage dropped back into her seat, clasping her stone cold mug and hoping the stony glare would draw away.

As she was doing so, the girl realized she was being addressed.

Helena glanced up to see another student had taken a seat at the table, a girl, and she fortunately did not appear to have fallen victim to the cereal spill.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Helena. Helena Kingsley.
" she responded after a bit too long a pause, before extending her hand out to tentatively shake back. Her hand, almost wholly absorbed by the sleeve of the lurid cat sweater, had a blue bandage wrapped round the palm, and seemed to have nail varnish on only half the fingers.

Helena was clearly a student with her life together.

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The older woman in the scandinavian group turned upon hearing the somewhat familiar voice of Maeve (now Professor) Byrne.

Despite being well aware of the woman's status there, Hilda Norrevinter's expression didn't completely manage to hide her surprise at seeing this, particularly with the choice of wardrobe adopted for the occasion.

Fortunately the surprise was enough to stop the family's progress and prevent the collision with the Sterling boy who had just materialized.

"Maeve Byrne. It's certainly been a while." the woman responded, deciding that she was going to continue the trend of not mentioning their reasons for knowing one another.

"Yes, this is little Kora...not quite so little any more."

She gestured with one hand to the teenage girl stood next to her. The young woman was tall, very much so, squarer features than her aunt, her hair red and wavy and all over the place. A pewter mjolir hung around her neck, nicked and tarnished from age and wear. Her father's. Also slung around her neck were a set of headphones out of which someone appeared to be scream-growling in Norwegian. Something about Suttungr being dead.

For all her aunt's eagerness to keep up appearances to some degree, having muttered a 'Hello', Kora herself was shifting around impatiently and fidgetting with her pendant, apparently relatively disinterested in ingratiating herself with one of her prospective professors ahead of time.

Well, unlike certain bloodlines the Norrevinter had never put a lot of stock into charm and charisma.

"Erik and I have been handling the training up until now." Hilda added, realizing her charge was not planning to add anything constructive.
"I doubt combat class is going to be a problem... there's an awful lot of her father there."

Hilda paused somewhat, the two older members exchanging a bit of a glance over something left unsaid. Absent friends and all.

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter
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Maeve’s thin lips parted to offer her opinion about how impeccably well she had found Ren Norrevinter to have faired in combat, only to snap back into tight lipped attempt at a sympathetic smile.

Perhaps if she nodded and furrowed her brow in a sympathetic way, the sudden urge to shoot her own ankle so that she could exit the conversation would fade.

“And may the gods rest his soul,” she replied, looking to Hilda and ignoring any desire to grab the woman by her shoulders and scream “What kind of suicidal fighting style have you left me to try and teach around, you pompous, self-assured bitch?!"

Instead, she ran her index finger along the inside of her shirt collar, checking to be sure it was not actually strangling her to death.

After what felt like an acceptable amount of time had passed since the glorification of a dead person’s fighting prowess, Maeve broke out a less somber expression (though most of Byrne’s did seem to be some variation on a grumpy frown,) and extended a hand for Kora to shake. “It’s very good to meet you, Miss Norrevinter," she said, quite certain she would be seeing he young woman in detention before the week was out, “And I’m excited to be your combat professor for the year. Do you have any questions for me about the school? Or… I’m assuming you’re rather eager to get on with meeting the others?”

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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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The young Norrevinter had managed to lop the head cleanly off of a non-threatening, non-moving, already dead target that in no way resembled a human being.

Maeve nodded as if she were impressed.

”We’re going to be using several different techniques in combat class,” she replied with the same plastered on parent-meeting smile she had forced for the entire exchange, ”but a lot of focus will be placed into strengthening fields you have less experience in. Swords will be on the list, though; I did my fair share of sabre fencing back in the day.”

She waved a hasty goodbye to Hilda and Erik, and let the forced pleasantness drop the moment the pair had turned out the door. Her chipper tone dropped away when she spoke next, flaking off like dead skin from a snake.

”Breakfast is in the dining hall,” she said, rolling her shoulders as if shaking off some particularly unpleasant sensation, ”And you’ll be eating with the rest of the peasants, if that was a question.”

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  1. Just to confirm this was okay'd by Scoundrelboots in advance for autohitting.

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Kora waved a final goodbye to her relatives, and picked up her bad once again. The painted antler of a reindeer skull protruded from the top, apparently there a testament to her dubious victory over the dead ungulate.

Professor Byrne had quite quickly dropped her customer service face, and fallen into her more usual demeanour and tone when addressing her... however that was not what was concerning the student at that moment in time. As she cast a brief look into the cafeteria, one of the people in a small conversing group had moved aside, and her eyes had set upon a rather familiar face. Or, at least very familiar features.

Like a wolf that had just spotted a deer, Kora dropped her bag and padded forwards, watching closely to make sure she was correct in her first assumption.

She was.

It was one of them.

A Sterling.

What caustic remark Maeve had been making was drowned out entirely by the blood pounding in her ears.

There was only one way to react to this situation.

Only one way.

With a battle-scream of "TYYYYYR!" the whole six and a half foot of Kora cleared the length of the cafeteria in moments, shoving aside students and furniture alike until she collided full-force with the standing form of Larke Sterling. She threw him down onto the table before them, dug her knee between his shoulderblades, and grabbed the nearest weaponry to hand.
This happened to be a bowl of yoghurt and granola, which she unceremoniously emptied over the young man's head.

"You've gt a lot of nerve even showing your face here you trash piece of Sterling scum!" the girl exclaimed, reaching for another breakfast item to douse her opponent in.
"Nobody dishonours my family and gets away with it! That goes for you AND your whole brood of lecherous bastards!"

The warrior dynasty of Norrevinter had started early.

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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: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tessa eye's widened at Tover's words. The fact that he had the gall to say something so harsh and demeaning to a professor he just met was unheard of. Also she highly doubted that was the professor's point if he was indeed behind the act.

Tessa bit her lip chewing on it as professor Oliver spoke to her, face flushing red as she realized she had called her own teacher 'uncool'. A quiet apology in french was spoken to the man before he continued. After all being recognized by the professor teaching her illumination was not a good way to start off the school year.

While Professor Oliver continued speaking her mind trailed off, full of confusing thoughts. What if he tried to asset her power strength in illumination? So it was okay to use illusions as an assessment to embarrass someone but not okay to just embarrass someone? A frown graced her normally smiling features as all the questions ran through her head.
Tessa eyed Adelaide as the girl was scared off by Tover's words taking them the wrong way. Before Tessa could even offer an apologetic smile or explain what her new friend meant, Adelaide was gone.

With a smile sigh she turned to the remaining table and studied those present, her smile returning. "Well Professor Oliver is right I think we will all be good friends!" Tessa eyed Dawn and decided the best way to put the nervous girl at ease was to make her feel better about the situation. "Besides the fake milk spill made me realized that I'd like some strawberry milk too."

Getting up and walking back towards the line she was so distracted be her thoughts that she did not notice the tall firey redhead on the war path. Who easily pushed the smaller petite Tessa out of her path. As she stumbled onto the floor Tessa started to wonder if Strawberry milk was cursed.

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Nimura hummed softly to herself as she stared straight up at the ceiling of the truck she and a handful of other students were riding in. She had raised her legs slightly to swish her feet back and forth in the air, hands planted firmly on either side of her on the seat. She sat alone, though it didn’t bother her very much- it had meant more room to move around. A bright smile was fixated to her lips while she tilted her head away from the ceiling to the open window beside her. The sun was warm, heating the inside of the vehicle, but not unpleasantly so, especially with so many windows open providing a cooling effect.

This was finally it, she was at last on her way to Marchand. Sliding her hand onto the window before sticking it out of the open space, Nim relished in the air that parted around her limb as it rushed past. She tilted her hand down, before up, and then repeated, enjoying the shifting of the air currents that pushed at her hand, aiding in its upward or downward movement. She was a far, far way from home, but at least air was somewhat familiar. Not like she had had much practice in her aeromancy at all to begin with- none, actually. Ah, the perks of being a Hedlund. She was excited to learn it. And Familiar Conjuring. And illumination, and being so far away from Sweden, and starting her own journey, and and. The list was endless, and with her boundless measures of excitement, there was absolutely no time for nervousness. She didn’t miss her home, or at least not much, and she wasn’t feeling any anxiety from being separated from her parents for the first time. A perk from being raised separate from them for a lot of the time.

Nimura could not help but enjoy the pleasant dips and bumps of the truck moving about on the roads. She certainly was a long way from Smögen, but Murra relished in the fact of a new adventure. There would be much exploring to do, and hopefully a lot of faces to meet and hold dear. She ran her fingers along the brim of her black, red, and white cap, and settled in a bit more to enjoy the rest of the ride.

By the time they finally arrived and the school came into view, she could hardly sit still. This was her school, and she’d finally learn how to be a mage. As the truck pulled to a stop, she was among the first of the students there to get up. She moved with confident strides to the front, quick to disembark and gather together her luggage. She had been on one of the later buses, but it did nothing to dampen her spirits. Plenty of time still to meet and greet and hopefully have some breakfast, as she had been much too focused on getting to the school to really remember the first meal of the day at the beginning of her day.

Making her way to the front desk, Nim greeted the woman there warmly, smiling kindly and reining in some of her excitement so as not to overbear others’ presences or get on anyone’s nerves. The woman, after checking Nimura’s name and realizing she was a Hedlund, mentioning taking her luggage down the hall to have it moved for her- something her family had arranged for her- before handing the girl some papers and then directing her to head towards the cafeteria once she was done. Murra nodded, doing as she was bid with a genial ‘thank you’ as she headed down that first hall. After having her things taken care of, she headed towards the cafeteria, which was not very hard to find, given the pleasant aromas that wafted down the halls.

Upon arrival, Nim discovered many, many students bustling about, a lot of them already seated and chatting. She honestly didn’t know where she would be going; well, that wasn’t entirely true. Food first of course. She would worry about seats and greetings after. Making her way down along the line, the Swede had picked up sausages, pancakes, and a glass of milk, and was just heading out of the line to decide on a seat when a loud, distinctly Scandinavian voice rang out loudly through the room. Her attention immediately focused on the individual, finding a tall, red-headed girl barreling through the crowds to one nearby table in particular.

Nim blinked, watching her in curiosity as she sailed across the room. Definitely Norwegian- she could tell from accent alone- and from the looks of her, Nimura knew her immediately to be a Norrevinter, though only knew that since she was really only familiar with the Scandinavian bloodlines as well as some of the most famous families as well, since, well, they were famous. However, the girl suddenly tackled some poor guy or other- she couldn’t really see well from this angle- cursing at him and throwing what looked to be yogurt at his head.

Nim was taken aback by this display, completely caught off guard. So distracted was she by this, that she ended up simply standing in the middle of the room, staring.

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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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An assessment.

It hadn’t been a prank by another Trickster hoping to ruin her image in front of the professor- someone with a grudge against her family, or just hoping to pull a sudden trick on a whim- but, rather, by the professor himself. Surprise lit up Dawn’s eyes as she turned back to look at Skylar, followed by indignation and something cold that didn’t quite fit in the girl’s face. Just as quick as it had appeared, however, it vanished- concealed by the magic dripping down her features like syrup.

“I see.” A wide, PR smile stretched Dawn’s lips. “Well, Mr. Oliver. It was a bit difficult for me to tell at first, unfortunately. Since you used a bit more stronger illusionary magic than I’m used to, and I hadn’t been expecting a professor to use it on me during breakfast. Without consent.” She placed the cap back on her bottle, gave it a twist, and brought it closer to her body. “But thank you for the offer, Professor.”

As Skylar rounded out of sight, she gave a soft “Jesus”, shaking her head then looking up back at her company with a far more genuine smile. “At least there weren’t any real spills. I would’ve hated it if I had to do the marks all over again.” As if to emphasize her point, she ran her hand over the paper again, cleaning away some of the graphite that had settled there. “I do hope we’ll get along, though. It was...really nice of you guys to defend me like that when the professor showed up. Really appreciate it.” She glanced over at Tover directly, now, and gave a grin and a “And, yes. I need to make sure my memory’s right, and if you actually stole that entire cake or not.”

Desi’s introduction earned her a small delay from Dawn before she blinked and gave a sudden clap of her hands. “‘Moore’ like the teacher, right? And the offshoot?” Followed by a, “Is he your dad? The, um. Professor, I mean.”

The Cremonet line did not cross her mind. While she had overheard the name spoken a few times by her parents, they had never talked much about them. The affairs of a family that they did not deal with tended to hold briefer discussions than not. As Tessa stood to get her own strawberry milk, Dawn smiled and nodded, watching her for a moment before turning back to the table sitters.

Of course, her attention was quickly drawn back by a sudden loud commotion, a cry of “TYRRRR”, and the sound of stumbling. Startled, Dawn looked to find a redheaded girl tackling another student- the latter she recognized vaguely as a Sterling, which meant that the girl was probably a Norrevinter- and Tessa falling to the ground. Her attention quickly shifted mostly to her new friend getting pushed aside, and, alarmed, Dawn left her seat and rushed over to the blond. “Are you okay?” The Trickster lowered herself to the ground, offering up a hand to help Tessa up.
While she did so, Dawn got a better view of the situation that had caused the tumble, as well as the escalation that was accompanying it.

Like she had thought, that was indeed a Sterling, and that was indeed a Norrevinter. Shockingly enough, however, one of the girls she couldn’t name had begun to yell at the redhead, spouting a wide variety of taunts.

A part of Dawn was taken aback by the fact that the yelling was aimed at a Norrevinter, even with the rudeness of the earlier charge.

Another part of Dawn was attempting to wrap her head around the insults chosen. In particular, the “little girl” portion of the rant.

A Norrevinter was many things, but none of them were ever little.

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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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Tessa sat on the ground surprised at being pushed down like a shopper loosing out on a deal during Black Friday. She blinked for a bit her eyes following where the red haired woman was going before the situation clicked in her head. Her eyes fell towards Jason who was watching her out of the corner of his eye. In response she shook her head 'no' to the unasked question, she did not need his help right now. However instead her attention was drawn to someone shouting her name.

With a slight blush of embarrassment Tessa smiled at Desi who was soon followed by Dawn. "It's okay, I'm okay no harm done. Besides I really should have looked where I was going." Her smile grew as the two helped her up and once again she was bouncing full of energy. Thanks so much for the help though, I'm so thankful to have such great friends on the first day! And did you see that? We are witnessing the big history between the Norvinters and Sterlings!

Her embarrassment came back in full force as Tover shouted his piece at Kora and by proxy brought attention back to her. "It's okay, I'm fine really no need to worry about it." More words of protest died on her lips, as she realized the true goal of his little speech. The apology wasn't for her, as Tessa wasn't hurt and really had no intention of forcing one from a more powerful bloodline. The apology was for Kora and the rest of the caf who had witnessed the viking's rampage.

Blue eyes looked towards Tover with interested, it seemed she had misjudged him as a shy eco-activist. It turns out the boy was more politically minded then he appeared, she'd have to watch out for him and his goals. After all she was not a pawn in anyone schemes.

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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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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?

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A lot of people had a lot to say about the situation.

Larke, remained silent throughout most of the exchange; not because he had nothing clever to offer, but because he was painfully aware of whom they were trying to communicate with. They may as well have been posting “No Bears Allowed” signs around a campground. His gaze tracked along with the conversation as Jasper started to add fuel to the fire, but he lost intent interest once he was sure that Norrevinter wouldn’t take a swing at a girl.

Instead, he opted to stand back with nothing less than his usual good-natured (if not a bit dampened) demeanor and adjust himself as best as he could. He offered a nearly inaudible, “thanks man,” followed by a nod toward the boy who had handed him the napkins, despite knowing that the flimsy paper would be of little use for such a sizeable mess.

Settling the napkins aside for the time, Larke grabbed a glass of water and dumped its contents into his hand. The water fell down in a spout and stayed exactly where it was poured, a baseball-sized dome forming in his palm. Then, as easily as if he were using a bath sponge, he dragged the little ball over his head to scrape the food from his hair onto his tray on the table.

He repeated the procedure with his face, the back of his neck, and his pants as the others talked, before returning the now-filthy water to the glass and placing the glass on the tray.

As for the sport coat, he simply removed it and shook the food out into the small pile he had amassed, before folding it over his arm, dirty side in.

The result was a relatively clean (though very notably damp) look, accompanied by a slightly confused expression as Larke caught the tail end of Tover’s speech. The poor boy was trying to play politics with the oaf. Larke gave him an encouraging nod and a small smile of appreciation, doing his best not to give away how incredibly pointless he found the endeavor.

“Oh, come on, Jason,” he replied at last, running a hand through the back of his hair to shake out some of the water, “We’re not animals, now. We wouldn’t embargo their ability to clean themselves—“

And then, turning toward the girl who had been bowled over (Tessa, was it?,) “My family takes too much pride in considering others before we act, to do such a thing.” With that, he crossed the floor to where Tessa was, carefully avoiding eye contact with the hulking ginger abomination. He stood at a slight angle so that the back of his shoulder was toward Kora; just enough to make clear that he was not her friend, but not so much that it looked like open animosity.

Basically the same practiced pose his relatives took when standing next to hers in any kind of formal setting.

His brow furrowed into a look of concern, and his lips pulled down into the slightest of frowns. “Are you sure you’re alright, Miss? I apologize —On both of our behalves— about any trouble our familial disagreement has caused you, especially on your first day.” He then held out the napkins the boy had passed to him, and cast a quick glance down toward her legs. His voice was soft as he said, “And you’ve also got a bit of something on your pants,” before breaking back into his usual warm tone.

“Also quite sorry about being a horrible bastard. Personal shortcoming, and all.”

If she happened to look before wiping the almost-not-there bit of mess, she would find that one of the napkins had a phone number scrawled on it in quick handwriting, belonging to “That Sterling Bastard from Breakfast.”