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Nefertiti Anapa III

"Build your own pyramids, write your own hieroglyphs."

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

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Nicknames/Aliases: Nef, Glyph (loves nicknames, will accept almost any)

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Primary: Rune Casting

Student

Secondaries of Interest/: Blood Magic and Healing

Description:
Nefertiti's name says almost everything you need to know about her appearance- the name of a gorgeous Egyptian pharaoh, meaning "a beautiful woman has come." Nef is quite the looker, with long, wavy maroon locks (dyed, supposedly) and kicking curves. Her entire bloodline has the signature thick eyebrows and curved nose, and also share long, muscular legs. Nef's confidence is a thing of legend, and dresses however she wants- but makes sure everything stays covered up. She has incredible fashion sense as well, donning complimentary colors of wine and gold. Her bangles are a family specialty, and the enchantments keep the wearer safe from most trivial harm, as well as emit a pleasant fruity aroma and a dash of peppiness to her aura. Nef's long arms are adorned in intricate tattoos, also hiding small runes here and there within the design. These give her luck, a sense of calm, and are spectacular dirt deterrents. Nef always dresses to impress, whether that's herself (usually) or someone else. Her makeup is bold but expertly applied- often a dash of gold around her eyes and a sharp eyeliner point to match her thick eyelashes- another Anapa trait. The family also is known for their large hazel eyes, which Nef inherited as well. Nefertiti is always on top of her game when it comes to appearance.

Personality:
Nef is teen spirit contained- bubbly, adventurous, and independent. She is very much a people person, and thrives in social situations. She usually makes friends effortlessly, with a natural charm that many find hard to resist. Nef has a strong sense of justice like the rest of her line- Anubis was the Weigher of Hearts and determined which souls entered the afterlife, a trait that has been passed on through his descendants. She is a self-titled 'social justice warrior', and is unafraid to stand up for what she thinks is right against any foe. However, this often gets her in trouble with the wrong people, and Nef is more than ready to start a fight- not something her family likes to admit. Her confidence, often over-confidence, blinds her to her struggle, and Nef has a very hard time asking for and accepting help. She also chose to get rune tattoos in the sureness that she could handle the constant, though minimal, energy drain. She easily becomes lonely, and comes off a bit clingy to those she's closest to. Nef also has a hard time letting people down, and tends to have a bleeding heart- a chronic yes-man. She often pushes herself too hard, and is most likely running on a few hours of sleep at all times- one to take naps when she's exhausted and stay moving the rest of the time. She's a lover of parties, but also is surprisingly a very dedicated student- she chooses her studies over social time, as long as someone is around to keep her company. Her family was dead-set in their ways and egos, and though she has become very open-minded as a sort of rebellion, they do not approve of cross-family friendships unless they can end in a political gain of some kind.

Skills:
having spent so much time (comparatively to other students) with humans, nef is very skilled in blending in and understands mundane behavior.
nef comes from a line of proficient blood mages, and has thorough education in anatomy that aids her blood magic and healing
nef is very educated in egyptian magic history, due to it being such a large part of her family

Weaknesses:
none of her family has secondaries in healing, so nef is completely unable to perform healing magic
since the anapa family is so focused on honoring ancient tradition, nef is very unfamiliar with technology and often struggles using it
nef's family is descended from 'gods'- Egyptian pharaohs who viewed themselves as such, and as a result knows little about other bloodlines from her family's arrogance

Brief History:
From birth, Nef was a piece in the game of the prominent Anapa family- her mother Gaza was the unifying marriage between two powerful Egyptian magic families- the Anapa and Horus, descendants of the Egyptian gods Anubis and Horus, respectively. This led to an ideal pairing- four children were born from this unity. The first was Ramses, a Necromancer like the ambitious men of his family. The second was Nef, a Runic Caster like the women of the Anapa family and Blood Mage like the Horus. The third, Cairo, was a Defensive warrior like the Horus bloodline was famous for, and the fourth Peregrine- a Necromancer who was born without an eye- similar to the god Horus himself. The first three children were next to disowned by the Horus family, as they focused on shaping Peregrine into a perfect Horus descendant. Raised by the Anapa family, the first three children developed a strong bond- united in their bitterness against Peregrine and the amount of attention he garnered. All three siblings dealt with their frustration differently- Ramses made connections in the mundane world and put his magic training aside to become a powerful businessman. He left the house as soon as he could- four years of age on Nef, leaving her without a shoulder to lean on and also putting the raising of her younger sister on her shoulders.

Childhood was about as confusing as a magical family can get. With a normal, albeit pampered upbringing, Nef was fed with a golden spoon for the first five years of her life. However, on her fifth birthday, her family deemed it time to begin teaching her about their way of life. Nef was ecstatic to start learning, and caught on to basic magic especially well. Having been sent to a small school run by a branch of the Anapa family, the girl was pushed to do her best in her studies, especially Egyptian history. She did excellently with memorization and the backstories of the gods, but politics, agriculture, and economy bored her to death. When Peregrine was born, Nef was excited to welcome a new sibling, but the newborn's defect had him spirited away by the Horus family. His missing eye was seen as a sign, a relation to the original god Horus. Angry and secretly jealous at the attention her youngest brother received, Nef dedicated herself wholeheartedly to her studies. She started studying Blood Magic with a Horus girl her age, and developed a crush on her. Surprised and confused at her sudden crush, Nef soon realized she was gay and learned as much as she could about the community without outing herself. Becoming a warrior for equality at fifteen, Nef became 'the gay one' of the family. Not disowned but not necessarily supported, Nef was anxious to escape her suffocating environment and became a rather rebellious teenager. Mixing with mundane and magical teens alike, she attended two years of a mundane high school and attended quite a few parties, becoming a more outgoing and charismatic version of her previously study-oriented self. Still focused on succeeding in her learning, Nef took AP classes and compared her family's magical history and the mundane version. After receiving her invitation to Marchand, Nef leapt at the chance and now anxiously awaits her first day of school.

Other:
Has a basic education in Blood Magic, knows Rune Magic but has not used it extensively in a few years.

So begins...

Nefertiti Anapa III's Story

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Nefertiti's escape had been in motion for months.

As soon as she'd received the cream-enveloped invitation to the newly-built school of sorcery, Nef had been piecing together a plan to get out of her suffocating sarcophagus of a home. She'd asked her elder brother Ramses to help, and his affection for his sister had gotten the better of his sense and he'd agreed. She called in some favors and now, much to her relief, had completed her one-way flight to the address she'd been given- the closest she could get without landing the plane on campus. Sitting alone in the airport had been an experience, and with only her invitation to guide her, she'd made it to the school. Unfolding herself from the cramped truck, she stood at the entrance of the castle-like academy and watched nonchalantly as the other students made their way in. Feeling uncharacteristically lonely and rather sickened by the trip as well, Nef's gaze traced the truck as it drove away, leaving the Egyptian mage standing alone in a new country.

She began sluggishly making her way into the school, following the line of mages into what seemed to be an admissions office, like the ones she'd had at her old school. As she signed the papers the woman handed her with her fancy script, she finally took a deep breath in and let the anxiety and lonliness fade away. This was a new chance to meet mages her age, make new friends, learn about all kinds of magic that her family hadn't bothered to teach her. She was finally out- out of the blazing heat of their expectation, scorch of their crushing rules, and burn of the unknown. Unfurling the map she was handed, the dark-skinned girl made her way out of the office, heading towards the cafeteria with the crush of students. Her spirits soared as the absentminded chatter wound its way around the students, and Nef decided that positivity would be the only way to get through the first day. She could deal with the reality of her situation tonight.

Speaking of tonight- who was she roomed with? Were there dorms? Was it orientation-based? Nef had questions, as usual. One of the more terrifying ones was about her bloodline- who would recognize her name? As a foreign family they mostly kept themselves out of the affairs of the other bloodlines- well, most of the ones in attendance here. What sort of impact had their emissaries had on the European families? Nef's thoughts faded off as she realized she'd been carried by the wave of her peers into the cafeteria. A faint smile graced her lips as she read the pink banner welcoming them, hardly noticing the argument in the middle of the cafeteria. Her smile fell as she realized that she was the only foreign-looking mage there- most of the other students were pale and tanned; none came close to her dark complexion. Hoping that this component wouldn't frighten anyone off, Nef tried to banish the uncharacteristic negativity. She was Nefertiti Anapa, for Anubis's sake! She didn't need the approval of any of these mages to succeed.

Making friends would be nice, though. She was rather disappointed that the truck to the school had been such an odd mix of antisocial and social, and Nef hadn't introduced herself to any of them. She placed a couple pancakes and some fruit onto her plate as she wrestled with her concern, and was jerked out of the recurring fog as a large ginger-haired girl crashed into a slight one, knocking the smaller female down and then returning to her brawl. Nef furrowed her brow, but there was already a swarm in both places and she figured it would just be better to get out of the way and save her entrances for tomorrow, when they might actually be noticed. Walking over to the large windows, she placed herself at one of the smaller tables and began eating breakfast in solitude, ignoring the commotion taking place in the rest of the cafeteria.

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Theren blinked at his new friend rather surprised. New history family? No one had ever called his family a 'new history' line. That was rather interesting. Lucien really liked to flatter him or he really, really meant what he was saying and he was honored to meet him. How strange. He had never had anyone this interested in him specifically. It was definitely ego boosting. He wished he could praise Lucien and his family more but he didn't know much else about the family line. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to read all of the history they had collected over the years.

Theren couldn't help but smile at Lucien. His excitement was rather contagious and fueled his own. He liked it when Lucien was happy and excited. He stopped stammering and saying sorry every other word. It suited him better than the shy stumbling. And he had a nice voice. Sure it had a soft feminine lilt to it, but it was soothing. The stutter masked just how melodic it was. Yes, this confident excitement was much better. He was going to have to help Lucien out of his self-consciousness somehow. He was like a little puppy, though he knew that was probably not the most flattering statement.

When Lucien then said that he was a boy, Theren offered a softer smile. He reached over to Lucien and squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Thanks for telling me," he answered. "I wasn't making assumptions though, if you were referring to the nickname. It can be gender neutral. I think anyway. I think 'Lulu' is a cute nickname for you since your name starts with 'Lu'. If you don't want me to call you that though, I won't," he promised."You know, when I was a little younger, people thought that I was a girl to. I had longer hair myself back then. Whenever we went to parties, everyone opened with 'Oh the three Belvadeer sisters'," he chuckled. "I look a lot like my mom and my sisters."

Theren adjusted the books in his arms then so he could tug lightly at the gloves he sported on his hands. They were starting to slip a bit. Theren then jumped when he saw Lucien do the same and paused, wondering if the boy had seen something startling. When the other mage just started talking about classes, he nodded. "Those do sound fun." he pat the two books on his arm then. "I am really looking forward to learning pretty much everything about runes. I like cultures and stuff as well. I like to make parallels between what is real and what we use and what the none-mages think we do," he chuckled. "It is funny sometimes... and sad if they do things based on fears. I've read about some rather horrid things that mages and non-mages have done to each other. But! On a happier note, all of the classes should hopefully be interesting. I am actually really excited! I've only ever learned magic from my family and what I figure out myself so actually having classes and stuff on the subjects should be a lot of fun. And ooh, I could learn about necromancy and blood magic!" he continued, running off on a tangent. He may feel comfortable talking to people, but he really needed to learn how to slow himself down and actually let people respond instead of having a one-sided conversation.

The two then found themselves at the cafeteria. Theren entered the room and he stopped abruptly. There were... so many people here. Some were seated and eating and everyone seemed to have their own clicks. That was fast. They were all new and people were already grouped up and talking to each other. Theren... wasn't sure where he and Lucien should go or who to approach. There was food at all the tables though and it looked amazing. He did see a large group of students dispersing and he did see some food on the floor. Had there been a fight? Damn. That was fast too. Glad he and Lucien had missed it. He returned his gaze to food on the table. He was kind of hungry. Maybe just sitting down with Lucien and grabbing food would be a good start. The teacher in the middle of the room had mentioned something about not being entitled and eating without permission but... everyone else was eating so Theren wasn't keen on the idea of not eating."Come on. Let's grab some food. I am starved."

Theren hurried over to one of the tables and started to grab some delicious smelling pancakes and smothered them in butter. He was just adding grapes to his plate when he glanced up and saw a exotic looking student sitting at a table all by her lonesome near the window. Oh, she was like him and Lucien. Well, that meant she could be part of their group. It was never good to be by yourself on the first day of school! "Hey, Lulu, we should join that girl. She is by herself," he announced to Lucien before he went ahead and did just that without waiting for a reply. He put on a charming smile and a nod of his head when they reached Nefertiti. "Hello. Do you mind if we sit with you?" he asked and motioned to himself and Lucien. "I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here without company. The name's Theren Belvadeer, by the way. And this is my friend." Theren then pulled Lucien forward so he could introduce himself as well.

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Nimura gaped as one of the two other girls at the chaotic table actually started yelling at the Norrevinter. Why the girl had any notion to do so was utterly beyond the Hedlund’s comprehension. She had not been taught of proper bloodlines and the places between such- that was the only thing Nim could conclude. It did not seem that Kora simply crushed the smaller girl into obliteration though, which was always nice, for a white-haired boy had arrived on scene with some impressive words and even more impressive logic, seeming to have diffused the situation, making mention of the redhead having knocked over a smaller girl. She was glad to see that Kora had a good head on her shoulders, and wasn’t above taking responsibilities for her actions. This was no surprise, of course, as the Norrevinters were a noble clan of people, but the fact that Kora was not an exception to the rule was still reassuring.

In any case, the group dissolved in front of her eyes, as the fellow Scandinavian walked back with Tover to apologize to Tessa, the boy she had attacked earlier slinking smooth as silk after them. Who was he? A Sterling, right? He must have been, if the Norrevinter had assaulted him. Well, Nim was glad all was right in the world again, and the cafeteria chaos seemed to recede. She still needed to find a place to sit, though….

Peering about the room, she noted that more people had arrived- stragglers, or perhaps people who had just been enjoying some exploration before arriving on scene. Whatever the case, she noted a rather pretty and notably foreign individual- certainly foreign even for herself being from Sweden, what with this girl certainly being from the southern hemisphere of the world- sitting alone by a window. Perfect. Murra thought to herself, a content smile adorning her lips as she turned to walk over. On her way there, however, it seemed that two others had beat her to it.

Another white-haired boy- at least she thought it was a boy… actually maybe that was a girl- although this one with notably longer hair than the prior that had spoken up before, and one with lighter hair as well, bleached blonde. They look nice enough, plus the fact that they had had the same notion to give the lone girl company stood as testament to the thought. Nimura arrived on scene at the tail end of Theren’s introduction, the smaller one behind him, almost shyly so. A warm, gentle, but cheerful smile swept across her lips as she dipped her head in greeting to Lucien while Theren finished speaking. She blinked, eyes widening for a moment in surprise as Theren pulled Lucien forward, but the surprise was gone in the next instance, replaced with her prior content smile.

“Ah, may I join in as well?” She interjected in the small lull that provided itself in the short moments after Theren had finished speaking and during his pulling forward of Luce. Her words were quick, though, so as not to pull too much attention from Lucien who was just about to introduce himself, by the feel of things. She spoke with a Scandinavian accent as well, though notably different from Kora’s of course, since they were from two different locations in the trio of Nordic countries.

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Nef watched her tea get cold, briefly stirring it with a dainty silver spoon before looking out the window. The sun was making its ascent, as usual, and a faint smile graced Nef's dark-tinted lips as she thought of home- Ra, the Egyptian god of the sun, driving his chariot across the sky. She was about to give up on the odd herbal-scented drink when two rather feminine-looking males approached her table. One introduced himself quite politely- Theren Belvadeer, and company. She smiled.

"Please, sit down! It's such a ruckus over there, I figured a nice, quieter seat by the window might attract the right sort of people. It's nice to meet you, I'm-" Nef was cut off by a quick, accented voice belonging to a attractive Swedish girl. "Of course. I was just about to introduce myself to these fine gentlemen. My name is Nefertiti Anapa the third. Please call me Nef." Her face lit up with happiness- three new potential friends, and not part of the snooty, bloodline-praising group that appeared to be clustering in the middle. She'd heard the diplomatic speeches- or, attempts, at least- and figured that they were

"Just curious, what classes will you be taking? I'm pursuing healing and blood magic- funny mix, hm." Nef completely disregarded the chilly food in front of her and fixated her attention on the three mages in front of her. Belvadeer certainly rang a bell; she'd heard of it during the stuffy meetings and peace negotiations between southern tribes and families when she was younger.

"Theren, doesn't your family focus on secondaries? I've heard very little about these foreign bloodlines, please excuse me if my assumption is incorrect." Nef took a leap of faith in identifying the bloodline, hoping that it wouldn't be too rude for her to be so uneducated on the northern families of mages. Her family certainly was at fault with its own vanity; only bothering with other mage families to lord over them like pharaohs and dictate their politics like they were playing gods- which, in a way, they were. Two years of mundane high school had certainly knocked her down a few pegs- hopefully she wasn't too out of place with her dark skin and reluctance to associate with the rest of her family.

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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus
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Kora couldn't help but feel that Tover was putting too much stake in the whole thing. It was not as if anyone whose opinion mattered didn't already know what to expect. Some people truly got wound up about some small things. Still, he seemed well-meaning enough, and it never hurt to have people on your side. Especially when some of the students were so touchy.

Not so much with the Botrelle girl though, it appeared, who seemed pretty unconcerned about her trip.
"Yup. I'm sure. It was nothing personal, I'm sure you're great and all." Kora responded to Tessa, maintaining the good natured tone, though her newfound diplomacy was tested when the sister of the previous girl showed up. Still, she was doing a better job than her sibling at keeping things civil.
"Apology accepted. Sterling isn't concerned because this is how things are, and it's probably a good idea to..
"

She trailed off momentarily upon catching the exchange or Sterling passing the napkin, and Tessa's blushing. Her gaze moved over to Larke.
"Really? There is something wrong with you."

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At the end of the corridor leading from the cafeteria, the shadows cast into the alcove there began to ripple and warp for a brief moment, before Professor Kovalenko appeared. A few wisps of dark, inscrutable matter seemed to evaporate off the surface of her coat and coil round her boots as she stepped out, in time to pause in front of the retreating Jasper and give her a look of stony disapproval.
"Miss Monroe I'm not aware of anybody giving you permission to leave the cafeteria. Professor Lovette is going to be arriving soon to deliver some very important announcements and I wouldn't like him to have to repeat them all purely for your sake, so I'd appreciate if you returned to your seat. "

Her dark grey eyes swept up as she caught someone else about to exit.
"The same goes for you too Mr Coleman. Return to your seat. I don't want to be spending all my time acting as sheepdog for every student tantrum that takes place this year. So let's start as we mean to go on."
She made her way to the entrance as a brisk pace, pausing for a moment to shoot Cyrus and Dinah a look sufficient to cause the two to scramble inside and to the nearest available seat (the furthest distance away from each other that they could find at short notice).

From there she walked over to the figure of Montana, coming to a stop next to the man.

"They don't seem to be listening." the woman remarked, noting that his short speech hadn't made more than a few students set their food down and wait for some form of permission."Seems we're going to need to teach this the hard way."
Oren swiftly lifted one slender, gloved hand into the air and snapped out her fingers to their full extent.

A wave of frosty air burst out from the woman like a blast from the arctic wind, and within moments all the food and drink the students had been enjoying was frozen completely solid. Fruit juice sat inert and fixed to its glass, pieces of toast were left as hard and unyielding as paving slabs.

Satisfied she'd gotten people's attention, Professor Kovalenko spoke up, her tone singular and unwavering.

"I beleive Mr Montana was speaking to all.
In the future I'd highly recommend listening to what he has to say.
This is the first lesson you are going to learn here.
I'm sure that a lot of you are used to people doing what you say at home, or being able to talk your way out of having to listen. That isn't the way things are going to work here.
Each of us on staff has been appointed by the Council of the Eight Powers to train you in the arts of magic, and as we're acting on their behalf, nobody is above the rules here.
"

Her icy gaze lingered for a moment on both the ginger giantess and her silver-tongued nemesis, pretty certain today's incident was neither the last, nor the worst trouble those two would cause.
"Failure to listen to us, any of us, is going to result in immediate consequences.
Please keep this in mind the next time you choose to disregard what is being said to you.

Norrevinter, Sterling, consider this you first and your only warning to keep your fighting to combat class. Next time anyone tries something I'll assume they enjoy battle so much that they'll jump at the chance to spend their free time cleaning the combat equipment.
"
Norrevinter might have been the instigator in this case, though if Sterling hadn't done anything to deserve being tackled yet, he probably would have in the first few days, so Oren saw nothing unfair about applying it to both sides of their ridiculous fight.

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  1. Lucian is kind of adorbs. I hope he makes lots of friends.

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”I’m actually used to it.” Lucien smiled, because he really wasn’t offended by anyone assuming he was female. ”Back home a have a twin sister, but she isn’t a mage, but I look just like her even though she’s a girl. And I’m used to being called girl names, because her name is Lyra and since most of the time people mix us up I get called ‘Lyra’ a lot so okay. You can call me Lulu if you like.” Luce took a moment to regain his breath after speaking, helped along by his powers. He followed his new friend happily, not minding as he listened to the older boy speak with excitement and giving his own agreements as lacks of protest as he was led over to a table with a girl there.

The young mage eyed her as Theren introduced himself, going through prominent foreign families. Then ust as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted, but to his shock, not overshadowed. He again opened his mouth, but now the girl already seated spoke up and Luce again went quiet. The name – Anapa – registered immediately and he bounced on the topic without giving his name.

”Anapa?” he gasped. ”I’m honoured to make the acquaintance of one of the powerful Egyptian families!" Then he looked around at the three, did his best to ignore the chaos at his back through it was making him twitchy, and said, “I’m Lucien Magnaventus.” and offered a pause that was the end of his part of the conversation, or so he thought.

Nefertiti’s comment on secondaries engaged him again, and he looked up from his plate. ”If I remember correctly, the healing teacher’s other secondary is blood magic. It’s a smart combination because you can let more blood for your spells than a non-healer could. I want to take levitation and-“

Cold

The air passing through the cafeteria made him shudder, but it was the ice encasing his plate that made him yelp and abruptly release the thing, glass and ice alike shattering across the floor as the aeromancer turned red.

”I…I’m s-sorry…” he stammered in a whisper, unable to look anyone in the eye anymore. ”I-I was sur-surprised and I, um, it was, c-cold, and I d-didn’t mean to. I’m sorry…” Any progress made in bringing forth a personality was erased, turning Lucien back into a scared and stammering mess.

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  1. I like that you guys all got together ^^

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Theren looked up when he heard a voice speak up after his own introduction. It was a simple request and he offered a smile to the girl that had appeared. It looked like the small party of two had somehow doubled to four, not that Theren minded too much. It was nice to meet new people. He just hoped this friendly banter continued. He would hate for there to be any misunderstandings. He turned to his original target when she told the other girl to sit down and then introduced herself. Nefertiti Anapa III. So she was one of the Egyptian bloodline. One of the stronger ones if he was right. No wonder she looked so exotic. This school really had pulled bloodlines from everywhere. He wondered where the others were from. Though Theren wanted to go and visit far away lands, just meeting people from other places was just as good. He knew it would be a long while before he'd be traveling around to all the places he wanted to go.

"Hello to you as well," Theren greeted the second girl, his hand raising to press against his abdomen as he offered her a small bow. "I look forward to getting to know you as well. I am Theren Belvadeer," he introduced again, unsure if she had heard his introduction or not. "And who are you?"

Before Theren could focus on her, Nef asked him personally about his family line. He blinked a bit surprised before he gave a nod. "Yes that is right. My family focus on secondary combinations. And there is nothing for you to apologize for! I am honored that you know my family. I did not realize that our influence was so well known," he chuckled. He had already gotten quite the praise from Lucien after all. "I apologize for not knowing too much about your bloodline, save for the renown of the protective enchantments your family plies on objects." he answered. His eyes briefly began to wander on her form. Though he was as gay as a jay bird, he could appreciate her beauty. Her uniqueness probably played a huge part of it, but he loved staring at her tattoos and the contrast of their skin; his a pale peach and almost sickly compared to her rich bronze.

He was vaguely aware that she had asked them all another question and Lulu had begun his introduction, though his eyes then glued themselves to Nef's tattoos. Body art was always something he liked to study and he could see runes embedded in the design, instantly intriguing him. Before he could even remind himself this was the first day of school and he had wanted to try and be as polite as he could be to everyone, Theren put his food down and reached forward to grab her hand and ripped his glove off to start trailing the lines with his fingers to better see where the art ended and where the rune began. So enthralled was he by the lines that when the room chilled, he hardly took notice. It was only when Lucien dropped the plate that he realized he wasn't studying a book in the library. He blinked, his fingers pausing on Nef's upper arm. A flush crept up on his cheeks and he pulled away.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled, echoing Lulu's apology. "I got side-tracked by your runes." He looked down and saw the plate then and helped his friend pick it up and frowned, poking the food that was now encapsulated in ice. "What happened?" he asked a bit dumbfounded.

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Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus
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  1. Waves Aeromancer flag

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Nimura’s face lit up pleasantly as she received a warm response from those around her, the short-haired boy giving her a regal bow which just tickled her pink. So polite! He introduced himself again, and she nodded with bright eyes; his family name was only slightly familiar to her, for it was only the fact that the Belvadeer family focused on secondaries just as her family did that she recognized it at all. She was rather clueless aside from that. Nimura took a seat on Lucien’s side, setting her tray of food down on the table. With the introduction of the beautiful copper-skinned woman, she recognized the name immediately- the lesser countries in the world she was familiar with, for the famous bloodlines in them were few and very prominent. Not confusing and muddled at all like the thousands of families in Europe and the U.S. that always seemed to get jumbled up in her head if they had not some very special and specific trait that made them stand out. Her face displayed such, as a look of excited awe filled her features, directed at Nef.

Nim had expected to hear the voice of the smaller feminine looking male, but it seemed as though he had gotten cut off by Nefertiti’s excitement. She glanced in Lucien’s direction, but he didn’t seem to have minded. He did speak up, however, at Nef’s introduction, reciprocating Murra’s own feelings on the Egyptian bloodline. The long-haired boy then got to introduce himself, meaning that Nimura could also go ahead and introduce herself. He had a really sweet and pleasant voice, soft and unobtrusive. She liked it. Lucien Magnaventus, the name she did not know, though, judging by his last name, he was an Aeromancer. Her eyes lit up and she leaned sideways across the table in her excitement, looking at Lucien, ”Oh! I’m an Aeromancer as well, though I hardly know anything. I’m a Hedlund,” She explained, thinking, or rather hoping, that her family was well-known enough simply for the fact that they were so different from all other families in that their primary abilities were always mixed despite parental magic, so she hoped the name alone would prove ample reason enough for her lack of experience in the Aeromancy field. In fact, Nimura wasn’t sure of any other family having that sort of bloodline, or at least none that she knew of. Certainly there must be one or two others, simply for the sheer mass of families that filled the world. ”Nimura Hedlund.” She finished, introducing herself, “It is a real pleasure to meet your acquaintances!” Her lips melted into a close-eyed smile, her voice chipper and sincere kindness very apparent in her tone of voice. When she reopened her eyes, however, she was met with the sight of Nef’s arm in Theren’s grasp, the boy seemingly mesmerized by the tattoos. However, the action did draw Nim’s attention to the runes that seemed to suddenly manifest. They were really pretty.

She didn’t get a real chance to comment or even form much of an opinion on Theren’s actions, though not really fazed by it in any case, for suddenly a sharp chill ran through the room. It was not unwelcome, since Murra originated from a cold country and it had been a bit hot for her liking here, though it had surely grabbed her full attention, as it had intended to do so. She was unsure of where it had originated, but upon looking down and finding her food frozen, a sour look did temporarily mar her otherwise kind and cheerful visage. About that same moment, a loud crash sounded right next to her as Lucien seemed to have startled and dropped his tray. He looked as though he were about to cry, obviously quite embarrassed about it, and immediately she outstretched her hand to rest it reassuringly on Lucien’s arm. It had a confident air, though gentle, which she hoped he could draw his own sort of stability from. ”No need to apologize, it wasn’t really your fault. It’s perfectly alright. No need to worry.” A kind smile filled her face, and she shot him a confident little thumbs-up. Almost as if to strengthen her words, Theren easily and automatically picked up the fallen tray for the boy. Nimura pulled out the seat next to her so that Lucien could at least sit down. She patted the cushion in a friendly manner, sincerity and understanding in her eyes but also a very stark exuberance that simply shrugged off the supposed-offense like it were absolutely trivial flowing smoothly through her actions. She was far more concerned about Lucien’s well-being and comfort than some stupid ice tray that didn’t really end up bothering anyone anyway. In the same stroke, a woman’s voice spoke up coldly, almost as cold as the ice that had formed on their drinks and food items.

She spoke as if it made complete sense to justify her actions of freezing the food, almost as though they had done improperly for trying to enjoy it when it had quite clearly been laid out for them in the first place. The woman went on to talk about respect and listening skills, of which she wasn’t sure had originated from, as it had seemed everyone was obeying and being relatively civil about breakfast, aside from the understandable and to-be-expected feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings.

A girl from another table spoke up to comment on Nim’s concerns about the food, using logic and subordination to make her claim. She was polite about it, though firm. Already quite the adult, it seemed. She would probably go far fairly easily because of her outlook on life. Nimura returned her gaze to Lucien to ensure that he was all alright.

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  1. That all-over tattoo/rune idea is cool. Do want. :D Also yaaaaaay Aeromancers!

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Nef's face lit up as Theren confirmed her suspicions- hanging around Ramses has paid off, in a odd sort of indirect way. He'd talked about the European bloodlines so much that he'd been exiled in a way- most of the family turned away from him and muttered about the "north-obsessed white wannabe". Nef had mostly distanced herself from the brunt of the family anyway after learning how racist they were, and had learned a very helpful amount of information about the northern mage families from her brother. She blushed as the two clamored over her descent, almost laughing at how high last names were held in regard in these new places. Nef nodded as Lulu complimented her choice of secondaries. "Indeed. I believe that Blood Magic is an excellent pairing with Healing- one of my great-grandparents thought of it and was shamed for choosing a life-giving secondary- my family is so obsessed with dying you'd think they were pureblood Necromancers!" Nef hoped she'd used pureblood in the right context- interbreeding was such a norm in her family that pure descent was actually frowned upon. She'd been trying to learn the customs and slang of these mages. She nodded as Theren mentioned her families' protective runes- especially tattoos, as she noticed he'd taken a specific interest in. Her mouth quickly shut on a reply as he tugged off his glove, taking her hand in his and tracing the art. Nef was enthralled by his light touch- she hadn't felt the gentle physical contact of another in months, due to her family having ostracized her alongside her eldest brother.

She watched his pale finger move alongside her bronzed skin, about to inform him of the runes he surely knew along with the calligraphic whorls and patterns inlaid to add interest. She admired the work that Cairo had done- her younger sister had grown up blending in (better than Nef and Ramses, at least) and now held a high position in the family as not only a tattoo artist but an embodiment of Isis- the goddess of rainbows. Nef wanted to tell these students everything, to have a group of confidantes that she could stick with throughout the year. The clattering of the icy tray jolted both her and Theren from their thoughts, and he helped Lulu clean up as a powerful, severe woman began to speak. She glanced at her icy food, realizing that she'd violated some important rule- however, in the commotion of the Norrevinter and Sterling, Nef hadn't thought premature consumption of pancakes would be the first thing on the Professor's mind.

The Egyptian mage listened intently as some blonde, pale (as seemed to be the norm here) girl fired back at the Professor, and while she did make a couple of good points, Nef couldn't believe the nerve some of these mages had to disrespect the authority here in such a way. Maybe her high school experience had whipped her in to shape, but Nef was pretty certain that teachers were to be respected, even when they were the ones at fault. The girl who'd originally spoken up finally finished her lecture, folding her hands in her lap primly. Nef wasn't surprised when Professor Kovalenko corrected her. Nef flushed as she realized she must have missed someone speaking- the three mages at her table hadn't noticed either, so at least she wasn't being singled out at fault. Nef shot a supportive smile towards the nervous mage- Magnaventus didn't ring a bell, but her courses in Latin gave her an interpretation- great wind. "Aeromancers!" she muttered, and remembered that the Hedlund girl had also claimed Aeromancy blood. How did these mages keep up with all the bloodlines and magical abilities in their world?

Nef did feel relieved that her bloodline wouldn't impact her education, though- she didn't think her parents would be much help anyway.

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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus
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  1. -Slow claps- Madison is Fantastic. I'm going to Love Magic Theory.

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The neat, decisive click of heels against tile was hardly something to bat an eye at, nor was the appearance of another figure in the cafeteria’s doorway, surveying the situation with little visible surprise. In the face of the other teachers’ fairly notable appearances, Professor Lovette’s was fairly...well, mundane as he strode in, joining the small assembly his coworkers had formed within the lunchroom.

That is, if one was unable to determine the teacher’s gender, and didn't come to the appropriate realization that the combined Pyromancy/Theory had decided to go to work today in a freshly ironed business dress and lipstick.

As he crossed the last few steps to reach his fellow professors, a slight, easy smile touched his lips, and he began to eye the students more fully from this new position. “Now, let’s not go scaring them off right from the get-go.” Madison’s voice did little to help discern his sex- mellow and soft, much like the instructor himself. “It is their first day, after all, and they might not recognize their teachers immediately.”

Madison turned, then, facing the crowd fully. “With that said, however, while the food was indeed intended for you, from what I gathered, the reason Professor Kovalenko performed this little exercise was because quite a few of you were not paying attention to Professor Montana, or choosing to ignore him. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for today and believe that you hadn’t heard or noticed him, but in the future, I expect everyone to pay full attention when any instructor speaks to them- regardless of whether or not they have a class with said teacher.”

He paused a moment, waiting for the last remaining heads to face him, then went on. “Here at Marchand, we will operate under a system of mutual respect. I understand that for many of you, this is a brand new experience, and you might already have begun to form differing opinions on us. However, as Professor Kovalenko pointed out, you will be staying here until the end of your semesters. It will make things much easier for all of us if you simply follow the rules put upon you, and stay reasonably polite throughout the year. In return, I’m sure that several of us will be much more agreeable.”

At the last word, another change in temperature swept through the cafeteria- unlike the frigid breeze which had announced the Aquamancy teacher, however, this one was pleasantly warm as it passed through the room. The glitter of ice that had coated the plates and bottles melted, the meals reheated- save for a pile of frozen stuffs scattered across the floor. Much easier to clean up than melted syrups and the like.

“Now, then. I would like to introduce myself as Professor Lovette- while I am the Pyromancy teacher, I also happen to teach Magical Theory, so you will be having me regardless of whatever magic you control. I ask that you all finish your meals as quickly as possible, tidy up, then grab your things and follow me to the library for an assembly. If you continue to have private conversations and stay here instead, keep in mind that I will not stand in the way of any punishments that might come as a result.”

He stood silently for a moment, assessing the crowd of students before him, before suddenly tapping away to one of the small alcoves within the cafeteria. Madison lingered there for a moment before leaving, walking to one of the tables instead of his previous spot in the center.

“Here.” Smiling gently, Madison propped a broom and dustpan against the table, allowing it to be grabbed by whoever wished to do so- seeing as the maker of the mess seemed a bit too rattled to hold the objects without dropping them. “Once you finish cleaning up, just put them back in the closet.” With that, he spun on his heel, and returned to his old position to wait.

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Toby Schippers Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedland Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Lucien Magnaventus Character Portrait: Jasmine Sayge
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As the Cryomancy-wielding Professor ceased her (slightly alarming) presentation, Dawn remained the picture of an attentive student- back straight, eyes focused, fingers wrapped around the edges of the table to keep from busying themselves with some other action. Quietly, however, she found herself noting just how...well, unique this bunch of teachers seemed. While she was in no real place to speak on the matter of public education- having been tutored at home ever since she could hold a pencil- she hadn’t been expecting for the teachers to freeze their food as a method of getting attention. Or make it seem like she had spilled milk all over the papers as a test. Or, in the case of the blue gloved stranger, speak in a vaguely cryptic manner.

But if they had truly been appointed by the Eight Powers, then as the professor had said, there was nothing to be done about it. Besides- if they had gotten their authority from such a high place, then they must have been chosen for a reason. So she sat silently and waited, then glanced back at her company once the dialogue was finished.

“So, Larke, huh?” She pressed her back against the chair, smiling slightly. Tessa’s excitement really was infectious. “He’s definitely cute. I, um, do agree with Desi, though- be careful with him, okay? He’s got a bit of a reputation of being a heartbreaker.”

As Tover returned, Mitch in tow, Dawn scooted her chair over a bit, making a bit more legroom for the new member of the table. “Well, I’d say we’ve fulfilled our minimum quota for feminine interactions for the day. We just need to have a few words about high heels and miniskirts later, and we’ll be set.” She said nothing of the short burst Mitch gave, acting as she hadn’t heard it. Instead, she returned the smile (although she doubted it would be seen) and waited for the others to introduce themselves.

“I’m Dawn,” she said simply. “It’s good to meet you and, ah...” Her eyes wandered over to the purple insect creature that had jumped onto the table. “Sorry, um. Does your summon have a name? I know some people don’t like giving them names, so I don’t want to, um, make assumptions or anything.”

She didn’t bother moving her plate out of the way when Apple trotted along, snapping up what was left of her food. It was mostly just a mess of frozen syrup and crumbs at this point, anyway, so it wasn’t too great a loss.

Shortly after Desi had explained who she was texting, she had risen, and began to ask some (very good, in her opinion) questions from the professors. The Cryomancing teacher gave her very blunt response, and before the exchange could continue, another teacher had entered- another woman, by her appearance and the way she held herself. This professor- who introduced herself as Lovette- was a bit more...gentle in how she explained things, and went on to request that everyone finished up and prepared to leave.

“Well,” Dawn turned to the rest of the group, “I’m guessing they won’t be asking us twice.” She gave a soft sigh, gave a mildly sheepish smile, and gathered up her things. She made sure to check the map before putting it away- the library was just across the hall, which wouldn’t be too hard to remember.




Upon seeing several of the students get to their feet, Madison beamed, pleased, and walked to the cafeteria’s entrance. “This way, everyone,” he chirped, casting a look over his shoulder to make sure nobody was planning on wandering off (unlikely, given the fact that most of them wouldn’t know where to go anyway, but still a possibility) before pressing forth.

To say that the library was a bit “large” would have been a severe understatement- while it was only one floor high, it certainly made good use of the space provided. Shelves lined the walls, appearing full to bursting with various novellas and tomes despite taking up most visible wall space. Even with just a passing glance, one could easily tell that the bookshelves managed to reach the ceiling- made accessible by a winding of stairs that extended to a sort of balcony of sorts, where one could both browse and look down at the people below as they did so. Beside the staircase itself were a pair of smaller shelves stacked with magazines and newspapers, respectively.

Positioned around the room so as to not get in the way of any visitors were a collection of small tables, desks, and chairs, which were clear of any and all objects or debris- save for the occasional desktop computers here and there, and a collection of papers clipped together on the receptionist’s table. Both floor and walls were composed of some sort of polished, rosy wood (walnut, perhaps), although the floor was also partially hidden as well by a wine red rug. Cone shaped lamps provided a warm light easy on the eyes, and the smell of paper and ink was fresh in the air.

Overall, it was rather welcoming.

“Here we are-” Professor Lovette was cut short by the sight of two certain other coworkers. He paused, face lighting up with something as warm as the library glow- albeit somewhat restrained. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop the genuine smile that spread across his face.

“Hello, Professors Byrne, Schippers.” Then, to the latter, “It’s good to see you. I hope you didn’t have any trouble getting settled?”

And that was all that professionalism would allow for the time being.

Turning to face the gathering of children once more, Madison clapped his hands together, gathering any attention that might have gotten to roving around the new area. “Anyway. If you would all please take your seats- the assembly will be starting very soon.”




Dawn’s gaze had been among the crowd that had started to drift about, drinking in the environment with wide eyes. Just like the exterior of the building, the place held a certain class to it. The decorations were lovely, and while she wasn’t quite able to see the spines of the books surrounding them, that didn’t change the sheer number of the things lined up everywhere. She took little time in settling herself into one of the larger tables set up around the room, and, setting her bags beside her chair, waited for the teachers to begin.

And also continued her little perusal of the place, of course.

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Dami smiled at his fellow teacher, rolling his eyes. ”Give me some credit, Derrick, I know not to favour Desdemona, and she knows it too. It won’t stop her from trying, though. And she might have a point about food waste, even if she could have said it better, and expressed her concerns more politely.”

The phone beeped off, and Dami slipped it into his pocket, walking and talking. ”But really, why? I know adults who are scared of Oren Kovalenko, with good reason, why does my daughter seem to think she could take her on? And they’ll already be intimidated if they have any sense.” he said breezily. ”Some of the mage world’s most well-known fighters are teaching, that isn’t a reputation to take lightly. Even if some children don’t seem to have put the pieces together just yet.”

Dami adjusted the fall of his cloak over his shoulders, the deep blue material glimmering as if with stars. Being a necromancer meant a lot of unexpected cold drafts; he’d learned to always dress for them instead of dealing with sudden goosebumps every time a relative popped in to say hello. ”I do think this will be good for them, though. The primaries are always well taught, but the secondaries are hard to know what to look for in a tutor. Though I’m not looking forward to dealing with different skill levels in necromancy either. Do you know the verdict on the power reading proposal?”.

During the planning for the school, one debated topic was as to whether or not the students should be put through some form of test to determine the size of their power wells. Dami had either missed the final decision or one hadn’t been made yet, and he didn’t know when he could next ask. However, he never did get his answer, as they entered the library then, and approached the rest of the staff. Dami took a moment to compose himself, then smiled as he went to join his colleagues. There was a stereotype about necromancers, one as ridiculous as the one about terramancers always wearing green or tricksters being compulsive liars. Being blond, bright-eyed, nearly always smiling and favouring rich blues or reds over black meant that Dami looked nothing like the image most people got when thinking “necromancer”. But that was of no importance compared to what the man could do when wielding his powers. Smiling brightly, he took his place, observing the future students.

And the plenty of ghosts mingling in the crowd. Ancestors had come out in full force today to see their descendants off to school.

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  1. Okay, posted for Luce, and I have a request. Could one of the people sitting with him take the time in their post to write along Luce coming to the library with them? I'm giving permission here, as I couldn't work it into my post, so just a note that he follows them when they do move would be nice, thank you <3

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Lucien fell into the chair almost without seeing it, trying to curl in on himself with his hands in his lap and his shoulders hunched. ”I didn’t mean to…” he murmured quietly. ”It was an accident, I’m sorry…” his voice grew quieter with every murmur, the words and actions of his companions falling on blind eyes and deaf ears. Lucien hated doing things wrong, it was that simple. People weren’t kind to mistake-makers, especially ones with nothing else going for them, and he was here to make his family proud, not a laughingstock. His hands clasped each other tightly, almost painfully, not that Lucien cared. He probably deserved it, he’d already messed up, coming here had been a mistake…

A teacher came up and Lucien withdrew further, because This is it now no one will want to be my friend and everyone will just remember me as the stupid kid who couldn’t even hold onto a plate but the lady only left them a dustpan and headed off. He didn’t understand why they were delaying – maybe they didn’t want to get off schedule? – but lunged for the dustpan anyway, eager to undo as much of the mistake as he could, but his hands were trembling and he couldn’t even get a grip on the handles of the cleaning tools.

”I can’t hold it…” he murmured softly then finally looking up, only to see that the others were more concerned-looking, not jeering or filming or anything of the sort. He took a deep breath then, trying to relax his irrational fears. He was being insulting by assuming they were the worst kind of people every time he got scared. He wasn’t going to get tortured, he’d get a detention or something but it would be okay.

Breathe. he reminded himself, then looked around at where the students were starting to file out as his hands slowly stopped shaking.

They couldn’t eat without permission, he’d have to remember that.

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Theren listened to the teachers as Professor Kovalenko lectured the crowd about eating when not authorized to. That was why she froze the food? That couldn't just be the reason. Considering this was the first day of school, Theren had to assume all of this was a power play. She was establishing herself as top dog; showing just how powerful she was so the students would fall in line. His eyes narrowed as he tried to commit her face to memory. He was really going to have to look her up in the professor notes and then the internet. As Theren put his frozen food back on the table, another professor came up and defrosted the food and drink. Another display of power. Theren looked up at the second professor. She was cute and seemed nicer than the ice queen. He was a bit surprised when Professor Lovette came by their table to drop off the broom, but he felt worse for Lucien. Poor thing was shaking like a leaf.

"Lulu, it is okay," he said softly. He reached out to place his hands on Lulu's to help them stop shivering. He gave him a bright smile. "You don't have to worry so much." Theren then bent down to clean up some of the mess. He set that aside and looked at his plate. Sure they all just got yelled at for eating but he was fricking starving. He hadn't had breakfast since they had been informed that breakfast was going to be provided. And they were all going to the library now which meant they weren't going to be eating for a while. He reached over to his plate and quickly snatched up the 3 bacon strips Professor Lovette had reheated. With bacon hanging out of his mouth, he pulled his bag over his shoulder and tucked his books into the nook of his arm. Only then did he start nibbling the food. He turned his attention to his little group of friends then.

"Well, I guess we should head to the library. It looks like if we don't hurry we are going to get left behind," he mused. He debated a moment before he stuffed the rest of the bacon in his mouth to wrap his free arm around Lucien's neck to pull him closer and start walking with him. He didn't want Lucien to fall behind. He was already a frightened rabbit and he didn't want him getting in trouble for some stupid reason. He needed to find a way to get Lucien to not be so afraid of his own shadow.

As they began walking, Theren glanced back at the two girls. "Distractions aside, it is a pleasure to meet you both. We make an interesting group. Two aeromancers, a rune caster, and a blood-healing mage." They were diverse and similar enough to at least have some classes together so they wouldn't be alone, no matter the primary. "Nef I would love it if we could share our knowledge about blood magic. I am actually really interested in blood magic as my second secondary. No one in my immediate family uses blood magic so I haven't had the opportunity to learn, outside of reading some books about it. And what are the secondaries you guys pursuing?" he asked Lucien and Nimura. "My other secondary is shadow step."

And it was at this time that they made it to the library. It was now far too crowded for Theren to be comfortable. It was stifling. He had liked the library when there was few people in it. His eyes quickly locked onto the professor table so he could get a glimpse of all the instructors and his eyes landed on one blond teacher specifically. His heart fluttered a moment. Damn. He was hot. He caught himself staring a moment before he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat to get his mind elsewhere. "Where um... where did you guys want to sit? All the tables look kinda full."



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Seraph gave a small sigh of relief when Drake told him that he didn't have a problem with him sitting down beside him. The first half of the awkward greeting was over. He could start relaxing. He set his things down and settled down in the chair as Drake introduced himself. A little more consciousness now, Seraph pushed his bangs away from his face as his father had advised earlier so Drake didn't think he was trying to hide or anything and gave the man his full attention. His eyes widened however when Drake mentioned that he was new to mage culture and that regular humans had raised him. That was incredible! A smile lit up his features then and he sat forward at the table to try and get a little closer.

"Wow! You were raised by non-mages? That is neat! What was it like growing up with them? And you didn't know you were a mage at all? Then how did you know about the school and stuff? Was it like the Harry Potter books where a letter came in the mail for you and and and then you found out that you were a mage? How did your family react to you being a mage? Do they know?" Okay maybe being a little excited had been an understatement. "Do you know what your primary is? Did anyone explain that stuff to you? I am still pretty young so I can't help much but I think it would be so cool to discover your magic! I kind of always knew so it really wasn't a fun guessing game." All of his moving around ended up with his hair in his face again, but he ignored it this time around.

"And you won't offend me! I don't know much about family names yet either so I don't know much about yours," he reassured. He was kind of happy that Drake didn't know about family names either. The two of them could start off fresh without worrying about status and name importance. "Non-mages don't think their last names are important or do they?" he asked. Realizing he was probably coming off too strong and asking too many questions, Seraph sat back in his chair and flushed. "Sorry. I am just excited." he murmured. He hoped Drake didn't stop talking to him because of his exuberance.

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It seemed that Lucien did not hear them, as he suddenly closed in on himself in his chair, truly looking as if tears were just about to spill over and dampen his cheeks. A sincere look of concern filled Nimura’s face, and she frowned, pained to see Lucien, her friend and simply fellow human suffering in any way, shape, or form. She felt a strong urge to rub his back or offer up some other form of physical comfort, but she refrained from doing so, afraid of startling the boy further or making him more uncomfortable. He probably wouldn’t have noticed in any case, if his missing of their words and actions hadn’t already provided enough evidence for such a conclusion. Murra held her hands tightly in her lap, leaned slightly in Lulu’s direction, with that worried look still ever present on her lips and in her eyes.

A rush of warmth whirled through the air, tingeing chilled fingertips and melting cold breaths, resuscitating the frozen food back into its prime, the warm, comforting smells of pancakes, syrup, and bacon once again flavoring the air. With it came a very similar tone in voice, as a new teacher came on scene. She was terribly pretty, with kindness and warmth radiating from her in both the literal and figurative sense. The Pyromancy professor- that made sense. Polite but stern, logical but compassionate- understanding. Nimura really liked her, so she was delighted to learn that this teacher covered Magical Theory, meaning that she would be her teacher.

Looking down at her plate and suddenly sensing the pressing of time, Nim quickly forked some food into her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste and fluffiness of her pancakes and the rich crunch of the bacon. As she did so, the teacher who had just spoken up came to their table with a broom and dishpan, offering it to whomever would take it to pick up the fallen tray and food items. So perhaps they did care about it having happened. Nimura felt it to be in poor taste, almost reinforcing the idea that Lucien had made a grave mistake that was currently being frowned upon. However, upon looking at the white-haired boy, he seemed eager to correct his mistake, but seemed taken aback and ashamed once more when he discovered he couldn’t even hold the cleaning tools. He took a deep breath and collected himself, and the mess was taken care of.

They would need to leave soon to head to the main orientation at the library, but in the meantime, Nim turned to look at Lucien, glad he was doing much better. ”You didn’t get the chance to eat. Did you want my other pancake, Lucien?” Her Swedish accent intertwined with her words, making them sound carefully chosen and slightly foreign in her mouth, but in such a way that gave a sort of cute, try-hard impression. She smiled sincerely, motioning to the other pancake that was left on her plate. ”Feel free to decline though, if you’d like.” Another closed-eye smile, and she took a sip of her drink.

A little time later, Theren spoke up, suggesting that they head to the library then, lest they be left behind. Nim grinned and nodded her agreement, pushing her chair back and getting up, grabbing the trays around the table while Theren threw an arm around Lucien’s shoulders, goading him along to walk beside him. Nimura brought up the rear, as she had dropped their trays and glasses off along the way, wiping her hands gently on her pants and smiling brightly, happy to just be here and eager to soak in all the sights and emotions. Theren made mention of their group’s diversity, and she simply nodded cheerfully in agreement. Ter seemed to be the appointed leader of their group, and Nim happily followed after him, letting him take the lead in terms of conversation and the likes. She was much too busy looking around with wide eyes anyhow.

When he turned his attention back to Lucien and herself, asking them of their secondaries, a delighted look filled her features. ”Certainly Familiar Conjuration, since that is what my family is famous for, but I’m also pursuing Illumination. Though, if I can have it my way, I hope to worm my way into any and every class I can on my off days.” A wry little smile pulled at her lips then, positively brewing with energy and perhaps a bit of mischief. ”I really want to learn as much as I possibly can while I’m here, even if it means not necessarily being able to wield that knowledge in a physical manner.”

They continued to make their way to the library, and, upon arrival, Nimura was, as expected, totally taken by it. It was so large! So much knowledge! She had a strong inkling that she would be spending quite a bit of her time here. It was very open, with many windows for natural reading light, warm colors to encourage learning and comfort, and many locations to settle in and immerse oneself into a good tome.

Theren asked where they would like to sit, and indeed, many of the chairs were quite full. Nimura hummed quietly, gazing around. ”I don’t mind wherever we sit; we could even find a spot on the rug, or even the floor. It makes no difference to me.” She smiled brightly, allowing the others to make the decision, ”We could join others at a table too.” She added as a sort of afterthought, gazing about the room and greedily taking in the new surroundings.




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Irritating… mercilessly irritating. The well-built German man pulled at the pristine white and tight collar hugging at his throat, barely loosening it with his fingers. It wasn’t even so much the suit that was causing this agitation- far from it, though it did aide in this whole mess. It certainly didn’t help that he nigh never wore suits in the first place. He clenched his fist, fingertips digging into the skin. How had he been talked into doing this whole thing again? Narrowed eyes slid to the wall as he walked down one of the many hallways of the main building, dropping his other hand from the tie and collar and tilting his head back and forth, soft cracks sounding as he stretched his neck. Drey ground his teeth- he hadn’t been in such a position in ages, and why he had put himself through this torture, was beyond him. Flabbergasting, honestly. So vexing a situation this was, that it actually showed on his face. A deep-set frown and furrowed brows, Dry let out a deep huff of air before tightly and sharply tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves, straightening and setting them perfectly against his wrists in one furious motion. His nostrils flared before he came to a simple halt.

Draivess crossed his arms and simply leaned against the corner of a window, head turned to gaze out of the clear structure before him. His eyes raked harshly down across the grass, across the bark of trees, but eventually it slowed, softened. Eyes tilted up to the heavens, sky bright but still dotted with some dark clouds off in the distance from the recent rain, a different sort of frown now lingered on his lips, devoid of that prior, poisonous anger. Instead it was now pained, eyes melancholy. His hand slid along the corner of the surface in front of the actual windowpane, before fingers started tapping aimlessly on the flat of said surface. With another huff of air, he turned his head from the window, staring instead at the floor now.

Why, why, why was he putting himself through this? An endless hell, to be sure. ”Tch.” He vocalized, but let out a defeated sigh shortly after, features softening before his entire face went blank, any previous emotion seeming to slip right off. He straightened his shoulders, face level and form easily displaying confidence, even if he didn’t necessarily feel it. It wasn’t as if he felt the opposite of it now, though, either. He felt nothing, steeling himself for having to appear in front of other people. So many other people. It wouldn’t do to dwell on it. Besides, now that he gazed down at the watch on his wrist, he realized he was going to run late if he dawdled like this any further.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers, Draivess continued his walk down the halls towards the library, not particularly fazed by the looming of time despite having noted it only moments before. As he neared the place for orientation, he did not seem to notice any of the other students, or at least did not even slightly bother to look towards any of them, simply slipping past them with pristine silence. Not a single sound echoed from his footfalls, and his attention was completely focused on the back wall where the other teachers were gathering. They all seemed to be there save one or two. Honestly, he didn’t particularly care. He did not look at the others, did not meet any possible gazes towards him, did not greet them or share in their excitement for the first day. Drey came to a stop at the front of the library, turning then but still not looking at any one particular person or thing. No, his gaze was currently fixed up on the balcony railings. He stood a notable few feet away from all of the other teachers, who seemed to be grouped quite closely together, chatting animatedly. He stood in stark difference to them.

He was emotionless, face utterly void of any sort of hint as to what he may or may not be feeling currently. However, his body language was a bit stiff, displaying obviously that he was a bit out of his element to anyone who might be paying particular attention to him. In the next instance, he moved, crossing his arms lightly and tilting his head down to look around at the gathered student body, figure seeming to relax into the action. With the movement, tight sleeves were pulled back a few inches, revealing a tiny bit of the ink that stained his wrists.

Upon looking at the many young faces displayed before him, and quelling the rising discomfort that threatened to spill over and make him do something he would no doubt regret in the presence of his peers and colleagues, the answer to his previous question presented itself.

Ah, yes. Duty. That was why.

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Despite the initial clamor and difficulty that had come with breakfast, things seemed to have smoothed out relatively well. The students had filed in and taken their seats as requested (among them was a batch of new faces that could be recognized as the late arrivals) and what stragglers that hadn’t yet entered the library were few in number.

The Pyromancy Professor was quite pleased. Hopefully, things would go much easier through the later parts of the day.

“They are quite the bunch,” Madison smiled. “It seems like this will be a very interesting semester, if what they’ve shown us is any indication.”

It didn’t take long for most of the missing professors to join the gathering- many of whom remained silent throughout, all of which Mr. Lovette greeted with a curt nod and a smile- and, deciding that the library held almost all of the students, was about to announce to official beginning of the assembly when a girl approached him. A particularly small, flustered-looking girl. Face knitting up with concern, Madison lowered himself to better meet the student’s gaze. Concern soon grew into surprise, and surprise grew into bewilderment.

“Well.” Clearing his throat, Madison straightened up, pulled out his phone, and began to scroll through it, occasionally peeking over at Jesse and giving a small nod before continuing. “Well, miss...Smith, yes? It says here that you’re registered here as a Terramancer, with full permission by your parents.” Frowning, he turned the screen towards Jesse, showing a formal picture of the girl with all necessary details listed below. Once he was sure that she had read through it, Madison turned it back, then slipped it back into the folds of his skirt.

He stayed silent for a few moments longer, lips pursed in careful thought, and, after shooting his fellow staff a particularly lost look (and checking to see that the girl wasn’t cracking up with laughter at some kind of joke and still seemed completely shaken), put on his best comforting face and lowered himself once more. “Ms. Smith…” Madison began steadily. “Have you ever read...Harry Potter? The main character, Harry, well...he was a wizard for all his life, but didn’t know it until he was invited to Hogwarts, yes? Well, I’m afraid you might be in a...similar circumstance. Your parents were mages, and so are you- but for whatever reason, they chose not to inform you of that.”

A pause, so as to let the information to sink in, before continuing.

“Now. I understand that this news may come as a...bit of a shock, if you truly didn’t know, but I assure you that it’s the truth. I would show you another example of magic, but as we’re in the library, I’m not quite sure it would be the best choice. I’d be more than happy to escort you to the clinic after the assembly, if you need to take a moment. Hopefully, this meeting should clarify a few things up for you, first, however.” Offering another gentle smile, Madison stood, then went to rejoin the other teachers at Skylar’s prompt.

A quick flick of a switch swallowed up the room in darkness, and another flick lit it up again- albeit with a much more weak, timid light offered via a projector and screen. Nodding to himself, Madison stepped close to the glow, casting odd shadows across his face.

“Now that everyone is settled,” he said, “I would like to begin. As you already know, my name is Professor Lovette, teacher of Pyromancy and Magical Theory. You will be attending Marchand for the next semester, during which it will be our job to educate and provide for you. Regardless of who you are, what social standing you come from, or even your family line, you all will be treated as equals here. You will face no bias from your professors- but as a result, you must follow the exact same list of rules.” Madison paused, clicking a button on the side of the projector and causing the screen to light up with text.

“While you should have received the list when you arrived, I will go over it now, so there are no misunderstandings in the future.

With the exception of any prescribed medications, no drugs are allowed on school grounds.

Boys and girls are prohibited from entering the other's’ dorms.

On a related note, sexual activity of any sort is prohibited.”
Madison paused, suddenly, eyeing his audience. “While I understand that many of you will form relationships while here, understand that we will be performing random dorm checks often, and it would make things much less unpleasant for everyone if you all kept from being a bit...too intimate.

“Arrive to class on time.

Do not break school curfew.

You are forbidden to leave campus, with the exception of school mandated events.

If you happen to have any personal firearms or weapons, please check them in with Professor Avalon or Professor Byrne to be approved.

No summons are allowed within class, with the exception of Familiar Conjuration.

No reckless use of magic of any kind.

Fights are also prohibited, save for any instructed by Professor Byrne.

Lastly, please show respect to your peers, as well as your professors- no matter background, ethnicity, sexuality, and so on.”


All of this was spoken with a clean-cut formality, hinting that the little speech had been rehearsed several times before its official delivery. This was reinforced by the decisiveness which Professor Lovette stepped from the light, hands folded behind his back. “Now, if my fellow instructors would like to elaborate on any of the restrictions?”

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Toby made a concentrated effort to make eye contact with each of the professors as they entered, and smile with a half nod.
Just about all of them looked like some manner of badass, except maybe the Moore necromancer, the blanched young woman (hooray; a professor probably younger than he), and Madison, though Toby knew looks to be deceiving on that front.

Oren's quiet, sarcastic comment about a great start to the year didn't escape Toby. He tried hard to pretend it wasn't directed against him, and tried harder not to tense as she sat beside her. "I'm sure it will be looking up once everyone is into the swing of things," he said lightly.

This was fine.

No it wasn't.
She sort of terrified him.

When Madison had finished his rundown, Toby adjusted his crisp while collar with a fluttery hand. Time for introductions and such. To get it over with, he stood to his full, not insignificant height. Even staring several heads above the seated crowd, he managed to feel little.

"Hello. I just wanted to elaborate a bit on familiar policies. I'm Professor Schippers, by the way. I'll be t - teaching Runes and Familiar Conjuration this year, and I look forward to seeing many of you in - class. Ahm." He tried not to let his eyeline linger on any face for more than a second. That way he couldn't have time to read what any of those faces said. "As Professor Lovette said--thank you, by the way--all summonings must be either unsummoned or left securely in your quarters during any period except Familiars, and be properly restrained or trained so as not to disrupt other students or their property, unless you have prior permission," he added, he hoped offhandly, not wanting to embarrass or put on the spot the only student in the room who had such permission. "You're welcome to have familiars active during free time. If you do have a c - complaint about a c - classmate's or roommate's familiar, you're welcome to speak with me during office hours to work out a c - compromise. So. Thanks."

And he sat down with the relief of a drowning man breaking the surface of the sea.
Cursed be the letter "C" today.

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Draivess lent his shoulders a bit of rest, rolling them back gently as he held his crossed arms resolutely. He gazed about emotionlessly at all of the gathered students. Really just looking at them for the sake of something for his eyes to do, though truthfully he was also assessing each of them, mere seconds holding analysis and opinion of a whole handful of students at a time. He gave a cursory glance to the other teachers, searching their faces for any sign of them actually starting any time soon. Madison looked as though he were about to say something, when a quiet voice spoke up, interrupting the cross-dresser. Why Mr. Lovette dabbled in women's fashion was rather beyond Draivess, but it was not as though he were going to be asking.

At the student’s explanation, Dry quirked an eyebrow. Was this student for real? She really had no idea that she was a mage? Drey could have scoffed with disbelief had he not been in front of hundreds of students at that moment. His face remained blank as always. This girl was going to get steamrolled. His gaze slid away from the two, tuning out Madi’s words as they weren’t relevant to him. He could only pray that the small girl would be in neither of his classes, for gods knew he wouldn’t have the patience to deal with her skittish nature nor her absolute lack of everything that pertained to them and their entire world.

The room suddenly darkened, but Drey did not shift his position in the slightest. He already knew what was happening; he had been briefed on the introductory lecture earlier. Lovette went through the list of rules, having obviously practiced it beforehand in order to deliver it to perfection on the day. It showed a high level of professionality and a sharp respect for the job he and the other teachers were doing here. Dry kept his gaze solely on the sea of students before him, lips a stern, straight line, but no malice or irritation showed in his features. He wanted to see how the students responded, but for the most part they remained silent, some nodding while others just kept their focus on the front of the room. At least they were paying attention.

Mad’s voice filled the room once more then, asking if any of the teachers had something to add to the general rules. Of all of the teachers, it was Toby who stepped up first. Drey was a little surprised at this, since from what very little he knew of the man-- and of all of the other teachers for that matter-- he had seemed to be somewhat shy and subordinate. He had expected another to take the lead, but perhaps the smaller man had managed to gather up his courage and didn’t want to take the chance of losing it with time. Nonetheless, the man still stumbled and stuttered a bit throughout the speech, but that seemed to just be something to expect with Schippers. Draivess couldn’t help but glance over towards him when he finished. The man looked utterly relieved, seeming to confirm Drey’s suspicions about courage. He was glad that the little teacher had managed to get through it with so few bumps.

However, as Toby finished and sat back down, Drey waited for another teacher to speak up, and fully expected this to happen. Yet, he waited… and waited… and waited. Was no one really stepping up yet? It seemed as though they had left Toby hanging. In reality it had not been too terribly long since Toby had finished, but it was getting to the point where they were quickly approaching a sort of awkward silence, about 20 to 25 seconds later. Drey did not bother to look at the other teachers during this, simply keeping his arms crossed and looking forward at the students. He really didn’t want to be the next to speak, in fact had planned on going sometime last, but he was not about to leave a colleague hanging, or, furthermore, let any student think that they didn’t have full control of the situation or were even hesitant about this introduction.

So, Mr. Ulftern stepped forward with absolute ease, confidence and comfort very apparent in his body language. It gave the very strong impression that they had intended for the small lull, had let the seconds pass by in order to instill the seriousness of Familiar matters, had used the time to look over the students and ensure they understood. It had not been a time to become lax in attention. After all, almost every aspect of what they were teaching was dangerous, and every single one of them should be taken with the utmost seriousness and respect. Failure to do so would result in injury or death, and gods knew Draivess had enough of both for six lifetimes, whether in sheer number or lasting effects.

”Draivess Ulftern,” His voice rang out with strength and poise, demanding the attention of the students there as he introduced himself. There was no mistaking him for a man who wasn’t in charge. He didn’t seem to be particularly fazed about peculiarities with his name either, having purposely left out any ‘Professor’ or ‘Instructor’. In even his first words, his German accent was very pronounced, but it was clear and concise, easily understood and not hindering him in any manner of getting his point across. ”Levitation or Poisons? You are mine.” His voice was rich and full, but still it was clear that English wasn’t his primary language-- thus the strange choice of wording. ”My English will not always be perfect, but it will not be problem.” The expression of his form was so confident that indeed, surely there would be absolutely no reason for any student to find a problem with communicating with him. He almost seemed bored as he said this, as though to intone that ‘duh, of course it won’t, why would you ever think it would?’ in both the smoothness of his voice and the command he seemed so easily to wield over himself and the room while he held it.

The muscled German leveled his gaze specifically at the students then as he continued, ”Toxins will not be practiced outside of their specifically marked locations unless otherwise stated with supervision.” He shifted his posture lightly, uncrossing his arms and standing comfortably. ”I expect full respect to be given to mineself and my colleagues, and full attention imparted upon all aspects of teacher-student meetings and classes.” He was driving this particular rule in sharply by repeating it—it almost seemed directed at a particular white-haired student who had gotten up to go and interact with a very late arrival sometime between Lovette and Schipper’s speeches-- before moving his gaze and adding, “You’ll find me terribly disappointed if that’s not the case,” Draivess spoke this part as if he were giving a little pout, though almost with a playful smirk. He finished that thought then with, ”And absolutely unmerciful.” Any coyness about his prior remark dropped with the tone of absoluteness coming in when he completed said statement here. Strong, direct, and no room for negotiation in the things he had stated during his introduction. With a curt nod, he stepped back and slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, having said his part and now allowing the next teacher to step up.

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"Catch up later?" Toby asked, and Captain Byrne gave a brief nod of affirmation as the students began filing in. Some, she picked out based on their distinctive family features or prior meetings: Sterling, Fox, Anapa, Botrelle, Avalon, Sayge, Belvadeer, and a few others. Kovalenko and Lovette were speaking to her. Some late-comers filed in. The remaining teachers, too.

A dull ringing began whispering in her left ear as she took her seat, and passed to the right.

The blind girl from the roster made herself immediately apparent, judging by the small monstrosity curled around her chair. It would be a problem for combat.

The smell of copper rushed through Maeve's nasal passages just as the lights went out, and the taste of it coated her tongue in a sudden and slick burst.

Her hand shot out to grasp the seat of Professor Kovalenko's chair beside her for a split second and then-

Nothing.

Professor Byrne's eyes locked onto a table of students she had been formerly only glancing over, pupils growing wide with a wildness only accented by the head of fiery red hair fuming out behind her. If the Belvadeer boy were to turn to look at his combat instructor, he would find her staring at him (or perhaps through him?) with a predatory intensity. Under the table, the fingers of her left hand curled and uncurled at her side, in a rapid and inconsistent rhythm. The rest of her body was rigid, muscles coiled like some great, orange lioness ready to spring.

She remained like that, staring directly at the boy, for the entirety of Lovette and Schipper's speeches, as well as the long pause that followed them. In fact, her stare did not break until the tail end of what Draivess was saying, at which point it dissolved with a series of rapid blinks and a shiver of her back.

Her grip on Kovalenko's chair disappeared, and her eyes moved over to Mr. Ulftern.

She didn't know much about the guy: Curt in staff meetings; had a high collaborator death count in the war. Generally not her first pick of Defenders, to be honest, but she wasn't on the hiring committee.

Pretentious bastard.

After taking a hard swallow, she pushed her chair back and stood. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in forward toward the class, fists knuckle-down against the table as she shamelessly let it be known that she was inspecting them.

"Captain Maeve Brigid Byrne," she said, her vowels clipped sharp and bright by an unforgiving Irish accent, "Captain Byrne, Professor Byrne, and 'sir,' are also acceptable titles." As she straightened up, the now-unbuttoned collar of her shirt shifted to the side for a brief moment, revealing the top edge of a black-inked tattoo peeking over her clavicle. "I'll be your instructor for combat and Aeromancy, so every one of you in this room will be seeing me for at least one course.

"Considering that, it will serve you well to know that I take this quite seriously. You will be handling firearms, swords, daggers, and the forces of bloody nature itself, so if you've got an issue with taking instruction, you're going to have an issue with passing my course. I am not your Mommy, your friend, or your nursemaid, and I will not 'go easy' on any one of you without a very, very good reason.

"That being said, if you have any such reason, you may fill out the form beside my office in the gym by the end of the school day. If it is not filled out, I will assume you are fit to take full-force hits in combat as of tomorrow."


As she finished speaking, she rolled one shoulder so that the joint gave an audible crack, and then took her seat.

"I'll assume I'm understood."

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Dami watched both Toby and Draivess speak without much outward response. He had heard of both men before, had not been aware that they would be his coworkers, but now was not the time to ponder. Maeve, on the other hand – she was hard to miss, and said her piece very characteristically, he thought. Very much like the woman herself. He stepped up next, drew his cloak over his shoulders, and released into the room the cold aura of a practising necromancer, the whispers of the dead rising in his ears.

“I’m Damien Moore.” His voice was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes and on his lips as he looked around the room, letting his cloak fall open again as the chill faded. “I will be teaching Necromancy and Healing, and I can assure you of a proficiency in both, no matter what is said about their conflicting natures” he flippantly gestured with his fingers, then moved his hands to his hips. “I’d also like to address the rule on sexual activity. You are all young people and undoubtedly, some of you are rather curious about sex and are thinking this will be a good testing ground for your newly discovered urges. A word of advice, don’t. A vast majority of you are the heirs and heiresses of powerful lines. Your parents will undoubtedly be most displeased if you become too entangled with one another. In addition, Marchand School of Sorcery has a full disclosure policy in regards to parents knowing their student’s health. If by some twist of fate we end up with a pregnancy, all parents and family heads of both involved students will be invited to the school. At lunchtime, they will be congratulated on their upcoming heir and the future union between lines. Everyone will know, and carelessness will receive no aid from staff. On the other hand, if someone can’t keep it in their pants and forces you into unwanted sexual contact, report to professor Avalon immediately. There is no tolerance for completed or attempted sexual misconduct, or false reports of such. The slighted party will be allowed to design and inflict a creative punishment within reasonable limits after an adult trial by the Council of Eight Powers has been completed. Those of you without reputations, don’t get involved. You will not fare well if your romance is anything less than fairytale perfect.”

His eyes flashed in the dim lights as he looked around the room, making eye contact with students to ensure they were paying attention. Dami was more sympathetic than most when it came to youthful sexuality. That did not, however, mean he wanted to deal with the scandal it could bring, when young people were too curious and things got too serious, too fast. They had a job to do here, and dealing with future generations younger than 14 was not on that list.

Satisfied with his speech, he once again smiled brightly, enthusiasm flooding his voice. “I look forward to seeing you in my classes! Welcome to Marchand!” he greeted, and spun, cloak swirling dramatically, ending up back in his place, and looking pleased to be there.

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Once it was his turn, Skylar, who had been waiting patiently until every teacher had gone, stepped forward now. He looked over the students, observing each of them, their reactions, their physical strengths and weaknesses, before allowing a smile to touch his lips. He had the smile of a magician, a gleam that held back tricks, secrets, and wonder. As he went to speak, his voice projected through the room at a leveled and unalarming volume.

"Greetings, students of Marchand. I hope you've all begun to settle in by now. It's almost time to wrap up this orientation, but first, allow me to introduce myself. For those of you who chose Illumination as your secondary, you will be having class with yours truly. I will, however, primarily be teaching Trickery. My name? Professor Skylar Oliver, pleased to meet you."

The man went to tip his beret and give a small, theatrical bow, then suddenly, he disappeared.

"To finish off this orientation," his voice rang out from the right side of the room now as he walked a few paces, seemingly having been there the entire time, "I'd like to elaborate on a few final rules. As we are your instructors, I would like to remind you that we are trained to help you succeed here at Marchand. And as such, I suspect we will do certain things that you won't fully understand. Whether it be freezing your food or performing false illusions, please know that we have a reason for everything we do and always have your success and education in mind."

Once again, Skylar disappeared. This time his voice rang out from the left side of the room where he now stood.

"That being said, students are not granted the same leniency over their magic as we are. You are to keep the use of magic down to a minimum while outside of class. Anyone using their magic to harass, prank, blackmail, threaten, or injure their fellow students during leisure hours will suffer severe consequences."

The professor disappeared one last time, having actually been in the back of the room throughout the entire length of his speech. He made his way through the center aisle of the room now, speaking up, "If you witness misuse of any magic, or fall victim to it, please report to one of the instructors so that we may deal with the problem. This is a very serious issue and the ill-use of any magic will not be tolerated here at Marchand. If you need any more clarification regarding what is acceptable or unacceptable magic use, be sure to ask myself or another instructor. My door is always open."

He reached the front and turned to face the students, letting off another broad smile. "Now, does anyone have any questions regarding the rules presented to you today by our faculty?"

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“I’m afraid that questions will have to wait for now.” Striding out of the darkness, Madison pressed a button on the side of the projector, snuffing out the steadily wavering glow and leaving the library in complete darkness (save, of course, for the spotlights of students who had been fiddling with their phones throughout the presentation). The blackout remained for a few moments as the professor groped for the switch, and, upon finding it, a soft “click” rang out before light was restored- far stronger this time around, courtesy of the cone-shaped lamps scattered around the library.


Stepping away from the mammoth of a machine, Professor Lovette’s gaze once again cast down towards the watch around his wrist, then up again in order to properly meet his coworker’s eyes. “They’ve put us on a rather tight schedule, unfortunately- and, besides,” smiling, he turned towards the collected audience, “I’m sure that our students would like to get settled as soon as possible above anything else, if their restlessness is any indication.” Hands clasped, Madison strode to the library door, where he once again turned to face the gathering of teenagers- some who were just creeping out of childhood, faces still fresh and open, others with a brand new powdering of stubble across their jawline. All young in their own ways, and many sporting various shades of displeasure or bewilderment.


“Before we show you all to your dorms, however, we will take some time to properly show you around Marchand. While we are walking, feel free to ask Professor Farran about any of the blood wards scattered around the building- and thank you for your very gracious offer, Professor Farran- or any of us regarding any questions you may have in regards to the rules or such. We will be more than happy to respond.”


While that wasn’t entirely true, per se, the offer stood regardless.


After waiting for the crowd to once more gather their things and prepare to follow, Madison gave a slight nod to himself and stepped out, making his way down the hall. The corridor wasn’t really all too much to speak about- there was a bulletin board with a few flyers already tacked onto the cork; a trash can painted with stars and planets in a replication of space; posters with a variety of cheerful, encouraging messages; vending machines and water fountains. All things one would find in a “typical” school, and nothing particularly noteworthy. Nevertheless, Madison was not silent, chattering pleasantly as the group travelled.


“As most of you have already been to the office and cafeteria, I won’t bother reintroducing them to you- however, I would like to point out to those unaware that the office also serves as the location for the infirmary. In the event that anyone is injured, becomes sick, or anything of the sort, you are to report there as soon as you can, so our nurse can give you proper treatment. If, for any reason, the nurse is unavailable…” Upon reaching an intersection in the hall, Madison paused, tapped his finger against his bottom lip, then smiled and ushered the students down the right path.


“Sorry about that,” he hummed. “Had to decide which side to show you all first. Anyway, as I was saying, if our nurse is unavailable, keep in mind that all professors have first aid training. In addition, three of us- Professor Moore, Schippers, and myself- are accomplished Healers, so you may go to any of us for medical assistance if necessary.”


By the time he had finished speaking, Madison had led the little procession to a set of double doors, made from what seemed to be carefully polished mahogany. While it was difficult to properly see out to the other side, what with the glass being glazed over, it was still quite clear that it led outside.


“This is one of my favorite parts of campus.” Face bright with unrestrained eagerness, Madison swung both doors wide open and stepped out, moving to the side to allow the students a full view. “Welcome,” he said, “to the West Wing.”


The world beyond the door had been ripped straight out of a fairy tale, where the air was heavy with warmth and honeysuckle, and flowers were woven in thick lavender curtains. Directly outside was a covered wooden (this one being carved from walnut. It seemed that the Marchand builders had loved adding a more rustic feel to things) walkway, around eight feet wide and stretching around the entire diameter of the courtyard- for that’s exactly what it was, a courtyard, filled with life and dotted with the occasional statue here and there. The walkway had what seemed to be a fence around its border, as well, preventing a person from leaving wherever they wanted (unless, of course, they chose to vault over the fence for whatever reason). At the center of each side, the fence opened up in gothic archways, which led to a set of stairs down.


The steps themselves led to a stone-brick pathway, which went straight to the core of the yard, and intersected with the three other trails around a classic fountain. As Madison left the walkway and onto the path, more and more details became visible. Trees were dotted along both sides of the stone, from which the curtains- a tangle of wisteria and honeysuckle, that explained the smell- could dangle freely. Between the trees were simple granite benches, and, beyond them, one could spot several flower bushes, the occasional statue dotted here and there, and, on one side, even a small pond with a few lilies.


Above the entire garden was a large glass roof.


Madison came to a halt a few feet away from the fountain, where he only stood at first, face turned up to the sun. After a moment or so, he sighed- stretching his arms high above his head, then letting them fall back to his sides.


“Lovely day, too,” he noted. “I think we should take that as a good sign.” The Professor took another long, leisurely breath, then, contended, gestured to one side of the courtyard. “In the West Wing, you’ll be able to find the classrooms of Professors Moore, Schippers, Ulftern, Montana, and Oliver. The East Wing- which I will show you after touring the first floor of the gym- is where you can find the classes of Professor Kovalenko, Farran, myself, and Avalon. Professor Byrne teaches her courses in the school gymnasium, and you will find Professor Kovalenko teaching her Aquamancy courses there as well.” Madison paused, then added, “Well, more specifically, at the pool within the gymnasium. But we’ll get to that shortly.”


With a clap of his hands, the Pyromancer was off once again- heels pat-pattering along the flat stone, then the wood of the walkway, then stilling altogether as another door was swung open, kicking off the next part of the tour.


Compared with the compact nature of the library, and the detail put into the courtyard, the gymnasium seemed almost bleak in its openness. The walls were empty of any decor- save a few water fountains jutting out from the brick- and the floor was sterile, freshly waxed tile, with a few bright blue strips of tape marking certain positions and areas around the room.


“All of the equipment is put away for now,” Madison explained. “However, once classes begin, I assure you that there will be plenty more than there is now. To the left is the boy’s locker room, and the right is the girl’s. That door leads to storage, and the one over to the side leads to the East Wing.”


His hand lifted, pointing up to a balcony that, unlike the library’s before it, was not suspended. Instead, it was as if someone had taken the upper half of the walls, leaving a chunk that just so happened to also serve as a convenient passage about the gym. Like the library, however, it was lined with fence- metal instead of wood, but a fence nonetheless. Stairs led up to the opposing sides, then vanished high into the roof, tucked under the palate of some great creature’s maw.


“From the stairs, you can reach the common room, where you will be spending most of your time outside of class. The pool is on the roof, so we’ll take a look at that first to save time. Oh- but before we do, however…” Brushing off his blouse, Madison opened the next door- he had migrated some time during his little point-around- and peered outside. Unlike last time, he didn’t stamp outside, but it was still clear enough from a look that the East Wing was, while not identical, was fairly similar to the West in design. Instead of a stone path, however, it was completely brick. The trees were red maple, the benches were wood, and, filling the courtyard with their brilliant warmth, were hundreds of tulips the color of fire. They nodded lazily in the autumn breeze, politely greeting the new guests with the uttermost courtesy. Madison held the door open for a few minutes, allowing the students to get a proper look, before slowly pushing it back into place


“Let’s keep going,” Madison said gently.


The pool was in the same shape as the gymnasium itself- empty, save for the large pool in the middle, set up with markers at different points to mark depth, a few lights, and the safety equipment found in every pool in the world. What made up for the absence, however, was what could be considered the roof of the roof. Where the walls ended, glass began- thick, reinforced sheets that allowed you a magnificent view of the sky above. Madison preferred the place at night, himself, but said nothing about it as he started to usher the students back down the stairs. Couldn’t be planting any ideas in their heads, after all.


Then came the common room.


It was obvious that when the room was originally conceived, it was intended to be just as organized as the library was, the way the courtyards were- the rest of the building, really, that matter. The wallpaper was a deep, easy-on-the-eyes green, the floor a rich cherrywood. However, anything after that point is where any pretense of sanity left the room, hightailing it better pastures somewhere else.


A kinder person would call the decor charming.


Someone less so would call it hard on the eyes.


An interior decorator would have a heart attack on the spot three steps into the room.


No matter which category one fell into, it was obvious that the furniture didn’t quite sit well with itself. It clashed horribly in style and texture, quality and age. A plaque fastened to the nearest wall offered some kind of explanation for this atrocity.


“We here at Marchand give our sincere thanks
For the generous funding and donations
Provided by the families listed below.”

From there on, if one was well-versed enough in the identities of magical families- even a few- one could accurately place a name to the pieces, fitting together like some Frankenstein puzzle game. There was a set of furniture made from genuine animal fur and sinew, animal skulls glaring down at whoever dared to go near them, pelt rugs, and several tapestries bearing what appeared to be a sky wolf brawling a group of bears below- all of which were a dead ringer for the Norrevinters. There was a substantial amount of brand new luxury goods, ranging from couches that seemed far too expensive to even look at the wrong way, to a set of wall-mounted televisions, and even a few game systems. Sterlings, most likely. While the other families weren’t at all short on funds, the casual spending of donations told quite a bit.


There was a tired looking, recently stitched couch that smelled strongly of death and Febreeze, along with a scuffed up mini-table with a shrouded figurine of a woman sat upon it (a woman whose skull was bared, painted and grinning). Ciervos. A set of lap desks stacked up in the corner- Avalons- ,a set of leather seats, and a few polished tables and shelves. All of Italian make. Memoli. A pine writing desk and chair from the Pelacours, a pure white couch from the Moores. Another tapestry from the Magnaventus, starring numerous dead lineages.


The names went on and on, and with them, the differences in assortment. Notably, the Sterling and Norrevinter styles appeared to be the most numerous within the room, as if the families had gotten into a kind of quarrel over who could donate the most- which, given their histories together, didn’t seem all that out of place. It was unclear who won, exactly, but it seemed that that was the biggest source of the conflict in design.


“The common room,” Madison announced. “As I mentioned earlier, this is the area where you will be spending most of your time outside of class. You are welcome to use any object here during your free time, but please be careful with them. Everything here was donated to us, and it would be disrespectful to the families if you took their gifts for granted.” He gave a brief pause, allowing the words to properly sink in. The silence lasted for a few moments before he broke out in another smile, swiped a remote from the nearby table, and powered on one of the TVs. Upon the screen was “DORM INFORMATION” in bright font, followed by a list of names, and a variety of numbers to go along with them.


“As you might have guessed, the numbers mark the dorms you will be staying in throughout the semester. The name- or names, in a few cases- are your roommates. I would suggest that you get well-acquainted with them during your time here.


“The dorms are also marked by your families’ crest, but in the case you are unable to find where you are staying, please ask one of us- it’s our job to help you, after all.” Smile widening, Madison replaced the remote, and moved to the center of the room. “You’ll find the entrance to the girl’s dorms on the right, and the boy’s on the left, much like in the gymnasium. With that in mind,” Madison abruptly pulled a sheet of fabric from the wall, revealing lines of keys pinned beneath.


“Go get yourselves settled, everyone. Unpack, meet your roommates. We’ll come get you when it’s time for lunch.”

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"I'm Minori. Thank you for the food" The “you’re welcome” Tover thought of didn’t slip out. Thrown off by the small grin before Minori quickly wrapped her arms around him in a brief hug. "Thank you," she’d whispered before letting go. His automatic responses had left his lips like clockwork, but this, this was a wrench in the gears of the factory and the foreman didn’t know what to do.

He’d gotten as far as getting the heads up her name was Minori, and that he’d made a good call with being inviting. The sudden hug made his world spin and twist, still feeling the lingering sensation of pressure that tingled on his skin after she’d let go and devoured the avenue of opportunity he’d provided her.

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

He didn’t mind this.

The feeling of a thousand eyes all stabbing him in the back? He minded that. With a clench of the hands, Tover went straight to tie-fidgeting and straightening up into a half turn so his shoulder was aimed at the speaker. His eyes couldn’t help but take the moment to flicker to Minori. She’d gotten settled. End of the Line. Now what was this lumbering mountain of German-accented bricks all about?

It was so difficult to see in this half-light, eyes forced to squint. Sure you could see some, but details were made entirely of backlit grey. That was more than enough to catch the more-important-than-thou gait, strut, and stance. Tone? What? What was with that sudden change in general feel in the air?

You didn’t need to be an Aeromancer to feel that the vibe just got noosed. Mr. Lovette spoke with a kindness and softhearted intelligence. Someone you’d trust to vent your frustrations and bothers to. Schippers was a substitute teacher getting his first real chance at a real job. Or at least that’s what it felt like. General demeanor said smart cookie. Definitely still in the ‘Teacher’ bracket.

Not this.

What the fuck was this.

”Draivess Ulftern,”
Okay. An introduction. Why the iron tone? Something felt weird here.
”Levitation or Poisons? You are mine.”

If there was a way to make an enemy out of Tover. Telling him his agency and will didn’t matter was a surefire way to do it. There was only one person who could step on him like that, and he wasn’t interested in a repeat performance.
A breath was taken. Maybe not what was meant?
The first inklings of discomfort had settled in, a frown plastered on his brows and general expression. The inkling went to blaring dangernoodles when he got leered at straight on, after which the sense of discomfort flatout altered to agitation.
“I expect full respect to be given”
Well brick house over there was going to have to deal with being terribly disappointed, because that’s not how respect works, and outright demanding it was not the way to foster it. It was however, definitely the way to.. what.. holdon. Did I hear that right?”

”And absolutely unmerciful.”
Tover’s face went from solidly agitated to defiantly shocked. Threats? Why the hell are *Teachers * threatening students over something.. so..so..
No. It wasn’t just the line delivered. It had been –How- it was delivered. With a sense of absoluteness and cemented rigidity a competent teacher would never develop built right into the words. There was no wiggle room. No room for opinion, argument, or growth. There was Ulftern’s Will, or there was nobody.

Tover felt cold. Unwanted and cold. Not that it was cold, just that the pleasant warm fuzz from earlier has just been eaten away. He hadn’t been wrong, and the little hope that he might have been iced over and felt crushed under a boot.

Conclusions on initial reactions came swift. Unless that thing calling itself a teacher proved to be otherwise, he wanted nothing to do with that guy. Anything or anyone that desired to step on his will with that kind of absolute intensity, deserved only his hate. He’d figure Telekinesis out himself if there was no other teacher.

He needed to sit.
Pointless.
He coulden’t move, much less get back to his table.
Emotions were rooting him to the spot. Internal pangs and tingles of sadness, anger, restraint, and the inability to do that last one burdening his heart and his head. There was only standing there, and watching, and hope that had been an anomaly.

-

"Captain Maeve Brigid Byrne"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Tover sat on the God-Damn luggage. Emotions were still spilling over the floor in his head trying to scrape all the papers they spilled off the floor. Then quietly receded when dread slunk its fingers around the corner of the main hallway.
The same introduction style, but this one was “Captain.”

"I'll be your instructor for combat and Aeromancy, so every one of you in this room will be seeing me for at least one course.

Oh dear god.
Tover wasn’t religious. Atleast. Not yet? But was the Majority of the staff here Military? The pattern became a possibility with how this turn of events suddenly played out. Also another one with a strong accent. Irish? Irish. The hair alone had enough grit in it to fell a small tree.

He’d be seeing her at minimum Twice. At least she didn’t outright demand respect, just a title and that she was.. well. Captain behavior. The allowance of a way to wiggle out was unexpected. The rest wasn’t as much as a shock after the prior presenter. Obviously not in the teacher bracket, and she dealt with his useless primary to boot? The sarcasm oozed out of his voice.

Grand.

-
“I’m Damien Moore.”
“I will be teaching Necromancy and Healing.”

Tover didn’t know rainbows could give birth. Apparently he was wrong. Moore’s way of being didn’t actually bother him, rather what kept being said in this presentation was. This was starting to feel like oppression. Even if they didn’t mean it the way he heard it, it was My way My way My way. I demand your respect, I demand your attention, I demand you not put your fingers into the puddle and cause trouble.

He’d been interested in healing before. He was considering not going with the idea of shadow step. He didn’t know much about some of the secondaries, so aside from levitation they were fairly fluid.

He wanted to fly, after all.

The enthusiastic and boisterous welcome felt like a dismissal more than an actual welcome. There was no cape fancy enough to twirl or swirl dramatically that did not make him feel unwelcome and unwanted.

Don’t mix bloodlines?
Then you shouldn’t have put them all together.
It was moot. He was just agitated and venting at nothing. He hadn’t even though of significant others or anything of the sort until that uncomfterable-ass speech by the flamboyancomancer.

-

Tov shoved off the luggage and got up after rubbing fingers over his temples some. He had a headache. The feeling of being rooted was fading, now if ever was a good time. Atleast until the cafeteria frostguard stabbed him with a mental icicle.

"Are you all quite finished talking and handing out food?

Oh Come on.

Tover didn’t think his stomach could sink much lower. Not one, but two daggers in his back just because he didn’t wanted someone to feel unwelcome. What kind of garbage school was thi… Oh. Some gears turned.

Not a school?

The thought lingered as Kovalenko spoke her due. On top of that, she taught SS? So none of the things he was actually interested in learning was being taught with someone able to see him as a person. A bit of a harsh initial judgment, but Tov wasn’t feeling the best right now.

Wall and Lock wards.
Magic security.
Sure.
Are we even surprised at this point.

The sudden twist to different professor was unexpected.

Oh it was the one with similar-looking hair. A Professor Farran. Who.. sounded like it walked off the exact same boat Mr. Schippers had. A temp that became a full hire? Teacher bracket. Didn’t Iron-Fist unlike the other few. Blood Magic was several degrees of not his thing. About on the same level on necromancy for things he wanted to keep at arms length.

-

Avalon was up next. Kept it cold and quick for a man who taught history. MWI had some interesting notes to it, but he didn’t think it was going to be for him. Had it just been really really quiet?

Survival needs trumped emotional discord when everyone in the vicinity just up and completely changed patterns. Suddenly there was movement, action, panicked faces. Why no sound. Nobody was making sound. No. Nothing was making sound. Where did.. Kovalenko? No. Although she set the precedent for teachers using mass-scale abilities to prove a point.
Kov. Cold. Aquamancy.
Lovette. Warm. Pyro.
Avalon. Silence. Trickery?
Nothing else he knew of could tamper with sense data.

Oh he hated it. He hated it bad.
Reliable information was a prized and touchy subject. At the same time, the ability to deny it to others was a delicious little cookie that he wanted access to. Alas. Useless Aeromancy was his poison. At least he’d Fly one day.

Sound returned. Tov had stood there with hands in his pockets. Looking around not bothering to talk or try and test it. Evidence aplenty. Plus he had some personal discomforts keeping him preoccupied. The threat was rather moot. It wasn’t the point.
Avalon was another non-teacher with the ‘my way or the high’ way vibe. Another example of strong-arming, another nail in the coffin.

Tov had a headache.

He was getting tired.

Not physically tired.

Willpower tired. It was all just too much of the same from the place he wanted nothing to do with, sans military. All that happened is a change of flavor.

Another ‘teacher’ took stand.

-

Oh. Janitor in a suit man. Sure. Could not be much worse than the par the field had set.
There had been no inspiring speeches so far, maybe he’d be pleasantly surprised.

Had there even been a shining light yet? No, forget shiny light. A candle. Something. An illuminant source of ‘it’s not as bad as it looks’ to keep holding onto.

Madison.
There was Madison.

The introduction was cut and dry enough. But of course for what purpose do hopes exist aside to be shattered. The pattern holds and actual despair set in at the words.
"Around this school is a force field, maintained and monitored at all times by entities within these halls."
"Any tampering with these force fields is a level five offense."

Cage.
They put everyone in a cage.
A cage with locked doors, barred hallways, strict militant lecturers and teachers, a school schedule with not a single common teaching topic on the list, where everything done not according to the jailors will was a punishable offense. What was it that had been said earlier?
”And absolutely unmerciful.”

Yeah. That.

Tover felt like misery.

This was a Military Academy or a Jail. Or Both. This wasn’t freedom. This was a concentration camp with a friendly name, shiny lights, and a cutesy reason for people to get tossed here. Aside from the other students he’d met this place was a copy of what he was trying to get away from.

His heart sank and eyes dulled. Fingertips buzzed as if his digits had fallen asleep. The feeling wormed along his arms and down his spine.

Another teacher. The show wasn’t done.
He was vague aware of his butt sinking back onto the luggage. When’d he get back here? Oh who cared.

-

Right. The asshat at breakfast. Already didn’t like h..where did he go. The theatrics were entirely unappreciated after that tirade of tyranny. Tover was on a mental edge and this was pushing his feet off. Avalon had made his brain ring with panic but this was just a bitch move.
You are to keep the use of magic down to a minimum while outside of class.
"If you witness misuse of any magic, or fall victim to it.”

Wow. He knew he disliked the guy, now he just had more reasons as Skylar vanished and reappeared in differing areas. Completely throwing off his already run ragged sense perception. Frenchie was doing exactly what he was telling the students not to do.
Why? Aside from rubbing the salt in. Professor Oliver vanished again.
Quit. Doing. That.

A pang of pain his the side of the front of Tov’s head. He didn’t want to be here anymore. His perception had faded, his head wasn’t dealing well with the slew of misinformation and he needed sleep. So. So much sleep to get over the utter cascade of new things that happened today.

It didn’t add up and his head was reeling. Was most of the staff military? Because he’d met military war-veteran teachers and they were nothing like this. What a member of his own family had said on the matter was still burned and hard-coded in his head, and that view was currently being challenged.

A war vet does not go "I own you, Pipe down, STFU and listen to me you dumb little babies."
A war vet goes "You are what my friends died to protect. You are what I suffered to keep alive. Your eyes are innocent and shiny and I hope to god I can do whatever it takes to keep them that way and get you ready for what's to come in a fashion that doesn't put you through the hell I had to go through. Because I wish that on no-one, and never will I ever treat you like anything less than the hope of my universe. I'm going to be tough on you. But I don't give a damn that I don't know you because asfar as I'm concerned the children of my fellows became my children too. Because they talked about how much they loved their kids, and then they died protecting them. I refuse to lose my humanity and not see that through for them, that is not only the least I can do, My heart wouldn't forgive me if I didn't see this through. The war is over, by -MY- war is not, and these kids are my redemption. I am fucked. I am broken. I have suffered. My future is gone and my Life is in shambles. I will never tell you to your face, but you are my everything."

The world just sort of.

Faded.

Madison spoke up.

The voice stood out.

The exact things she was saying were garbled, but enough of the basics got through for the general gist.

She’d asked for questions? He had them. But not the heart to go through with it right now. He just felt empty, and trapped, and cold right behind his sternum.

-

He was in the crowd during the tour of the facility. Tover looked, but didn’t see. Concentration didn’t really come back until he was face to door with the Tyto Alba family crest. An oddly simple carved nameplate was next to it, No Crest. Fox.

He’d been on autopilot most of the trip. Cyrus Fox had been the name in that list back there, he thought. It didn’t really occur to him that’s what the list had been for until he pushed the dorm door open.
Oh. Beds.

Tov just walked through, sat on one, and did the essential action of falling face first into the pillow.

They’d be summoned for lunch? Okay.
Naptime.

How are you getting through this Tov?


He didn’t much have an answer to his own question.

Did it matter if he got through it? Did others even see or feel the same thing he felt?

If they didn’t, then. Good for them to not have this bother.
If they did..

How would they get through it?
They’d need something to hold on to at the very least. Something positive.

Madison.
He mumbled into the pillow.

No, no it wasn’t going to be enough.
How does someone that feels they don’t matter get out of the hole.
You need a ladder?
Someone has to throw the ladder.
Person that throws the ladder also has to be something you want to go towards.
Something warm.
Something shiny.

I don’t matter.
But nobody else has to feel that way.
Not if I can do something about it.

What have you been doing all day tov?
You’ve been tossing ladders.
You tried something different and something new because you didn’t want things to be the way they always were.
People saw you. People categorized you.
Hell, two of the staff directly snapped at you because you were doing the very thing you believed was the right call.
Who cares if it wasn’t the choice –they- liked. It was the choice –you- are okay living with.

Make the choice that you can live with. Even if you don’t think much about the living bit right now.

There might be someone in the student body that’s a shiny light.
Someone to hold on to. Someone to see and go “I don’t got this, but he’s gonna catch me.”
I can’t take that chance and find out there is no-one.
So what are you doing Tov?

If there is nobody around to be a guiding light, I will kindle myself, and hope my dim flame brings a bright sun to bear.

If I can set the precedent, then even if I fail. Because I’m expecting to fail at so much while I’m here, as I just don’t know squat. If I can be the first push of the kindling, someone more capable will pick up the torch.

Get up Tov.
Get. Up.
Not from the bed.

You can’t take care of you as you are now.
You need help.
Be someone worth helping.

Just be you.
You can do this.

Light that torch.

Tover sat up after having ground his face amply into the pillow. If his eyes had gotten wet at all, the evidence would have been wiped. He took a stern, deep breath. Then two. Then Three.

His headache was still present. He still felt awful.
Day wasn’t over. More to do.


I have a roommate to meet.