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Professor Oren Kovalenko

"Hope for the best, prepare for the scenario where an angry pyromancer attempts to melt your face."

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

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Full Name: Oren Dariya Kovalenko

Nicknames/Aliases: Professor K., The Robot, The Snow Queen, Elsa (If anyone wants to antagonize her).

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Primary: Aquamancy (Cryomancy specialist.)

Professor of Aquamancy, Cryomancy and Shadow Magic

Secondaries Shadowstep, Blood Magic.


Description: : Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, grey eyes. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion.

She often wears black fingerless gloves and a dark blue duster, sporting a small grey band on the arm with an oval and concentric circles pattern laid in black print.

Oren is usually seen wearing black eyeliner, and a look of general humourless disdain.

An accomplished shadowstepper, Oren has learned how to move quickly, gracefully, and economically, and makes her way round the school with the stealthy surefootedness of a wild cat, and the pitiless piercing stare of a hunting owl.


Personality: A lot of people who know Oren have compared her to a robot. Except she is a robot programmed to hate you. The aquamancy professor is antisocial, unempathetic, and has very little sense of humour.

She holds everyone, including herself, to unreachable standards and is quick to express her contempt for people due to their inability to meet them. She either has no sense of tact, or has chosen never to express it, as she has no issues with insulting others, including students within her classes, and has a highly caustic mode of interaction which is sure to rub some the wrong way.

Despite this, it's clear that the woman is highly intelligent and very dedicated to her work, and puts a great deal of effort into educating the next generation...even if her methods are a little bit controversial.

The general view held in the student population is that Professor K is good at what she does, but is kind of....scary. She is quite inflexible when it comes to enforcing the school rules, has no issue meting out some kind of punishment for infraction, and to make it more intimidating is often doing so alongside Professor Byrne (something that has resulted in some slightly inappropriate graffiti about them in the ground floor bathroom.)

On top of that she rarely ever seems to sleep, as she can often be seen stepping out of the darkness in the early hours of the morning from...wherever she came from.

Skills: -Very adept hydromancer. Oren tends to specialize particularly in cryomancy, or ice manipulation, and is experienced enough that she can form ice simply out of airborne moisture, rarely leaving her without any form of weapon.

- Oren is one of the most experienced shadowstep users on site. She is able to step in an out with near as much ease as strolling through the courtyard, and seems to be capable of appearing most anywhere. This tends to keep students on their toes and prevent them from being too quick to speak ill of the professor.

Weaknesses: - Oren has very little in the way of social skill, and tends to quite easily upset people.

-Oren cannot materialize ice or water in very dry air, meaning she will struggle round widespread fire or in very low humidity.

-She cannot stand unwarranted physical contact and is likely to lose her cool if grabbed or held for any length of time.


Brief History: Oren Kovalenko was the (very much illegitimate) daughter of Emil Kovalenko, a prominent and well known hungarian aquamancer. The birth of a bastard child was a disaster for the (married) mage, and her presence was the source of rumours and ridicule. As such, the young Oren did not have the most affectionate or understanding upbringing. She was pushed very hard for intelligence and academic achievement, and had little opportunity to make friends.

It was through formal gatherings that Oren was taken to that she first met Maeve Byrne. Their initial interactions hardly pointed towards them making a very meaningful bond, but through a twist of fate, it was the red-haired aeromancer from her childhood that Oren found herself teamed up with during the hardest fights of the civil war.

The war is not something Oren talks about in detail...not if she can help it certainly. She was part of the youngest generation involved in the conflict, and because of her strong aquamancy traits was placed in the position of a frontline soldier. Despite her promising skills in her primary, Oren, and those of her agegroup, fund themselves wholly unprepared for the ferocity of the conflict, and the initial casualties were massive. The young woman gained her skills very quickly, as she needed to do so in order to survive. And skill was something she ended up with no shortage of, ending up as the second component of 'Storm II',working her freezing abilities in conjunction with Byrne's abilities to manipulate the atmosphere to cut swathes of destruction through enemy forces.

Afterwards her place as a deadly cryomancer was set into the public consciousness, at least as far as the council were concerned. As such she found plenty of work after the end of the war for them. Despite her reputation for being a very difficult, and almost reclusive figure, she seemed surprisingly invested in the creation of an academy for young magic users, and had a hand in the setup of the location of Marchand and the installation of its facilities.

Other:

So begins...

Professor Oren Kovalenko's Story

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Character Portrait: Maeve Brigid Byrne Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Madison Lewis Lovette Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Derrick Arthur Avalon Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Ezra Eleanor Josephs Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Damien Moore
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  1. This was a really pleasant read. I especially liked the "Nope not my problem." Use of Shadow step was also nice to see!

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'So it begins.'

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

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

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

Speaking of that-

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

Norrevinters.
No mistaking those.

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

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

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




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

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

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

"Are we boring you already, Kingsley?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Dinah Fox Character Portrait: Nefertiti Anapa III Character Portrait: Theren Belvadeer Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jasper Monroe Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Azaziel Crowley Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Cyrus Fox Character Portrait: Nimura Hedlund 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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Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo
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It was a few minutes that Esperanza stood there.

A few, rather awkward minutes, spent fidgeting, shuffling, and wondering if she ended up accidentally offending the girl at the table somehow- the other, redheaded one had gotten up to get more food- and was now on the receiving end of some kind of silent treatment. Her fingers tapped lightly against the plastic of the tray, and, making up her mind, Esp stepped a few feet away from the table and began to eat without a seat. She had become increasingly aware of how hungry the trip had left her, and there weren’t many tables left open that she could go sit at anyway. Esp brought a few strips of bacon to her mouth and bit, enjoying the crunch and the taste of grease on her tongue.

The bacon was cleared from the plate within a matter of moments, as was the slice of toast that had been tucked absently beside it. Esp took her time with the eggs, however- they had gone a tad rubbery at this point, but they were delicious. Esp liked eggs. She poked the yolk around some, but before she could scoop the resulting goo onto her fork, a loud scream sounded out further down the cafeteria. Blinking with surprise, she jerked her head up just in time to see some redheaded girl tackling some boy.

A very tall redhead.

Excitement fluttered within her chest. Quickly, Esp passed the tray to one hand, then fumbled in her pocket for her phone. She fumbled a bit more in typing in the password, switching on the video, then, triumphantly, lifting the device up to record the conflict. Her parents had told her all about the Sterling-Norrevinter feud, but- to be actually witnessing it here and now? Incredible.

The situation only got even more fascinating as the minutes ticked by, distracting her completely from the remnants of her breakfast. Norrevinter-Girl poured a bunch of juice and yogurt on Sterling-Boy, and Sterling-Boy was still talking to Stranger Girls like nothing was going on. Three more boys came up as well- one with a very angry face, another with whitish hair, and another that looked a bit like a sad puppy. Sad Puppy didn’t stay for long, however- only running up to give Sterling-Boy some water before running back to his seat. Then, finally, White Hair gave a long speech to Norrevinter Girl, which led to the other girl that Esp thought she had offended clapping. Esp didn’t quite understand who White Hair was, or why he had went up to talk to Norrevinter like that (especially since she had heard Norrevinters liked to fight people they got especially mad with), but she appreciated it anyway. It was just like the movies she had seen before embarking on her trip to Marchand- where the main boy character stood on a table and gave a speech about friendship or football or getting first place in a big tournament.

Mostly a tournament, really.

Esp kept recording.

Soon after that, a teacher who looked a bit like a cowboy walked in, and said something about how they weren’t supposed to eat, which left Esperanza a bit confused. Before she could ask the Cowboy Man any questions, she heard someone speak to her. Turning, Esp found that the redheaded girl (the one that wasn’t Norrevinter) had returned. Eagerly, Esperanza stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and grabbed the girl’s hand with her now-freed left.

“Hello, Helena!” She said brightly, forgetting the proper lapse in conversation that came with introductions in her excitement. “It is nice to meet you- thank you very much for letting me sit. There are not many chairs left.” Esperanza’s mouth widened in a misshapen, almost goofy grin, and, releasing her grip, quickly placed the tray upon the table before sitting down herself. “Your sweater is nice,” she added as an afterthought. “It is very fluffy.”

Jesse’s sudden introduction made her blink a bit with surprise, pause, before lighting up and giving the Terramancer’s hand a few brief pumps. So Esperanza hadn’t said anything wrong- she just hadn’t been noticed until then. She accepted this easily, and began to toy with the bandages sloppily arranged around her forearms. “I am Esperanza Ciervo,” she said again. “It is nice to meet you, Jesse.” Her finger dug into the gauze, loosening it a tad.

“And it is very exciting. I did not expect so much tackling and yelling and…” Esp’s hands drifted up, making odd, fluttering gestures in the air. “Talking. It is all very new. Does this happen all the time at schools?”

She hoped it did. If it was, then she would have a lot to share with her family once she returned.

Before Esp got her answer, however, she spotted a mouse clamber up onto Jesse’s shoulder. She had just enough time to wrinkle her nose before the other girl accidentally bumped her head on the table’s side. Alarmed, Esp stumbled out of her chair, taking the few steps needed to reach Jesse.

“Are you okay?” She asked. “You hit your head very hard.”

Esperanza didn’t quite grasp the idea of being too obvious yet.

When a second teacher walked in, Esp only gave a brief glance in the woman’s direction before returning her focus to the (somewhat) injured girl in front of her. However, when a suddenly blast of cold air hit the back of her neck, she was prompted to look over, not quite seeing the frozen breakfast yet. She spoke of a “Mr. Montana,” going on to bring up the Council of the Eight Powers, and that they all needed to pay better attention. Esp indeed paid attention to all of this, but she did do her best to divide her gaze between the nameless teacher and Jesse.

As long as she listened, it would be fine.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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  1. Guys, I'm really sorry for my shitty post. I tried to do better, but I haven't been feeling well and as summer ends everything's been so chaotic that I can't focus. So you get this and I apologize to anyone who feels I ignored their posts. I read all of them, promise. I just can't write anything decent that would properly respond to everyone right now.

    by ianna_334
  2. Don't worry about the post. (it was nice to see!) You feel better first, worry about posty after. Take a small break and take care of yourself, we won’t fuss. #Support #It’sOkay

    by Anonymous
  3. No problem! Everything's kind of slowed down anyway. Your health and real life problems are more important! #support

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After making sure Tessa was alright, Desi watched the conflict unfolding before her eyes while carefully removing herself to the table. Making a classic “wait a minute” gesture, she once again pulled out her green cased cellphone and started to text, message after message to both parents. One to Dami to tell him about the chaos in the cafeteria and summon a staff member, the other to James so that he’d know what was going on, because it was pretty funny. Most of the conversation went over her head as a result, her only catching small bits, like the middle names.

”Maria.” she offered hers up distractedly, then went back to finishing her texts.

She only looked up, because she had vaguely registered a scolding voice saying something that she hadn’t quite caught. By then, Tover had gone and their food was frozen, and she blinked in confusion before looking at her tablemates.

”What happened to the food?” she asked looking around in confusion to note that yes, everyone’s was in the same state. Now keeping an ear out for her answer, she sent one more text to her daddy complaining about the state of things, with a frowny face on the end for good measure.

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  1. I like Dawn. Good character. Very good at smoothing over plot and making RP accessible. #GoldStar #KeepThisOne

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Tover seemed a bit embarrassed in the face of flattery, Dawn noted. Fidgeting, turning away- even blushing a tad. The comment about being nervous had truly been genuine. She gave him a bit of an opening to better compose himself by directing her eyes to the girl who had apparently triggered the round of applause...and was also recovering from knocking her head on the table.

Dawn averted her eyes again.

“I might go introduce myself later, too. She seems like a nice girl.” she began, seeing that Tover had properly recovered at this point. “But, um, yeah. My dad actually wanted to name me Evelyn at first- was a family name- but my mom liked the name Dawn too much. They, ah, compromised.”

As Tessa practically skipped over to the table, face flushed, Dawn quickly came to the conclusion that Larke hadn’t just dropped by to keep up appearances. While she hadn’t seen the scrawled numbers, it didn’t take rocket science to take note of the Sterling’s trademark...charms- or even hear of their reputation, although she was attempting to not rely wholly on that- and it seemed that Larke had inherited the trait. Her suspicions were almost wholly confirmed as she began to gush about something “juicy”, but Dawn did not comment on it.

“You’ll have to tell us all about it, then! You definitely seem excited.” She smiled widely, eyes bright with intrigue. The smile soon dropped at Tessa’s last comment, and she quieted as Tover began to respond- although the interest lingered far longer than its companion did.

Far longer.

By the time Tover had finished, Dawn’s hands had once again wandered- propped up by her elbows, and neatly entwined against her mouth. One of her fingers rose up, and began to tap against the knuckle beneath it in slow, deliberate movements.

“I- I don’t think anyone could really get in the way of the whole...fight they have going at this point. Not forever, anyway. They’ve been at each other’s throats for too long.” She cracked her knuckles, unconsciously emphasizing her words.

“I think you made a pretty good point by actually getting in between them, though. At the very least, you made an impression, but, um. We should all make sure nobody ends up getting caught in the...crossfire of things? Next time.”

Tessa’s remark about her middle name prompted another brow raise from Dawn, and another smile. “Well, now you’ve made me curious,” she said lightly. “Do you think you could tell us the story sometime? I’d love to hear it- if you don’t mind, that is.”[/color] The list of things to do was climbing, but she didn’t entirely mind it. Dawn liked the group. She was enjoying the conversation and little nuances throughout it, and the thought of speaking more with them sparked a certain delight within her.

Dawn gave a small chuckle at Tover’s discomfort regarding the “girl talk”, and, taking a glance over in the direction he signaled to, nodded. “I don’t mind more company. And, ah. We’ll try to keep the womanish affairs short.” A wry grin touched her face, and, rubbing her knuckles, she positioned herself once again to better speak to the group. “Maria’s a nice name,” Dawn commented. She was just about to question if the name also had a story attached to it when a gust of cold air brushed past her, causing her to shiver and begin to scan the crowd for the source- but not before catching sight of the plates, now covered in a fine gloss of ice.

Once again, Dawn thanked her lucky stars that nothing had actually been spilled, as she doubted that she would be able to pry her schedule from the table if something had.


The perpetrator soon identified themselves- a sharp, black haired women who seemed like she had been dragged into the room against her own will- and started to bring up several points. The mention of the professors being appointed by the Council elicited some surprise from the Trickster. While she had heard many things about the school itself, there hadn’t been much regarding the instructors. Dawn sat up, giving a short bow of the head to show her understanding- even if the woman didn’t actually see it.

“I think the teacher froze it,” she whispered to Desi. From what Dawn could hear, several other tables were beginning to react to the slabs of ice now scattered in front of them- some complaining, others just as attentive as she was, and even a number who were, a bit humorously, making attempts to free their trapped pancakes with varying degrees of success.

Mostly on the failing side of the spectrum.

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Of course, Drake didn’t get far, having been stopped by a teacher and told to sit down. “I was just going to my dorm to drop off-- Oh, forget it,” the boy concluded, going over to one of the few empty tables left and sitting himself down. He could have sworn he saw other students taking their luggage to the dorms prior and he really didn’t want to be carrying this guitar case around all day. However, it looks like he miscalculated expectations… again.

Looks like this was going to be pretty common for him.

Plopping down into the seat with a mildly frustrated look on his face, the boy set his guitar case down again and dug into his bag for a book. If he got scolded for reading a book, he would probably light something or someone on fire.

Books were his comfort zone. They couldn’t take that away from him, he wouldn’t let them.

As he flipped to page 22, he was no longer in the cafeteria, but rather another world, another story. A different life, one of fiction and magical beasts of which he’d never known to exist in this reality. He didn’t even notice at first as the ice swept across the lunch room, freezing the food of those around him. It was only from the noises of complaint and Oren’s speech that he became distracted enough to look up and pay attention.

It was a rather displeasing speech, coming from who Drake could only assume was a hardass teacher with a major authority complex. Rules, authority, the two carried a bad connotation for the boy, thanks to his upbringing. Consequences had a much different meaning to him as well. He would wait and see what these rules were before he decided if they were worth the trouble of following.

With that over, the young pyromancer returned to his fantasy world deep inside the pages of his favorite book.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena Kingsley Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Jessica Rose Smith Character Portrait: Jason Avalon Character Portrait: Esperanza Ciervo Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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  1. I really like Tessa's bounciness, and Jason is the Police. #Confirmed LawKeeper. #Order

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Tessa bounced in her seat as Tover left, happy that the only guy at their table had gone off. As she highly doubted that he would care about talking about cute boys, well unless he was gay. Shaking her head to get that particular thought out of her head she turn to those gathered at the table. "Yeah sure I can tell you the story, it's a pretty great one that has intrigue and suspense. Oh and Maria is a pretty middle name too! Oh and guess whose number I got thanks to Kora." She let out a small squee before proceeding. "Yep, everyone's favorite playboy Larke hottie Sterling. I thought it would take me a few days to get it, not a few hours this is so exciting."

She was about to say more but was caught off guard by the icy blast. With a shiver at the sudden cold she looked down to see her hard fought for milk frozen to a popsicle. "Noooo my milk, but why! This is no fair if they didn't want us to eat food then they wouldn't have put it out." I mean sure she had ignored Montana but he was making zero sense. As she poked at her milk with a fork a frown was on her face.

"Yeah Desi, Professor Kovalenko froze all the things because Professor Montana was making zero sense so no one listened to him." Pausing mid rant she turned to look at her companion with mild curiosity. "Who are you texting anyways, it's been non stop since stuff started happening?"

The conversation between Tover and Mitch floated towards their table as Tessa leaned back to hear it better. Filing away the information for later to make sure she didn't make the same mistake Tessa turned towards the blind girl and summon. "Oh welcome back Tov, girl talk went well but my milk was a causality of the frost." Turning her head to look at Mitch she offered the other a smile, even if the girl couldn't see. Time to make some polite conversation. "Heya I'm Tessa, it is nice to meet you and your summon! Is that the thing that they mistook for an alien in Roswell or was that another summon?"

She was about to say more but said summon was making its way across the table and had its greedy eyes set on her frozen milk. Reacting in a flash Tessa grabbed the milk, holding up out of what she hoped was the summon's reach. "No! This is mine, I had to fight hard for this milk! Frozen or not I am going to drink it, lick it, or turn it into ice-cream so you can't have it."

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Jason's eyes narrowed as Drake barely replied or reacted and instead just up and left. Clearly the boy was a stubborn child and needed to learn things the hard way. Since he obviously didn't want to listen to advice from his more experienced peers. With a shake of the head Jason stood up, if Drake didn't care about it then he wouldn't either. Now onto his next fish to fry.

Walking over Hel, Jesse, and Espie's table with a look of disapproval on his face. "Hello ladies, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions. Oh and before I start my name is Jason Avalon." Stressing the word Avalon because surely the three would know what that meant. He soon turned to looking at each for a brief moment as if decided on what fish to fry before his eyes settled on Jesse. You see I was curious as to why I noticed a mouse on your shoulder, is it your pet? Or is this cafetria in need of some traps, after all mice carry quite a few diseases.

He looked at Hel next, she was the easiest to deal with after all. It only took a few words to get her to change behavior. "Are you okay? I noticed you are wearing a sweater that must be awfully hot in this heat."

Last but not least his eyes fell on Espie as he put on his best fake smile. "Excuse me were you recording that in video on your phone? If so would it be possible if I could see what you have on film?" After all the moment she handed him the phone he planned on deleting the video, after all no one in the outside world needed to see that little squabble.

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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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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Professor Oren Kovalenko Character Portrait: Leila Michelle Ingram Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Roderic Alder Mayburry Montana Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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  1. Hi again! Feeling a lot better so I thought I would try this posting thing again while I was in the mood. Sorry if I forgot a tag, I'm doing this on my phone. I'm jumping the gun posting so soon but I didn't exactly give much to work with last time so consider this my apology ;)

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  2. I like this post, this is a good post. I'm glad to see Desi again! :D

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“Wait, seriously? Already? High five!” she grabbed onto the last thing she’d remembered Tessa saying, but then frowned, tilting her head to the side. ”Though I don’t know. He’s cute, yeah, but he’s not just a serial flirt, he’s a serial dater. You’re looking for way casual, right? Because I don’t think fidelity ever enters into his equations.” she shrugged, then returned her attention to the ice.

”Um, why? Like, that’s such a waste!” Desi exclaimed, about to say more before she got distracted by the thing approaching their table along with Tover and another girl. It was a summon, she could tell, one functioning as a service animal judging by the coat it wore, and so that made the summon’s owner the girl, who was evidently blind.

The introduction confirmed it, and she gave a small wave before realizing the girl couldn’t see it and blushing faintly. ”Hi! I’m Desdemona Moore~” she covered instead, using the pause to try to check if the colour in her cheeks had gone down. ”But as Tover said, please, call me Desi. Nice to meet you!”

Then back to Tessa, holding up her phone sheepishly. ”My dad, actually. He’s straightening his hair or something probably, but so far all the teachers are leaving horrible impressions so I want someone nice down here.” a message tone went off and Desi quickly opened it, then grinned. ”And he’s on his way now, so I can do something stupid”

The girl fluffed the ends of her hair, then raised her hand politely, stretching up as high as she could without standing. As soon as one of the teachers even looked her way, she started to speak, because actually, it was really pissing her off.

”So like, that thing about only eating the ‘victuals’ when the hands that prepared them say so is about respect, right? So, not to be rude, but if this is about respect, how are the hands that made the food going to feel about their work being ruined? Even defrosted,” she poked at a frozen pancake with a finger, then snatched it away as Apple started to eat their frozen foodstuffs, ”It’s not going to taste anything like it was supposed to and it’ll be cold. All the preparation and ingredients that went into making it are wasted, and there are people starving in this world. I’m sorry for “assuming” except I wasn’t, as the schedule clearly says there’s a buffet breakfast for students beginning at 8 a.m. and it’s past that time, and there was no announcement saying it was postphoned for any reason. That said, I’m honoured to be here and to be learning from such distinguished teachers. Thank you, I just don’t like food being wasted.” and she smoothed her skirt primly, folded her hands in her lap, and very discreetly hit ‘end call’ on her cellphone. She hoped that any punishment wouldn’t be too severe, because the reaction of freezing food was a bit much, so she had reason to think detentions might be “a bit much” as well.

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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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  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. I didn't know about the shadow step-arm thing. That'll be fun to learn about in class. Also I'd heard Kovalenko was sharp, but that backhand is Icy! I like how you write this. Please more ^^

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Oren was not a woman with a great deal of patience for people. Particularly those attempting to challenge her authority in the first meeting of the first day. She had resolved however, to try and be a little more charitable than she might be otherwise based on the day. So, when a certain student began to argue with her, rather than begin with punishment, she decided that she was going to handle this response verbally.

The teacher projected her voice once more as a means to address all of those present.

It was undeniable that despite her fairly impassive expression, eye contact with Professor Kovalenko felt like it could kill small animals.

"Moore, in the spirit of making things completely clear on the first day, I will endeavour to explain things as clearly as I possibly can.

Firstly. Anyone concerned for the waste and potential offence to the catering staff is welcome to carry on eating it for subsequent meals for as long as they like. I can assure that I've eaten far worse things in my career than cold pancakes and I seem to still be alive, so I'm sure the minor discomfort will mean nothing in light of your lofty principles regarding food usage.

Secondly, the schedule is your notice to be there, not your permission to start.

Thirdly, the food was not frozen due to people eating before they were permitted, it was frozen because people had not acknowledged that a staff member was addressing them. Paying attention to everything we say may seem trivial to you right up until the point someone sets another student on fire or rips their arm clean off the shoulder breaking a shadowstep too early, but at that point it'll be too late to learn the value.

And finally, I'm glad you're pleased to be here, as we're set to be dealing with all of you until the end of the school year, and there is no higher authority to appeal to. Just as parents on the council are not going to win you any special privileges, parents on staff are not either.

I think the american idiom for it would be 'my way or the highway'.
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In one deft movement the cryomancer dealt a swift strike with one hand to the side of a frozen fruitbowl, caught an apple dislodged by the hit, and bit a shard off of the iced-over piece of food.

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The whole thing had been observed by Dinah Fox, who watched in mute surprise at what was unfolding. This must be the kind of thing threatened when some of her previous guardians had talked about military school.

It was enough to make her feel very grateful that she was not taking aquamancy classes.

The young woman's gaze flickered over to the young man who'd not long succeeded in getting dairy products out of his hair. Didn't take much to work out who that was.
"Good luck with that one, Sterling." she whispered conspiratorially, gesturing toward the teacher with a slight push of the head, hoping to avoid getting caught in the bird-of-prey stare of Professor K.
"You must be super excited to start classes now."

Dinah didn't see herself as someone who had a great concern for authority, though at the same time she wasn't going to start trying to piss teachers off so early on in the year. Especially not when she'd want them off her back for a while, the terramancer mused, one eye on the pack slung over one shoulder. It wasn't always the best idea to make a big impression.

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

    by TerrorFloof

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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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And so started her first day at Marchand University.

An expensive-looking, black sedan adorning tinted windows and a shiny exterior rolled up to the school, coming to a quick stop. Within seconds, three people were climbing out, a middle-aged couple and a female teen. The adults were dressed in black and white suits and held a posture that was exclusive to trained killers. The mother’s hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, the father’s slicked back. Everything about them was professional, even their stride as they strode up to the door, daughter in tow.

This was the Sayge family, exclusive guards for the Council of the 8 Powers. Everything about them was dangerously respectable, and it sure showed in everything they did.

Jasmine dragged along a large, wheeled suitcase with her, likely stuffed to the brim with clothes and makeup. While her outfit was far more casual, consisting of a jean jacket, red t-shirt, and jeans, she wore the same sharp gaze her parents did, giving a quick glance over the building. As they reached the reception desk, they went through the paperwork with ease, having had plenty of practice with it in their line of work. Then they were off to the dorms.

“Your Magnum is under your bed. Do you remember the combination for the box?” Charles Sayge, father to the young teen, was giving his daughter a stern, worried stare as they stood in the doorway of her room.

“Yes, Dad. 052819,” the young terramancer replied, looking tired.

“And what do you do if a boy corners you in the bathroom?” Bethany Sayge had joined her husband, offering the same look. Jasmine rolled her eyes and recited her training to a tee.

”Can I go now?” the girl groaned.

Her parents cast each other a glance, exchanging silent words for a moment before her mother gave a curt nod, eliciting a reluctant, “Alright,” from her father.

“Just don’t forget to call us from time to time. Keep us updated.”

Jasmine’s parents embraced their daughter in one final hug before sending her off to the cafeteria. She arrived just in time to hear the professor’s speech, leaning against a nearby wall and listening with attentive patience. She didn’t seem all that eager to sit down or get food, as she somehow felt they wouldn’t be staying in the cafeteria for much longer. Instead, she pulled out her phone and checked it, waiting for the cue for the student body to migrate.

Jasmine wasn’t overly excited to be here, it seemed. Her parents had insisted she attend and learn more about magic. She, on the other hand, was hoping to get a little more than just training during her stay. She wanted to live like a normal teenager for once. Make some friends, have fun. Alas, she wasn't entirely sure where to start, so for now, she would wait and let things play out. She was sure an opportunity would arise soon enough.

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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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The ground had cracked with frost under every step. Tover was glad to sit, even if the hungry cold clung to his clothes where he did. He’d appreciated Mitch’s ”It’s good to meet you, Tover Book,” though he mentally stumbled over all of the tidbits she threw out. Just Mitch, would definitely do.

Her sudden snap made him straighten his back almost defensively; he didn’t think he’d done anything. The sudden burst was self-explanatory when she defended her Apple, who was currently making a buffet out of the frozen food section the cafeteria had become. ”You can talk to me, and not him. You don’t tell him what to do,” Mitch had immediately turned an unhealthy shade of red. ”Not that meant that like- Um. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be like… Like that. It’s just that he’s an. Um... With service animals, it’s um. You’re supposed to treat them like they’re part of the handler, so. Um.”

Tover half raised his left hand in defeat and understanding, forgetting the gesture was moot, but the reflex was there regardless. His voice was fairly soft as he spoke. ”Part of the handler. No worries Mitch. Thanks for the heads up.”
He didn’t know the ins and outs of service animals, and it wasn’t beyond him to miss something obvious. Still, he appreciated the heads up just as much as the kind greeting.

”Sorry” She’d said. Tover shook his head with barest of motion.
”Don’t be. He’s precious to you. Nothing wrong with defending what's important. That was a kindness from you, not a demerit. I didn't know, and you filled me in. Thank you for the clarity, I appreciate that trait in a friend.” He would have continued softly speaking, but bounciest of bubble voices dropped on in like a child into a ball-pit.

It’s hard to miss Tessa. Her voice stands out like a violin at a piano gathering.
"Oh welcome back Tov, girl talk went well but my milk was a causality of the frost." Tov nodded at the general state of the table. Looks like there were plenty of casualties to Kovalenko’s baby fimbulwinter ""Heya I'm Tessa, it is nice to meet you and your summon! Is that the thing that they mistook for an alien in Roswell or was that another summon?"

The alien from Roswell? Really? He’d stick his nose into that when there was time to do so later, and the comfort to actually bring it up. Right now, it was lean and wait. Maybe consider trying how ice cube tea w… nevermind. Ice cube tea was for another time, because then there was Desi, fueling the coldfire with the anti-demure of a high-class lady that found a crease in her dress.

The conversation he'd mostly not overheard had seemed pleasant up to that point. Maybe he just misheard her tone, looking over dawn's shoulder to better catch the rest of what Moore was up to.

He saw her partially. She poked at a frozen pancake with a finger, then snatched it away as Apple started to eat their frozen foodstuffs. For being such a fluffy little thing, he had one hell of an appetite; the table was going to be clean before anything unthawed at this rate. ”It’s not going to taste anything like it was supposed to and it’ll be cold. All the preparation and ingredients that went into making it are wasted, and there are people starving in this world. I’m sorry for “assuming” except I wasn’t, as the schedule clearly says there’s a buffet breakfast for students beginning at 8 a.m. and it’s past that time, and there was no announcement saying it was postponed for any reason. That said, I’m honored to be here and to be learning from such distinguished teachers. Thank you, I just don’t like food being wasted.” Desi smoothed her skirt primly, folded her hands in her lap, and was looked at in utter disbelief by what he hoped was more than just his own aghast face.

Is this the dynamic? Is this how it’s going to be here? He could have sworn Professor K just made as icy of a point as she reasonably could have without doing harm.

Wait. No way that wasn’t going to cause backlash.

Was Kovalenko going to r.. yes. Madam Antarctica turned towards their table and seemed to address Desi directly. By her last name first no less? Did the staff already know all the students then? Minor disadvantage. Some color drained from his face regardless.

"Moore, in the spirit of making things completely clear on the first day, I will endeavor to explain things as clearly as I possibly can.

Confusion. That wasn’t expected. A light frown passed over his brows, having expected a Russian winter to hug them with all the gentility of a zealous aunt that secretly didn’t like you, but then not secretly.

"Firstly. Anyone concerned for the waste and potential offence to the catering staff is welcome to carry on eating it for subsequent meals for as long as they like. I can assure that I've eaten far worse things in my career than cold pancakes and I seem to still be alive, so I'm sure the minor discomfort will mean nothing in light of your lofty principles regarding food usage.

Secondly, the schedule is your notice to be there, not your permission to start.

Thirdly, the food was not frozen due to people eating before they were permitted; it was frozen because people had not acknowledged that a staff member was addressing them. Paying attention to everything we say may seem trivial to you right up until the point someone sets another student on fire or rips their arm clean off the shoulder breaking a shadow step too early, but at that point it'll be too late to learn the value.


Another frown. Staff member. Did she mean that mumbling janitor in the suit from earlier? If he wanted people to pay attention to him, grumbling through the halls like a disgruntled Santa that didn’t want his elves to hear him was not the way to go. That wasn’t the interesting bit.

He muffle spoke to himself. ”Breaking SS too early can do that? Not comforting to hear since he liked the idea of that one. He half-remembered it was that same teacher who thought the course. For now, he’d keep cool around Oren. He hadn’t expected SS to have dangers like that. Best to not grievance a teacher you need, if SS was the secondary he’d stick with. Orientation classes first.

"And finally, I'm glad you're pleased to be here, as we're set to be dealing with all of you until the end of the school year, and there is no higher authority to appeal to. Just as parents on the council are not going to win you any special privileges, parents on staff are not either.

I think the American idiom for it would be 'my way or the highway'. "


Tover slunk back down into previous nonchalance. There it is. That’s the edge he expected. All is well with the world… Sort of. He didn’t mind that last part, but he neither expected his family to offer him a shred of help at this point, nor had council connections. He shrugged the thought away, apparently there was more to the show.

Someone new.
Tover peeled his folder back open. Based roughly on the picture..

Madison Lewis Lovette
Professor of Pyromancy and Magical Theory.

A song of Ice and Fire then? He looked at the side cover just to check that the packet author wasn’t G.R.R.M. Relief~ All good. Though there seemed to be a typo in the packet. All the pronouns for this teacher were male. He eased up to see a person in a dress, probably a typo.

“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.”

Enthusiastic nodding followed. Not noticing him was nail-to-coffin accurate. His teeth clenched at the latter bit of her words. Mm. He felt something that must have been akin to Desi’s discomfort with the food situation. He was most definitely –not- falling in line to just obey authority like that. Bad mouth-taste.

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.”

A nod of actual approval left him this time. Alright. Better. That gives the chance for respect to properly accrue rather than it being demanded and the whole thing falling into a mess that was as consistently organized as the words found in letter-soup. Easier to follow the rules? Shrugged off. Reasonably polite..? Good wording. Worth a shot, especially if the agreeability of the teachers depended on it.

Did it just get warmer?

His attention darted from plate to plate. It was warmer. Meals steamed and morning drinks bubbled. He spent enough time in a kitchen to know what was up. A macro-effect? These teachers were god-damn demigods with their abilities to both cover such a large area and invoke the precision to only direct-affect non-students. For being such a soft-spoken person, Madison had oomph.

Tover blinked. That had gone too well.

Would anyone have taken Madison seriously, with that gentle voice and warming speech, had Kovalenko not slid in and sharply cracked an ice cube down the blackboard? No. That was a clever tactical move just there. Bad cop good cop in teacher format. Madison’s warmth is effective because Kovalenko made people think they were on a cliff. Not bad.

“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.”

Tover was up.
Food abandoned.
He wasn’t going to say a thing about the broom.

He liked Madison. Always a pleasant start, and as added bonus, he’d been looking forward to magical theory. That someone whose voice didn’t grate him taught it was definitely not a complaint. Though, he was confused about its gender. Something for later he thought, hearing dawn speak, his attention turning.

“Well, I’m guessing they won’t be asking us twice.” Tover didn’t have to say a word for his face to reflect that he was of a similar opinion. His hands slunk into his pockets as his eyes darted from Dawn, to Tessa, to Desi, to Mitch, and finally to Apple. Who did not seem to care in the slightest about food-temperature while doing his best vacuum impression. He looked away from the voracious eater and back to the group.

He had tried not to interrupt while the others at the table had been talking to one another. Since this seemed like a point of transition though, now was a good time.

I’d rather not find out on day one what happens if they have to, no. Library it is. Tover did a quick count while moving his fingers, dropping his arm back to his side after. Dawn, Tess, Mitch, Me, Des. That’s five. Pretty sure we’ll find a spot with five open chairs. He was going to make a special mention for Mitch that they’d keep her a chair open, but realized he’d already included her in the count. She already had a spot, you didn’t ditch someone you just invited, and he didn’t feel like making her eye-thing a big deal. She had her own ways of getting things done; he’d let her do her unless she mentioned otherwise.

If something came up on the brisk walk, he’d be conversational.

For a one-floor-high library. They sure seemed to have doctor-who’d the place with the amount of stuff they crammed into it. The balcony bits caught his eyes first. Things he liked had a tendency to do that, Tover’s grey eyes following the curve of the stairs down to the rest of the Alexandrian knowledge repository. Let’s hope this one didn’t burn.

“Anyway. If you would all please take your seats- the assembly will be starting very soon.”

He’d not be surprised if they split a little during the walk, and joined up with Dawn at the larger table. Tover pulled an extra chair from a different one so it could seat five. He sat down at the head, which was really just the thin side of the rectangular table. Mostly because he liked the front row, it was easier to listen and read small text on blackboards. He placed his own bag under his chair after scooting in, and equally got a little lost looking around. There was just a lot to take in, waving over people in between trying not to be impressed with the forest of paper.

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Jesse smiled at Esperanza, still rubbing her head, which was forming a huge bump.

Yeah I'm fine! This happens all the time.


A professor entered the room very sternly and gave a reprimanding speech on how everyone was eating before the professors said to. Well, they should have communicated that! She was just following what everyone else was doing. Then Professor Kovalenko froze all the food. Luckily, she had already finished eating, but she saw Esperanza's fruit juice turn to ice. She didn't hear the rest of the speech. How did she do that? Jesse was only 14, so she hadn't had advanced sciences yet, but either this was one big trick that defied the laws of physics as she knew them or she used magic. Magic????

She sat there stunned with her jaw dropped for a few minutes. Another professor started to speak, but she didn't hear much. She heard the words "pyromancy" and "magical theory". Did her parents send her to the right place? Are they sure they didn't mean a different Marchand? Then that professor did something that was equally as impressive as the first. She melted the food right back to its original state. The pancakes were steaming and she had kept the fruit juice to where it had ice cubes in it. Jesse was in a state of shock. She could not figure out how they had done that. She did hear though, that they were going to the library after they ate. She had to ask someone about this. She had to figure out which Marchand she was supposed to be at, because it definitely wasn't this one. Her parents would have told her if she was a "sorcerer", right?

It took a few minutes for her to come back to reality. She pinched herself. It hurt. No, this wasn't a dream.

She quickly stood up, still a little dizzy from when she hit her head.

I'll, um... see you guys later ok?
She ran out of the dining hall in the direction of the library, not waiting for a response.

She stopped after she was a ways out of the dining hall and stopped to catch her breath. Maybe she was hallucinating. She had to be. If she was, all the more reason to find an adult. She looked at her map to figure out where the library was in relation to where she was standing. It wasn't too far away, she had luckily ran in the right direction. She found the library about five minutes later, and went straight up to the professor who had melted the food. She seemed a little friendlier than Professor Kovalenko.

Um, Professor Lovette? I think I'm in the wrong place. The school looks like it's a school for sorcery, which apparently exists, since, you know, Professor Kovalenko froze all the food and you melted it back, but I don't think I'm a sorcerer. I mean, my parents were normal people and I went to normal grade school. They did tell me I was supposed to be at Marchand though, so I'm really confused. Is there some kind of sorcerer test or something? Why would my parents send me here if they didn't think I was one, or even know it existed? Am I crazy? Am I hallucinating this? Should I go to the hospital?


She said all of this very quickly, and while it started quietly, it got louder toward the end. She was definitely panicking at this point. Maybe it was just a magic trick, an illusion to trick them all, or a hallucination. She sure hoped so.

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The tables had all been cleared off, chairs arranged neatly with their respective tables and all thanks to Professor Oliver. Skylar had taken his time away from the students to prepare the orientation room, even fetching any necessary equipment to make sure everything went along swimmingly. Having stepped out on the balcony briefly to get some fresh air and clear his thoughts, the man returned to the library to find the students already filing in.

Feeling satisfied with his timing, the man padded over to the other teachers, gave a brief nod in greeting, then peered over the student mass. He spotted Dawn again - Ah, yes, he had high hopes for her - as well as the Avalon boy, Jason. Jason was one of the other student he wished to assess, much in the same way he had for Dawn. Memoli and Avalon, both families of Trickery and experts in their craft. The professor expected only the best from their offspring and was using his observation of their talents as a gauge for his curriculum. After all, public school curriculums were nearly non-existent in mage culture. The professors were all building theirs from scratch, blending concepts from private tutors and other miscellaneous source material

Unfortunately, now was not a great time to assess Jason. After all, he’d be stepping over the other teachers’ toes for the orientation. No, he would wait for a more opportune time.

“We’ve got quite the group of young mages,” he commented casually to his fellow faculty with one final sweep over the class, “It should be interesting to see how well they do.”

After a quick adjustment of his bright yellow tie, Skylar’s gaze broke from the children and moved to the other adults gathered.

“Everything’s ready to go, whenever you are.”

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Desi: Soft, but proper. With an edge. She had tried to backtalk Kovalenko. Her father would hear about this.
Tessa: Sweet, bouncy, and somehow “pink” sounding. Like cotton candy fresh out of a machine.
Dawn: Kind, but in a mellow sort of way. Composed. Reasonable. Probably voted least likely to accidentally offend.

Their names were logged alongside their voices in Mitch’s mind, with a small
asterisk noting to place them in a flashcard deck for review at the end of the day.

“Dawn, Tessa, Desi, Tover,” she repeated back with a smile, pointing (quite impressively) close to where each designated speaker was sitting. “I’m. Um. It’s nice to meet you all. I really appreciate you understanding, too, Tover. Um. It’s nice to have people get that and… Oh! Yeah. He’s called Apple. And he isn’t the one from the Roswell incident, but he came from the same plane as the— Stoppit, you!” Mitch said, reaching across toward the rattling slurps and Tessa’s call of distress to scoop Apple up and pull him away.

Apple was not aware that anyone was reaching for him, and did not flinch from the touch as he snarfed up one more crumb from the Black-Haired-Good-Smell-Thing’s plate. He did, however, give out a pathetic bleat of protest at being lifted off the table by his midsection, and another whine at being placed into the lap of the Bad-Eyes-Good-Pets friend.

How she managed to find where he was sitting even with her bad eyes was beyond Apple, but he did not struggle. The last time he had, she had stumbled back and ended up falling.

Making the Bad-Eyes friend fall was not what good Apples did. With one more creaking-squeal, he conceded to rest his head against her thigh and pick the crumbs from his fur with his inner jaws.

“Sorry about that,” Mitch said, one hand resting on Apple’s back to be sure that he did not stand up again. “He’s usually much better behaved than this. It’s just been a kinda long day coming over the pond, and—”

At the sound of Professor Kovalenko speaking back to Desi, Mitch’s voice dropped off. She hung her head in shame-by-association for having sat down at a table mid-teacher conflict, and busied her hands with adjusting Apple’s harness. But then, just as quickly as Kovalenko had chilled the room, another voice filled the space with an aura that seemed to draw attention like flies to honey.

A toasty current passed by, and Apple rolled over in Mitch’s lap to bask in the sudden, pleasant change of temperature.

Mitch added Professor Lovette to her mental file: Gentle, direct, and warm.

And leading them all out of the room. She smiled at Tover’s mention of her name in the count, and made a quick effort to follow. Someone was including her, by default, as a friend.

As the bodies started moving, Mitch gave Apple the click-cue sound, and he (being the Best Apple) obediently slithered to the floor and began his very good job of walking her along with the crowd to the library. As they went, she paid little heed to the conversation, taking in far more crucial information: Counting steps, listening for acoustic changes in the hallway along their route- storing all of the needed information on how to move from the cafeteria to the library on her own.

When they arrived, Mitch knew it.

The room was gentle and squishy- all wood and carpet and pages that ate up the bouncing ping of footfalls and chatter. It smelled like ink and binding glue, with a hint of warm paper that gave away the presence of a printer somewhere around. She followed the noise of Tover and the others as Lovette asked them to sit, running a hand along the chair backs until she found one empty and settled into it.

Apple, being well aware of this “class” business, curled himself up around Mitch’s ankles and prepared himself for a nap of considerable length.

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No hint of ill emotion or frustration crossed Montana's features. He simply stood, hands clasped behind his back, observing the collective. Their conversations had mostly continued, unhindered. The few that acknowledged him had soon returned to the more pressing social matters in front of them.

To them it was something simple no doubt. Their carelessness. A simple mistake, something to be mentioned then discarded. Something for someone else to pick up and dealt with. He had hardly received more then a dismissive glance in response.

"My thanks Professor Kovalenko."

Montana's head dipped towards his companion, his hair, which had been blasted to his right during Oren's expulsion of energy, had settled neatly on his shoulder.

"However it would seem self absorption rules the day."

His voice was low, far too low for the average listener to hear. If their earlier difficulties were any indication, auditory averageness was a safe bet.

Their near future would have been an unpleasant one if not for the fortuitous arrival of Mr.Lovette.

The unpleasantness would have begun with,



"To all those who continued their previous conversation without making it known to our Professor Kovalenko that they had indeed heard her, for a reason other then shock or a naturally bashful nature, are welcome to make continued use of the lunchroom, this time with our blessing, and will be giving our janitorial staff the morning off."

"You will remove all of the frozen food, wash the used dishes and utensils, remove any remaining debris from the surrounding area."

"This will be done once orientation has been completed."

"Given the sheer volume of the unresponsive student body, I suggest a leader is elected, or a small group simply inherits the mess left behind by the student body."

Instead, Montana only extended the gracious portion of the aforementioned speech.

"All students who have yet to eat are welcome to take a tray into the Orientation room."

He bowed, and quickly fell into line behind the students. He opted walk along with the students, rather then use tier two pathways Professor Kovalenko frequented. Her teaching style was well complimented by Lovette's diplomacy, and he found both of their approaches worthy of appreciation.

His own would take some adjusting for many of their new arrivals. Montana's norm didn't involve shouting, or making any special effort to ensure that he was heard. In his mind, they would either learn to pay attention, or develop the skills needed to discern what needed to be done by looking at those around them.

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"Oh /my/..." Azaziel's first reaction to Oren's entrance was one of shock. The initial expulsion from the Professors had drawn a look of utter amazement over his features. To Zaze the scope of her power was irrelevant, it was the amount of control it took to specifically target those food items and flash freeze them, all while keeping the flesh of the eaters free from any frost related damage.

Got /damn/. He instinctively moved his hair behind his ear when she started talking, listening to her words with a rapt attention unrivaled in the lunch room.

If /this/ was the kind of detail their teachers could put into their magic....

Then another teacher showed and finessed pyromancy, reversing much of what the former teacher had started.

Zaze's hands clapped together in such an involuntary fashion he surprised himself at the sound they made. "My my...the necromancy teacher must be..." He closed his eyes mid sentence, and let out a small, but contented sigh. Yes, he had made the right decision by coming here.

"What a brilliant stroke of luck these dumpy children are so easily fascinated with one another."

Without their disobedience it could have been days, weeks before any of them showed a smidgen of their true power.

Fantastic.

"Mmmm." Pocket pancake withdrawn, Azaziel took a thoughtful bite out of its side.

"Hopefully there's more disruptions during orientation."

Azaziel followed the throng of students inside with an unintentional flair of his coat, and a very deliberate munch of his pocket pancake.

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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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The Ciervo family was not one to mingle with those of other magics. There was no purpose to it, in their eyes. They wouldn’t dare defile the sanctity of their “holy” blood with others, in fear of angering their god with such an act. They could provide for themselves well enough with the funding received by some of the more adventurous members of their own, and it was easy enough for them to find a few stray necromancers to bring into the fold to keep their numbers- or, if necessary, send out another handful of members to get themselves impregnated. Contact was minimal, and that suited the Ciervos nicely.

Nevertheless, Esperanza wasn’t one to snub obvious skill when she saw it. She watched, enraptured, as a pair of women effortlessly made a show of freezing and heating the meals strewn about the place, with as much strain as one would get from lifting their wrist. It was...and if…

There was no concern of her attention drifting away to somewhere else for long, really. The only time it did, it was when the mouse-girl, Jesse, affirmed that she really was fine. Esp thought that the girl still looked a bit pale and funny and somewhat sick, but as Jesse said she was okay, it was probably okay. Nodding a bit to herself, Esp leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands as she continued to watch.

In the middle of one of the teacher’s talks, another person came up to the table- a boy, this time, with a very upset face. Like someone had kicked his puppy, Esp thought. It was not a good face. Frowning, she straightened up to better meet the boy’s eyes, shoulders squaring. She remained in that posture even as he- Jason- looked over at her and gave a smile.

“Yes,” she responded. “I did not know that schools were like in the movies, with fights and the speeches. And my mother wanted me to keep her…” a pause, brow furrowing as she struggled to think of the right word to use. “her...she wanted to know what was happening in the school so she would not be worried.” Esp fished in her pocket, and, producing her phone, switched it on and shoved it in front of Jason’s face- apparently not ready to part with it just yet.

Esp’s recording started a bit before Kora finished her charge, and ended as the ice Professor started her own speech, as she had thought it rude to film her teachers. Why this did not extend to her peers was unclear, but Esperanza was visibly proud of her newfound cinematography skills.

Once Professor Lovette announced that they were to move to the library, Esp immediately yanked the phone away from Jason, paused it, and stuffed it back into her pocket. “I can show you later,” she explained through her pocket-fumbling. “I do not want the teachers to be mad. It would not be good.” She offered a short wave with her free hand as she watched Jesse bolt out, then went to grab her bag and follow the rest of the crowd out.

The library wasn’t far, and much to her delight, there was plenty of room to sit at. She situated herself at a decently-sized table, and, recalling both of her old seating partners, placed a paper in two of the chairs. Esp wasn’t sure if they would want to sit with her, still, but if they did, they would have a seat anyway. She smiled at the thought, and, seeing Jesse talking to Professor Lovette (she couldn’t quite hear her from this distance), Esp gave another cheerful wave.

And then texted her sister to tell her that she had made some friends.

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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.