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Tover Book

Of course I noticed.

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

Description

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Full Name:
Tover Book

Nicknames/Aliases:
Child Tover: Sm0lotov Cocktail
Commander Book
Tovie
Tov

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Primary:
Aeromancy

Marchand School Status
Student

Secondaries of Interest
Levitation
Shadow Step

Color Code
#F39C12



Description:

Tover doesn’t fill a room. At 5’8” he’s average for his age. While he has a fairly sleek swimmer’s build, it remains hidden under a just slightly too rumpled white button up that’s opened at the collar, sleeves rolled messily to the elbows. A striped tie hung from his neck that had a tendency to get looser and looser as the day went by, just because Tover would fidget with it from discomfort. Pants were usually something light with pockets, ended by a simple set of running sneakers. If it restricts his movement, it generally isn't worn. Not being used to any sort of hard labor, and having lived cozy until recently under the family roof, Tover’s warm white skin is soft and a healthy shade above pale. Tover’s face is very angular, cheeks and jaw sharp with easy to notice edges as athletic attention kept his body fat percentage decently low. He didn’t have any tattoos, odd markings aside from some normal birth spots, or heavy distinguishing marks. If there was anything that stood about about Tover it was either the wild head of hair so blonde is almost looked white as it draped down his face, or eyes that were such an incredibly light ghostly grey that it always seemed he was looking through you rather than at you. Not that you weren’t there, but that half of him was elsewhere.

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Public Knowledge:
Pre-Marchand Personality/Demeanor:



Tover is happiest when there’s nothing bothering him, and nothing about to bother him. While young Tover might be misunderstood to be aloof and distant, he generally lacked interest in what’s going on. He’s either the quiet one until there’s something worth saying, and actively puts effort into not sounding demeaning or as if he’s superior, he is aware his general disconnectedness has that effect even though it’s not what he actually intends to convey. Or an explosion of energy if he came up with a 'genius idea' that needed to be tried immediately, earning him the nickname 'Sm0lotov Cocktail' as a child.
Book was generally a B+ student. Maybe an A every now and again.
Tover excels in all things studies because they follow a pattern, and patterns can just be sunk into before turning on autopilot and dreaming off to a faraway sky. Should he have applied himself properly, he’d have advance by leaps and bounds. That however requires motivation that so far no one has managed to inspire.

He’s far from antisocial, and does actually enjoy the company of people and the social conversation that comes with it. The approach however comes with some discomfort and difficulty, as it’s not uncommon for him to have some sort of barrier between him and whoever he’s speaking to. Consider him with a touch of Hufflepuff, his heart is too big, and it hurts too easily. Distance is sometimes all he has to avoid being hurt, and words can carry far.
Tover isn’t lazy. Things are just easy. Things have always been easy. So he slumps, his eyes are never quite fully open unless it’s suddenly enthralling or important. His outfit isn’t perfect, and if he can keep taking it easy. He will.

Should however it became the case that his full attention is required, the real person and mind that is Tover Book rises to the surface and looks out from behind those analyzing grey eyes. While his decisions may seem informed by personal comfort, he is logical and rational about decisions, yet is occasionally swayed by feelings when it concerns himself or people cared for.
He notices details and connects dots that others choose to let go unnoticed, seeing patterns in most things but choosing not to speak of it most of the time. If there was an easy way to explain how he thinks, it would be that Tover thinks with portals that are playing chess.
He’s a tactician, and while generally good on the moral compass. Tover is more than aware that It is the unseen and unexpected that causes the greatest fear.

When conversing, Tover adores the comedic and joyous. While he’s not good at it, the highlight of his day is that he made someone laugh, smile, or otherwise gain a happy moment because of his being present. He can hold a decent conversation, but will constantly worry he’s being judged negatively for trying when he’s known to be distant both socially and physically. Being around people he can actually enjoy being social with is a gift, and he doesn’t care about the outlandish or freakish.
There’s no weird, just different.
There’s no point in being a dick.
Just treat people like people.
If there’s an issue and it can be solved with talking, solve it with talking.
While he’s occasionally clever, filtering his thought processes out through words can take some doing, and it is not uncommon that he will stop mid sentence simply because he’s uncertain on how to phrase something. Fitting in dutch words in order to attempt to bridge gaps since his english isn't without flaw. His writing is especially horrible to anyone with a strong grasp on grammar.

You can find Tover most often huddled in the most comfortable corner of a room that allows some wind to blow, a wide open outside area with a pot of tea and cookies, or wherever there is a swimming pool big enough to do laps in. Which often confuses people as Tover rarely showcases that amount of energy and enthusiasm for anything.

It would be easy to assume that due to his distance and general way of being, Tover doesn’t care about most things. That however is vastly incorrect to anyone who actually knows him.
Tover cares too much about everything, and he has to balance that with what he’s able to do, willing to do, and what would even make a difference. When considering so many negative factors, apathy rears its head and whispers him to inaction. Which forces him to seek refuge in the comforts he’s familiar with.

He struggles with life just like everyone else. Just different parts of it. That’s all.

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Marchand Personality/Demeanor Growth and Updates:


Marchand has been healthy for Tover!
No longer bound by the un-ending physical and psychological oppression that the sheer presence of his family had on him, Book Broke the forced introvert shell he'd been hiding in most of his life. Allowing his expressions and extroverted freedoms to shine. His ability to assert himself didn't so much skyrocket as it suddenly discovered there was room for it to exist, because having agency is a relished experience.

De-escalating pressure between Norrevinter and Sterling was the first step allowed for the first vestiges of Book's actual personality to develop. Challenges of adversity aplenty in Marchand. Heralding the positive growth, was positive feedback from his classmates, as it has done very good things for his mental health when first expressing himself in a sense beyond the internal or troublesome.
He made a friends group with Dawn Memoli, Desdemona Moore, Tessa Botrelle, Mitch Ingram, Jason Avalon, Jessica Rose Smith, and soon hopefully many more.

Tover's uninterested nonchalance has been partially replaced by a willing drive to improve and grow through willful action and blind courage. It came with the downside that the fear was shoved to the back burner, but that is a cost Book will become aware of later as becomes less introverted due to healthy social environment.
Feeling liberated from familial tethers: Book's Tactical mindset has shifted into gear, having developed a swift attachment to standing up for his beliefs and values.



Skills:

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  • Basic Aeromancy - Skill level: Atrocious
  • Budding Telekinesis - Unlearned (High Aptitude)
  • Shadowstep - Unlearned (Unknown Expectations)
  • Strong Mind
  • Critical Thinker
  • Problem Solver
  • Unyielding Will (Conditional: Needs purpose or cause)
  • Highly Observant.
  • Tactician
  • Skilled Chess-player
  • Average people skills.
  • Conflict de-escalation skills
  • Healthy/In shape
  • Exceptional Swimmer
  • Strong Runner
  • Exceptional awareness of spatial movement.
  • Cooking. (Dessert/Pastry Specialty.)




Weaknesses:


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  • Nonchalant when 'it doesn't matter' or 'it can't be helped.'
  • Penchant to overthink and vastly over-worry on simple problems.
  • Can be too carefree due to believing he’s going to be out of harm’s way.
  • Doesn't respect Authority, only deserving people.
  • Doesn't listen to people without common decency.
  • Despises own Family
  • Heavy Sleeper
  • Sleep talks
  • Hates waking up with insufficient sleep.
  • Doesn't realize when he's gone too far sometimes
  • Very concerned about being disliked for the wrong reasons
  • Worried about being Misunderstood
  • Easily Persuaded with Facts
  • Lazy unless interested
  • Afraid of letting people down when it matters
  • Digs deeply and Greedily into new Information
  • Partially Fearless
  • Destabilizes when overly emotional
  • Prone to impulsive decisions when emotional



Family Line



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Lineage
Book

Bloodline
Aeromancy

Progenitor
Uil Tyto Alba Boek

Crest
The wisest king holds all keys

Progenitor's Last Words
A true friend is a rare bird


Description
The family responsible true origin of the line "Doing it by the Book."
The Book’s had been a minor family for decades until an application for their craft appeared, when the technology arose that allowed them to exploit their Aeromancy powers.
What was perhaps two centuries ago an unknown Line of millers and bakers making windmills turn in the southern Netherlands, was now one of the front leaders in clean recyclable energy. Running sprawling industrial wind farms. While not much for Humor, they dubbed their wind farms ‘libraries,’ because they were all full of Books.
The Book Family is Ethically ambiguous in their business practices and general outlook on life. Your average Book will sell resources to anyone with minimal questions so long as payment is levered.

The Family has strong Matriarchal Heritage, with strong social emphasis on pragmatism and usefulness. 'Good' has nothing to do with morality, but rather details a descriptor that one got results.
A line elders of the lineage repeated with frequency, was: “Anyone who picks up a book ought to have the pleasure to read it. Who it might be is unimportant. What's important is that you were a good book.”


Industry
Business
Wind Power
Electricity
Logistics

Origin
Netherlands



Brief History:



Tover had the Cat’s Cradle problem growing up. Everyone was too busy with something else to give him that extra hug he needed, or that small piece of genuine attention that would have let him turn out normal. They said he had everything he needed. A good allowance, excelling education, people around that his parents had decided were his friends, and enough free time to loiter and be a child.

Except Tover hated the people that had been chosen to be his friends. The attempts to appease and please were merely to be in the good graces of his family, which ran the Central Netherlands wind turbine farm. Highest efficiency and output awards complete with shiny medals for the last decade and a bit. His family Line was Aeromancers all around.
Of course the power farm did well. The wind blew perfectly all year round, exactly when it needed it, and was never present or problematic right on time for any scheduled maintenance. Like clockwork. A pattern too obvious not to notice while everyone else blinded themselves only to what they had to gain.

He hid in his studies, he hid his head in the clouds, he his in dark cozy corners and wide open fields to be away from all the things that only ever made him feel trapped wherever he went. A life of study, abundance, and few friends made you smart but distant.
Sure, he too had Aeromancy. However he willfully neglected its use and lessons, resulting in very poor performance to the great displeasure of his family who only saw another machine cog to plug in and increase the output of money. They’d called him a wasted investment.
To hell with them.

He wasn’t an investment. He was a person, and he despised being treated like he simply wasn’t worth being one. His family had made him cold where otherwise existed warmth that yearned to bloom. So while the world as normal was getting ever worse, and the call came through for a far away school. The enthusiasm displayed surprised even his older siblings, who had convinced themselves Tover was useless and empty. But Tover wasn’t the one that was hollow, that had been obvious long ago. It was the rest of his long Lineage family, that cared only about an ever stronger Aeromancer for ever higher profits, that was empty.

Tover was happy to be at Marchand. It was round two of life. Without constant greedy eyes breathing hot and hungry over his shoulder. Now perhaps, finally, the real Tover Book could exist. Shining bright as the vanguard, dreaming of impossible dreams, to fly at the forefront of his own empire. Such dreams they are. Such dreams. It didn’t take long to realize that the shining knight in his head was going to have trouble existing, he did after all still have difficulty talking with people and had neglected his inborn art to a point where currently it may as well have been useless. It was going to be hard.
But he’d turn it around. He’d turn it hard enough to leer his barbarian of a grandmother straight into that wrinkled old face of hers and knock her off that high horse throne with the gift she herself praised higher than any other.



Ability Ideas


Aeromancy:
  1. Flight.
  2. WindWall
  3. Tactical Repositioning
  4. Battlefield weather conditions
Offensive Ideas:
  1. Maeve Combat Instruction
  2. Study Warzones and Tactics
  3. Weaponized Air
  4. MicroBurst
  5. Air Shockwave
  6. Air Bullets
  7. Sharpened Gust

Long Term Goals:
  1. Become someone worth listening to.
  2. Tactical Group Leader
  3. Commander Book
  4. Aeromancy Seat on the Council
  5. Usurp Familial Matriarchy and do away with the whole system.

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So begins...

Tover Book's Story

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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He wanted to take the bus. But no. Of course not. A Book doesn’t get to take the bus. As fond as the matriarchy of his family line was in skirting the line of what they could get away with, even if it was purely to rid themselves of Tover. The Grandmother in charge adamantly refused to do so in a fashion that would make the remainder of the family shine in anything other than a pristine light.

Prevented from enjoying early freedom at the behest of the yellow school bus, Tover was privately transported luggage and all of the front entrance of the Marchand School of Sorcery. The drive had been peanuts in comparison to the grueling flight, and yet the soon to be happy student of Marchand found not an ounce of energy worth spending on the act of complaining.

Rather, he was too busy leaning soft white cheek on his knuckles. Half-asleep staring at the passing trees as yet another dense forest was sunk into on the way there. It was warm for August, humid even. He pondered the locales that had those features, these types of trees, appropriate weather climate. He even whipped out his phone to give it a search before giving up halfway. He wasn’t curious enough to really think it mattered where the School was located.

What mattered was the absurdity of what he’d heard his family mention before leaving. He had to see it for himself, even as he lazed in the leaned back passenger seat. Sure enough, a yellow buss brazenly bounced passed them going the opposite way at a furious speed that made the vehicle he was in do a jagged push to the right from sudden influx of wind pressure. The driver however wasn’t having any of it. Wind was no enemy of a Book, and the drive proceeded smoothly.

In the midst of this utter ravine of greenery, he saw the cobblestone construction as he slid from the car. Not being interested in someone else opening his door for him while gazing up at it. Some Ivy here and there, and that Oak in front of it was no sapling. Two, Three Hundred years for an Oak like that? Or perhaps ten minutes for masters of Terra and Aquamancy. The thought was dismissed at the notion, gears winding down as discomfort sunk in.

Given the tracks on the ground, it was clear he was neither the first arrival, nor the last to be. Students were here already. Socializing with people his own age that didn’t burn with a hidden agenda? This must be what anxiety felt like.

Tover took the end of his tie, fingers sliding up across the red and black diagonally striped fabric, loosening it nervously. As if he wasn’t getting enough air. Just nerves. Always just nerves. The curiosity was burning so much brighter. Turning on his running sneaker, his expression fell back to what might as well be his neutral face. Eyes only mostly open, face flat and expressionless. Like he was disappointed and dissatisfied but didn’t have the energy to bother conveying it, the face of a someone who saw things as beneath him. Well. Half and half, with less of the latter as he saw the Aide that had gone with them standing sentinel by the luggage that was being unpacked. He wasn’t going to get to carry his own luggage either it seemed. But soon. Soon.

The Driver slapped a folder to Tover’s chest with a paper-snapped pop. Tover’s hand catching the folder against his chest before it was let go of. They were clearly eager to get rid of him, and in no small amount desiring to hide it. His luggage would be moved inside even without him asking, grandmother wanted a show of familial pride after all. The feeling of disdain was mutual as he pried open the folder with a thumb and had a peek.

Paperwork. Sign in Material. He closed the folder, this was to hand to someone at the front desk. He brushed hand through his hair, so light blonde it was frequently mistaken for a variation of white before proceeding onto the path. There was a slight wind, Tover relished the feeling, soon this would be an all the time thing. Entering the building, he needed a moment to adjust as he made his way through, signed the entrance roster, handed in the folder without much fuss or greeting, and signed off on necessary papers before reciting his welcome package.

The woman behind the counter already had a look on her face that she just didn’t want to be there, he knew that face well. Best to fall into the pace. Like a machine. Let her process her job, stamp a paper. Next in line. No need for small talk.

He inspected the new folder. Map of the school, a schedule, and a list of rules. The basics.
But first, the curiosity. For the first time in what must have been months, the shell of Tover’s mind parted as genuine interested crept out. The feeling of actually wanting to know was such a rarity, his almost ghostly grey eyes piercing through people as he had himself a wander.

A lady that looked like pissed-off orange alley cat. Staff perhaps? Speaking to some Norrevinters. Famous. Obvious. Obnoxiously difficult to ignore. Tat must have been a conversation started for good reason. What was that around the corner? A sharp suit and perfect jawbones. Must be a Sterling. Side-step that one for now. the Books are a mostly secluded family from Europe, but he’d been vastly informed on who and what might show up in terms of Lineages.

Oh.
Oh no.
It was true.

“WELCOME, STUDENTS” Said the massive pink banner hanging near hat could only have been the cafeteria given the smell. There, inside, sits the Mélange of Lineages. Legacies. Proud children. Prized bloodlines. They actually went and put them all in the same school. Tover had though it had been a terrible joke and he was going to a private academy to study alone under some forgotten master until his aptitude was proper enough to return.

The smile that slung onto his face was one of efficacious delight. It looked terrible on him. All the big, prized bloodlines, stuck in a school where people will date, form relationships, and make a huge mess of all those years of tradition that made Lineages so terribly anal about proper companionship and offspring to keep abilities strong. His sigh was deep, and of significant satisfaction. He placed hands on his hips and looked across his shoulder to have a gander about. “Alright then.” he murmured half to himself.

This was definitely going to be new. At the moment, he merely hoped the school was as safe as it was advertised. However there was no way. No. Way. That things weren’t going to take turns for the interesting with this many different teens around, all with power. And yet none of that power gave you a shred of mercy when being social was involved. He could feel his personal space bubble just manifest quietly, eyes locked on a purple fluff-beast. No. He had no idea what that was.

Some Faculty here and there. Not too many students, but not a small amount either. He doubted the full vacancy was met. Oh. He hadn’t moved had he. He’d been rooted to the spot. Fear? Maybe. Best to move your foot Tov.

With some effort he pried himself away and entered the cafeteria, following people through the food Line. Some awkward glances were exchanged. Nobody knew one another, and the line was anything but comfterable as he picked dup some basic needs and looked around for a place to sit. Someone. Someone had to be at least a fraction familiar. Hell, a Memoli.

Wait.

Thick black hair that fell all the way to the hips. He’d seen her before. Waiting outside at one of those ‘meetings’ only adults could enter. Wasn’t she the girl that also had grey eyes? He’d forgotten her name.

Better than nothing. He walked over and sat across the table, but a good foot or two to the left as he put his edibles down. Not wanting to sit directly in front of her or too close to others.

“Hello” he chimed in, voice undernoted with a very non-American accent. “Weren’t you the girl at that meeting in Italy a few years ago? We talked about having similar grey eyes. I can’t remember your name.” Why was he so nervous. This was just a hello. Nothing severe. Nothing serious. Just don’t be alone. Just talk. You’ll be fine so long as you talk. He tried his best to look right at the two blonde girls. He coulden’t force the smile, so just raised his drink towards them. “I’m Tover. Tover Book”

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Now, Desi had never heard of Botrelle, but this French girl was nice and bubbly, and felt like she’d make a good friend. And the other… Desi’s brightened eyes gave away her recognition immediately. She thought the Memolis were one of the coolest lines ever, and the intrigue surrounding them challenged even the scandals of the Moores. A boy even joined them, speaking to her, but his introduction had her needing the pause offered. And speaking of introductions…

“Nice to meet you! I’m Desdemo-“

She was interrupted as a teacher approached and greeted them, which was nice, but then Dawn’s milk fell and he made a comment and she was already bristling in defense of her hopefully soon-to-be new friend.

“Excuse me, sir?” her eyes went wider, more innocent, and she pouted just slightly, taking advantage of her tendency to look younger than she was. “Um,” fabricated of course, she never stumbled unless faking it, “With all due respect… It was an accident, and accidents have nothing to do with manners. You didn’t even let her say sorry before being mean about it.” As she spoke, she took one of her napkins and started to dab at the spill.

Except the napkin stayed dry, and there was no wetness on her fingers, and her lips parted in a small gasp as she held up the still-dry paper accusingly, not feeling the need to vocalize her proof.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Tessa continued to smile her blue eyes lighting up in recognition of every bloodline mentioned, even professor Oliver's was a line she recognized.

"Oh wow you're from the Italian trickster line? I'm so glad I'm not the only foreign line here." She was bouncing now, excited about recognizing every line mentioned at the table. Sure Dawn's bloodline wasn't the best known line but she liked to judge people on their actions, not possible mafia connections. Plus the other seemed super friendly and was answering her questions so that was always a good sign in looking for a friend.

Her gaze now turned to Tover the next to introduce himself at the now growing table. His name was a bit harder to recognize but she was still able to get it before the pause time was over. "Oh you must be from the environmental Aeromancer line! I think it is so amazing you guys found a way to make your magic work for the good of the humans."

Finally Desi was about to introduce herself and Tessa grinned ready to show off her totally awesome knowledge of the other bloodlines. However that quickly turned into a frown as chaos seem to take place in the matter of a few moments.

As Skylar chastised Dawn for spilling the milk, and Desi moved to clean it up her response was different. Being blunt had served her well in most cases, and she saw no reason to change her tactics now. "Professor Oliver the Memoli line is really polite and is very well mannered unless you like cross them business wise, or you deal with Allen. I'm sure this was an accident."

Her eyes widened as said accident turned out to be just an illusion. Her mind raced as she looked around the room trying to see which students were from known trickster bloodlines and disliked or in some cases owed money to the Memolis. Never once did it cross her mind that Skylar himself was behind the prank.

Turning back and watching Desi confront their professor Tessa could not help but add to her words. "Can you figure out who did this? Because someone is being a big jerk and picking on Dawn to make her look bad in-front of you! This is so uncool."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Larke Sterling Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Jasper Monroe

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"I apologize for staring, but your work is quite lovely. You’ve got a gift.” A deep male voice said from her left making her snap out of her inner thoughts. She had been so focused on the two at the table and capturing their souls in her sketch that she hadn't even heard anyone approach. Her hand stilled and she took a moment to study her work before she looked up at the owner of the voice. She was struck for a moment by his perfection. Who was this Greek Adonis that had complemented her work? As if reading her mind he continued:

“Oh! I’m Larke Sterling, by the way. Do you mind if I join you?” He asked as he set down his tray at the seat beside her, and extended a hand to shake. An electric like shock went through her when she took his large hand in her delicate one and she felt heat rise from her chest to her cheeks giving them a sunset dusting of pink.

"My name is Jasper, Jasper Monroe, it is a pleasure to meet you Larke" she said, a small smile caressing her petal pink lips as she thought it over. Jasper supposed there was no reason to say no, and

"As for the seat....I'll make you a deal...." she said feeling bold.

"You can sit, but only if you don't mind me using you as a model." She said as she studied his nearly perfect asymmetrical face. Sandy hair with no real style to it gave him a roguish look, while his smile was meant to charm anyone it was turned upon....and damn did it work. His eyes reminded her of clear aquamarine crystals, beautiful jewels that shone with mischief. All in all he was very pleasing to the eye. She smiled as she sipped the coffee and waited for an answer.





Adelaide Monroe

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Adelaide took a moment to get her bearings. Where in lords name had she gone? She was in a grassy area. She could stills see the building but had no idea where she was. She sighed and started back towards the building. She heard clattering from the far side of the building. That must be the cafiteria.

Adelaide headed in that direction. Once in the Cafiteria she looked around the room. She saw her sister talking to a extremely attractive man, and decided not to interrupt. She saw a group of people at a table and decided to try her hand at making friends.

She took a deep breath as she approached and smiled.

"Hello, My name is Adelaide Monroe" She said with a small wave.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Tover Book Character Portrait: Tessa Botrelle Character Portrait: Adelaide Monroe Character Portrait: Skylar Oliver Character Portrait: Desdemona Moore
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Not too long after Dawn had replied, another student had appeared at the table, sitting down to join the gathering- a boy, this time around. Oddly enough, while both Tessa and the other girl (she hadn’t quite gotten her name yet, Dawn realized) had both been complete strangers before this point, this boy was oddly familiar. She blinked, trying to place his face somewhere, only for the stranger to greet himself and ask the question that properly cleared things up.

A meeting in Italy.

It wasn’t much, but things quickly snapped into place. While Dawn was still left out of a few meetings here and there- sent over to her grandparents until the official affairs were properly taken care of- but there were many cases where she was made to tag along as well. Better to have both children have a grasp of the family business, or so her parents had decided. The boy’s next comment about grey eyes made it even easier to make the connection, and Dawn gave a small smile to show her recognition.

“Dawn Memoli. It’s, um. It’s nice to see you again, Tover.” It was a tad...awkward to see the kid of one of her family’s business partners again, but not entirely unpleasant. From what she could remember, the Book son had been fairly good company through the duration of the meeting. Before she could say any more, however, two more people joined the table- one seemingly a student like her, and the other introducing himself as a professor. She had just given her “It’s nice to meet you”s when her bottle of milk suddenly tipped over, spilling its contents across the table.

Well. There went her chance of making a good impression.

Her face flushing with warmth, Dawn muttered an apology and moved to clean up her mess- only to find that as her hands came in contact with the spill, they were left...dry. Momentarily confused, she took a double take at the “puddle”, and pressed a finger into it. Still dry.

Which meant that there had never been a spill to begin with.

Confused, she looked back up, and found that one of the girls- Desdemona, she had given her name now- had been in the midst of defending her, much to Dawn’s pleasant surprise. Before the blond could finish, however, she quickly reached the same conclusion the Trickster had. Another twinge of warmth went through Dawn as Tessa also lent her support, although she also raised a good question- who had set up the illusion in the first place? She had seen one of the Avalons walk in, but he seemed distracted with a Sterling (Larke, her mind offered) and another girl she couldn’t name.

Like Tessa, Dawn’s thoughts never reached the conclusion of the professor being the culprit.

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In the short span of time where he’d braved being social, and sat down attempting to say hi, a whole ménage of others had seemingly arrived at the roughly same idea. The discomfort crept across Tover like clothing that stuck unpleasantly to his skin after being in palpable muggy weather. It was actually pleasantly cool inside, but he could feel the overcrowding squeeze in.

 Tover had barely uttered his greeting, before doing a soft apologetic nod to the blonde girl whose hair fell in loose curls. He’d likely interrupted something when suddenly what must have been a staff member appeared like he owned the building, shoving his ego so blatantly harsh through conversation that the Books' attention had difficulty not shifting towards it. This was a teacher, right? He looked and sounded French in demeanor, complete with that sense of overbearing superiority that he’d known a vast majority of Parisians to keep close to heart.

The callous introduction wasn’t the interesting part as movement that shouldn’t have been there manifested on the table. The milk just spilled over without cause. Like it was going to all along. Tover frowned half-unenthused. He’d been looking at Dawn just moments earlier trying to start a conversation. Not only was Dawn blameless, Oliver had accused her of something she clearly didn’t do, but did so in that condescending french fashion that just made the back of the neck bristle. It showed that his own Ego was worth more than the common decency of everyone else.

His grandmother would have floored the man with glee.



With agitated nonchalance, Tover lifted his cup to take a sip of the steamy okay-enough tea he’d fetched. He wanted to stay out of it for now, as he didn’t know if this was normal or a clever chess move. Everyone else seemed extremely pressed on the nose about the act, saying their piece about it as he assumed it was a case of the former for the teacher.


“With all due respect… It was an accident, and accidents have nothing to do with manners. You didn’t even let her say sorry before being mean about it."
When the blonde with curls made a decently satisfying quip back at the instructor, Tover decided to just partially sit this out and get to know people he was going to be in school with.
 He watched as Desdemona dabbed at the spill, only to make clear there wasn’t actually a spill. It didn’t take Tessa’s surprising knowledge of bloodline lineages to figure out Illusions fall under the trickster specialty. It had been on purpose, and it had been to slight what might have been one of the few people he actually knew before classes began. Not even the first day of school, and he had a professor he didn’t like. Which means he’d found the first class that was actually naptime.

Tover felt a tinge of surprise as the blonde girl with icy blue eyes suddenly chimed up about his lineage. Attention breaking from the crowd and general direction of the minor agitation. He hadn’t expected it to be known like that, but before he could even utter a word in response others drowned out the attempt. Still, while he didn’t know her name yet, Tessa’s bloodline knowledge received a very approving gaze as his mouth began the first vestiges of a smile. Watching her come to the defense of her friend.


"Can you figure out who did this? Because someone is being a big jerk and picking on Dawn to make her look bad in-front of you! This is so uncool."
The edges of his smile widened as Tessa made her own quip. If she’d feigned ignorance on purpose, it currently didn’t matter. People trying to be friends and standing up for one another was good stuff. Perhaps this had been a slightly more calculated move by Oliver after all. Providing students an opportunity to bond at the cost of their opinion of him. Either way.
Score Two - Nil for the students. Good~



People passed through the cafeteria benches with some frequency, and an unsurprising "Hello, My name is Adelaide Monroe" snuck in from the side. Tover had nothing against people saying hi, but this was already far messier of a conversation and larger of a group than he was comfortable with. His fingertips slid under the edge of the platter that he hadn’t even had a chance to take things off from, and if Dawn had not made mention of Italy, Tover would have left the table. Instead, a tiny, ever so slight sense of belonging crept in. He wasn’t completely alone in this massive school. That was enough. Enough to grit jaw and carry on.



He too remembered that sharp and loud meeting (yelling match) in Italy. Between the mothers of the family breaking into argument over contracts and the Memoli’s hand movements reminiscent of someone trying to explain to you just how good their pizza is, he recalled seeing Dawn excluded and sitting on a couch outside the ‘meeting room.’ He also recalled he’d taken a recent detour through the kitchens, pockets loaded with goodies. 

He would have passed her by had her eyes not made him think he was hallucinating. But no, those were certainly grey as well! Tover had felt such joy to find someone else with his eye color. Procuring puddings, and chunks of kielbasa. Even individual well-wrapped Italian cream cake pieces were all conjured up from his pockets.
It didn’t take long to discover he’d absconded with the entire sugary monster cake this way, and while somewhere a chef was going to be furious, he’d being sharing it with Evelyn quickly enough that there would be little evidence left. That’s odd. He recalled her name being Evelyn. Was it Dawn? It was all so long ago and so fuzzy, and that evening was one big sugar rush. It had been fantastic, for anyone not an adult.

Too didn’t wait for a convenient pause between all the hello greetings and cordiality of conversation. He turned his head and spoke kindly. “It’s nice to see you again too Dawn, Let’s chat proper when we’re not meeting a thousand people.” He took a light breath, but it didn’t pause him as he half slumped into the seat towards the table. Leaning on his open palm chin and jaw first, finger raised to touch his cheek~ He'd changed his mind on the silence and just waiting it out, upset and defensive enough to temporarily not be concerned with the pressure of being social in a brand new environment. Dawn was a friend. Dawn was going to get support. Tover leered at the professor with that trademark nonchalance and half-disinterest before putting some firm push behind his words.

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

“Good-Bye. Professor. You’re taking up Adelaide’s seat." was added additional dismissive and unwelcoming tone.
His hand rose to flag down the person that had just now put their best foot forwards into introducing themselves. Pointing at the space Oliver was occupying as he looked at Adelaide, with a calmer and neutral manner of speech saying: “That spot’s free.” As if it was matter of fact.

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The French man’s eyes watched Dawn carefully, observing her response.

She apologized immediately - Though, that was expected of anyone.
She hadn’t noticed how quick the Professor’s response had been to the spill - Another cue missed.
She went to clean up the mess - She still didn’t realize it was an illusion just yet.
And finally, she second guessed herself, having double-checked for verification before finally identifying it as an illusion all along. She was still unable to determine the Trickster whom was at fault. Skylar’s egotistical manner dropped immediately, the rude-teacher persona having been an act all along. His tone took on a much more humbling sound and his features became gentle and soft. The change was noticeably different and the Professor seemed a lot friendlier now.

“Well, I would say you have a good group of friends already,” he commented, having observed how many had come to her aid and let off a smile that was so inviting it was hard to believe this was the same teacher from moments ago. With a wave of his hand, the milk disappeared, still perfectly upright, revealing the culprit to anyone who hadn’t pieced it together yet.

Skylar proceeded to look at Tessa. “Hmm... Tessa, right? I heard you were interested in Illumination. I look forward to working with you." The French man seemed to know a lot about the students already, especially when it came to the students attending his classes. "While I appreciate your concern for Dawn, it was, in fact, not a prank.” His eyes moved to Dawn next.

“It was an assessment,” he explained, pulling out a small notebook and pen from his jacket, jotting a few things down.

“If there’s one thing you should all remember while you’re here at this school, it’s that, on its surface, not everything is as it appears. Sometimes there are hidden motives within.” His advice seemed to hold a strange tinge to it, almost as if he was referring to far more than just illusions of spilled milk.

“Miss Memoli, you aren’t able to identify illusions yet, are you?” He pondered over his notebook absently, tapping his pen. “That’s alright, it’s actually an advanced technique. I’ll be the one teaching it to you this semester. I'm teaching Trickery and Illumination this year.”

Skylar closed the notebook, tucking it away before looking up to address Dawn once more.

“I do apologize for that. I had to catch you off guard in order to get an accurate read. Though I would certainly hope,” his eyes trailed to Tessa for a moment, then to each individual at the table, “That a milk spill isn’t enough to make a student look bad. Especially a spill that was fabricated.”

It was at Tover’s rather rude and disrespectful dismissal that Skylar simply smiled a tad sheepishly and went to stand.

“Yes, of course. I was just leaving.”

He went to move before pausing with an after thought and addressing the entire table one last time. “I do want to make one thing clear before I go. If anyone pulls this sort of thing for harassment purposes or with any ill intent, do not be afraid to come report it to me so that I can tend to the situation personally. None of you should have to worry about students using their magic to bully you. If you need any help, my door is always open. Enjoy your breakfast, everyone.”

With that, the professor was off, swiftly exiting the cafeteria.

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Adelaide Monroe

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

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

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

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




Ezra Eleanor Josephs

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

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




Adelaide Monroe

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

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




Ezra Eleanor Josephs

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

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

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




Adelaide Monroe

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




Jasper Monroe

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

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

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

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

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

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Tessa eye's widened at Tover's words. The fact that he had the gall to say something so harsh and demeaning to a professor he just met was unheard of. Also she highly doubted that was the professor's point if he was indeed behind the act.

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

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

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

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

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During the continuation of the exchange with the teacher, Desi had tuned half out, dropped the crumpled napkin, and pulled out her cellphone to text her dad. She looked back up to see Adelaide backpedaling away rapidly as Skylar left and wrinkled her nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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An assessment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tover’s brain was on fire.

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

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

Why did it feel so good?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tower takes Bishop.

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

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

This place was chaos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One. Just one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kora continued to watch skeptically, unable to contain herself entirely and letting out a derisive laugh at the 'I'll be sure to to throw the last punch' remark; it was issuing from someone who she had a foot and half of height on, and who she'd assumed hadn't been getting combat lessons since she could walk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tover heard the clapping first.
Remaining in his stance and only turning his chin to see where the motion and noise had originated, his ghostly eyes fell to Jessica. He didn’t know her, nor her name. Not yet, at least, as he watched her applaud his actions with some others pitching in to join.

Would she ever know that she saved him? That it was her hands that allowed this to go as smoothly as it did, even as other began to join in?

He was dead nervous, senses regained and adrenaline spent. The words weren’t going to be enough. He realized it too late. About at that time his discomfort skyrocketed at the sight of several raised phones, noticing people were recording this. The attention Kora had gathered was temporarily moved to him as Tov altered the pieces on the board. He tried to keep himself together, loosening the striped tie just to cope and letting sounds other than the clapping temporarily drown. The public affirmation a soothing sense of support.

His diplomacy attempt was a little complicated, but from some of the looks he was getting that were also building up his anxiety, it seemed a few had realized what he was actually up to. This had come across like a slightly overdramatic speech, but it had contained some silent pre-requisites for it to succeed. He wanted to make friends, let this diffuse in a favorable way, and provide Kora a chance at redemption for her social life. All under the guise of apologizing to Tessa for the sake of showing care.

Standing in the middle of the cafeteria, he had a great albeit temporary view of the room and the people in it. He saw fresh entries, stragglers at the entrance, many a face he would likely share a class with. Someone dropped off some cleaning material for the.. ah. Aquamancer. Watery glob gave that away. While Kora seemed to do the best she could as she in her own way accepted his way out.

Not politically clean by any stretch, and while he felt unpleasant from Kora’s word-use she did in fact walk the walk. The Monroe’s seemed to be slighted, thought Kora hadn’t affected them? Not really, not counting their verbal back and forth. The girls had only spoken up when cheekbones over there had been.. ah. So that’s what they wanted. He’d have no part in that mess.

When Norrevinter began the walk, Tover notched the attempt as a success and quickly turned in order to head the same direction. Not quite out of the spotlight. Soon however he’d be able to sit and people would go their separate ways he hoped, the storm will have passed, though he silently wished the applause lasted just a little. He'd never gotten that before.

“I’m Tover.” He replied on the way there. “I’m glad Norrevinter stories on honor are true, and yes, it made me feel significantly better. You don’t know what you almost lost back there.”

He stopped to go around the other side of the table, breaking from their shared path in order to sit down next to Dawn as Kora did a bow to Tessa and uttered what.. was just going to have to count as apology. Good enough. It was the gesture that was needed more than the specific words. Enough to prove there was a person that could own up to its mistakes, and not just a bully.

That Mr. Sauvé himself showed up at the table shortly after was unexpected. He just got tussled around, why was he trying to be back for more. Baffling, until the bishop piece spoke to Tessa. He’d received a small nod from the Aquamancer earlier. Whether that had been in appreciation or a well-practiced subtlety in condescension on the act of attempting diplomacy with a mountain, he could not tell. He’d take it as the former unless something changed his mind.

Now hold on. Kora apologizing to Tessa was ceremonial. The redemption option that ended the tension and allowed some liberty back into the social life~ She’d carved her standing, niche, and general disposition into everyone’s minds on the first day, and this was so not all hope was lost. The Suave one however had no such gain from joining in on the apology.

Either he’d understood this was a chess move to save face, and wanted to raise his own standing on the platform it had offered. Was planning to use this as springboard for some ploy.. or.. He saw the passing of napkins, or rather, due to sitting at the part of the table where the folds were visible, some numerical scrawls. Son of a…

He silently reached across the table to grab his old food tray and slide it towards himself. Shakily picking up his teacup, now colder, and taking a heavy swig. Those Monroe girls were going to be fuming in about no time flat. Tover lightly looked up from his teacup to Larke, as if looking over the brim of glasses he wasn’t wearing. “They’re going to remember that.” Not bothering to say whom. If the Suave one was as clever and predatorial as he’d assumed the guy was, it should have been fairly obvious, and talking his way out didn’t seem an impossible task for Mr. likely to be a future career politician. His eyes were back on his tray shortly after, finally having an opportunity to eat.

Or at least he would have if he didn’t hear what must have been some Janitor grumbling about food privileges saunter along and complain. He was surprised he didn’t hear a mop squelch and squiggle the floors, he’d imagined it go hand in hand with grumpy complain mumbles like that. Until the grumbles didn’t make sense, as janitors don’t make demands of students. So he looked up, and then he saw the suit.

The blue gloves reminded him of the serenity movie. “Two by two, hands of blue.” He spoke to no-one, just thinking out loud before turning his attention to Dawn, since he was sitting beside her.

He felt oddly pleasant to be back here, and turned his chest and shoulders to face her. A thankful nod directed at Desi and Tessa, unknowingly opening up his body language as her company was welcomed and interesting. Ontop of being the first person that had made him fee welcome. “Thanks for picking up Tessa. I was too slow.” He nudged his nose in the direction of the Tower and Bishop. Kora and Larke. “I think that went well enough, though don’t tell anyone, but my heart is pounding and I’m a shaking leaf.” He took another strong swig of his tea, emptying the cup to his dismay. More would have been better.

“Dawn, right? I remembered the name Evelyn earlier. Not sure if that was right. If you’re still up for that chat, I’d be up for making some friends.” He smiled just a little, color returning to his face over time. “I need to thank the girl that started the applause later. I think she might have saved me from being ignored.” He mentioned, though it appeared to be mostly as a reminder to self. Regardless of that, he put down the cup, and looked to Dawn for conversation. Half for the company, half to feel better and get the shakes to stop.

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Well.

Dawn’s first day was turning out to be much more interesting than she had originally thought. Whether or not that was an entirely good thing was up for debate, but either way. Several strong personalities had already made themselves known. The Council kids were obvious competitors so far, as well as the two girls she wasn’t quite able to identify at first- Monroes, apparently. A trace of surprise went through her as Tover stepped into the cluster of activity that had formed, and a bit more at his giving of an impromptu speech to one Norrevinter. She wasn’t quite sure if he would be rewarded for his efforts, but one still had to give props for trying.

Absently, Dawn caught a small bit of the exchange between Jason and Tessa, but her mind was elsewhere. The information went unprocessed. Instead, her smile returned as the other girl quickly bounced back to her previous level of energy, seemingly unaffected by the whole ordeal. “Well,” she began, “she, um. Came pretty fast. Unless you were psychic, I don’t think you could have really known she was going to knock you over like that. And-” Dawn’s face brightened somewhat- “it, um, wasn’t too big of a deal. You defended me, so it’s really the least I can do to help you up like that.”

The Trickster’s gaze flickered over to the scene of the crime, where a dark haired boy had just dashed up, given a glass of water to a rather disheveled Sterling, and booked it as fast as he had came. “You think they’ve met before this? I mean, he,” in reference to Larke, “seems pretty...composed, considering someone just went at him out of nowhere.” Of course, knowing the line, there was also a chance that he was just managing to roll with the punches to save face in this situation. A fair chance, indeed.

Dawn continued to watch as Tover wrapped up his speech, and Kora gave her own reaction- much less impressed than others (in the distance, she could faintly hear the sound of someone giving her applause) before trudging over to Tessa and apologizing.

Dawn’s brows raised. Color her impressed. Considering how things had been going, she was a tad surprised that it had all been solved without any larger conflict. Even one of the Monroes, who had been bristling with anger during a part of the confrontation, had walked off to somewhere else in the cafeteria. Granted, she doubted that the feud between the Norrevinters and Sterlings would end here (the parting bit of Kora’s apology and Larke’s comment proved that), but as no one was on the receiving end of a breakfast shower at the moment, Dawn considered that a definite improvement.

She watched as Larke gave his own apology to Tessa, pulling the concerned gentleman card with ease, before turning her attentions over to whom she presumed to be a teacher. Dawn wasn’t keen on bringing up any familiarity herself yet- especially with Sterlings. She adjusted the cuff of her sleeve somewhat, and was listening to the teacher’s commentary of things when Tover spoke up. Dawn blinked, batted some of the hair out of her face, and looked over to the newly reseated Book.
“It really wasn’t too big of a deal,” Dawn repeated, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. “Desdemona and I were closer, anyway.” At Tover’s next comment, the corners of her mouth lifted again. “Well, considering nobody is flipping anyone into a table right now, I’d say it was a job well done.” Her hands lifted, folding together neatly on the polished surface of the table. “You did pretty good holding yourself together up there, though, I think. I heard a few people clapping, too.”

At Tover’s mention of the name Evelyn, her smile widened, showing off some of her teeth. “That’s my middle name, actually. So you weren’t completely off.” Dawn explained. “And, ah. I would have no problem with more talking, really.” She paused, then, glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around. “I didn’t see whoever started it. It was nice of her- whoever she is.”

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Tessa was not surprised when Kora approached her and apologized in a very Norrevinter. She bowed her head back to the other girl and smiled. "It's okay no harm done! Apology accepted, I hope we do get a chance to be friends later." She smiled up at the taller girl. After all having a giant as a friend was never a bad idea.

No what surprised her was went Larke Sterling of all people walked up and pointed out she had some food one her leg and handed her a napkin. Her face went red as she desperately fought a blush. "Umm yeah thanks. I'm sure that you aren't that bad Larke." She gripped the newly acquired napkin and lean down to wipe the spot that he had pointed out. When she did the newly printed number was noticed and her face turned a nice scarlet. As Montana entered she tuned him out thankful for the distraction as she slipped the napkin into a hidden pocket.

Then as gracefully as she could she rushed back to the table with Desi and Dawn in tow speaking excitedly in French for a moment before switching to a quiet English as she realized no-one could understand her. "Guys I have something awesome to tell you later it is juicy too!" Calming down a bit she looked over at Tover and Dawn offering them a smile as she raised her voice. "That was some awesome negotiating Tov, butterflies or not you did great! Oh that girl no idea who she is but with a speech like that I doubt anyone could ignore you. You were like a practiced diplomat, where did you learn to do that? You really helped Kora out, are you trying to get in her good graces?" Her blue eyes stared at Tover studying him intently for any sign of falsehood in his answers to the bombardment of questions.

Once the answers to her questions were received she grinned looked between Tover, Desi, and Dawn. "Evelyn isn't such a bad name, I know mine is Sigrid which means Victory in Scandinavian. However that is a really weird story as to how I got it and why. So what about you guys Desi and Tov, now that you know our middle names it is only fair for you to tell us yours."

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ImageFacing Dawn, Tover noticed the small personal war she was having to push hair out of her face before the conversation began. The lack of raven locks muddling her face let those grey eyes be visible again, and it caused the edge of a smile to curve on his face. What an oddly pleasant feeling. Was this what it felt like to make real friends, instead of that simulacrum atrocity his family accepted? He felt a little flush, though that may have been just from the recovery of his borderline fearless intervention just earlier.

“It really wasn’t too big of a deal, Desdemona and I were closer, anyway.”
Well that was a relief, he’d thought it might have been otherwise, but bothersome little trails of thought like that were very common for him, and just hearing he was okay always did wonders to shut those down. Dawn’s shrug an almost helpful reinforcer.

It was the curve of her lips as they slid into the beginnings of a smile that made him feel warm, and just a touch helpless. He’d made someone smile? His face, while generally marred with practiced nonchalance softened its features into a warmer expression as he listened.
“Well, considering nobody is flipping anyone into a table right now, I’d say it was a job well done.” He saw her fingers fold, and sat up in response, as if she might suddenly be a little more serious.
“You did pretty good holding yourself together up there, though, I think. I heard a few people clapping, too.”

Forget warm. He was turning pinkish red in the cheeks and shyly had to turn away a little. His grey eyes cast down and to the side, some loose locks of hair falling back out of place over his forehead as a full-on unstoppable smile of pride and fulfillment stuck to his face, listening to her clear up the naming convention as the tips of his fingers felt prickly, raising them to rub the back of his head after managing a small mention.
”T..thanks, that means a lot.”

“That’s my middle name, actually. So you weren’t completely off.” Dawn explained. “And, ah. I would have no problem with more talking, really.” She had paused, glanced over her shoulder, then turned back around. “I didn’t see whoever started it. It was nice of her- whoever she is.”

When Dawn mentioned clapping he instinctively turned back to look at the table along with dawn, locating where the girl in the big hoodie sat. She seemed somewhat covered in bits of fur here and there because of the hoodie, but that didn’t matter at the moment. Glad to just have recognized her before turning back to face Dawn as Tessa joined in on the conversation.
”I don’t know her name yet, but it’s the girl in the messy hoodie over there. I’m not going to bother her now though, she’s got her own thing going. I’ll thank her when I can later. Also, Evelyn’s a really nice name. Probably why it stuck~ I’d be happy to have some long conversations when we both have free time to catch up!” Tover sounded almost chipper.

The invitation to conversation with Evelyn was a pleasantry he was going to enjoy delving into sometime, but it looked like group socializing was going to cut up the deeper conversations people could be having at the moment. It was pleasant though, thinking everyone should get this, a tender blossoming warmth behind the middle of the chest from talking to classmates who were becoming friends.

His attention split from the inner sensations he was experiencing as some Tessa speedily cut in with some strong french. He spoke the language, but she was going a bit fast, his color balancing back to normal during his momentary frown that spoke volumes of what he was understanding while she spoke. A tempered pleasant look replaced it when she kicked up her translating skills.

"Guys I have something awesome to tell you later it is juicy too!”
As nice as that was, he had the odd feeling that what Tessa had to say was very much going to be ‘girl talk.’ Making Tover look around for a temporary way out for a minute or so before he could return to the table. Surely there was someone he could temporarily say hi to and maybe pull into this in-the-middle-of-being-minted group of friends. ”That’s nice~” was all he managed to say before Tessa slid into sudden questioning twined with pleasant compliments, her bubbly personality really shining through.

"That was some awesome negotiating Tov, butterflies or not you did great! Oh that girl no idea who she is but with a speech like that I doubt anyone could ignore you. You were like a practiced diplomat, where did you learn to do that? You really helped Kora out, are you trying to get in her good graces?”
The kindness of her compliments had been a very welcomed, if not an outright necessity for the well being of his continued social growth and overall well-being. He’d been silently wrecked in some ways by the whole ordeal. Hearing things like this though, this helped. He felt much better with the supportive validation from his peers, and general acceptance that he’d not only done the right thing, but that people were a little impressed with the whole thing. It was a quiet reward for trying to be himself, and instead of being met with the disdain that would normally have followed at home. Here it seemed.. it seemed welcomed.

Steady as he felt from the social feedback, an icy chill clamped to his senses. He coulden’t help but see similarities in the gaze Tessa’s blue eyes held as she leered at him with an almost zealous intensity. It reminded of some of the looks he’d gotten from people that had only wanted something out of him. Her compliments had likely been sincere, and if Tover had to make a guess, she had noticed what he might have been actually up to with that chess move of his. Well. Half-move~ He did have something he didn’t want to see again fueling the action.

There was a messy comprehensive answer in his head, but it broke down easy enough as his face crunched together in pensive though. When his features softened and returned to leaning-on-the-table nonchalance, he was good to talk.
“Tessa, right?” Tover started, taking a sip from his cup of water since his tea was all gone. “First off thanks for the kind words, you’re a good part responsible for why I’m ‘Okay’ right now, along with Dawn, and mystery girl who started clapping over there. Until a bit ago. well..” He raised his hand holding the water cup a little, it still had a tremor.

“I’m no diplomat. I just.. I’ve been around a lot of people that had to know just what to say in order to get the result they want.” He paused to look right at Tessa, but his body posture shifted to something defensive, like he really didn’t want to talk about this, at all, because it caused such discomfort. “My family is a matriarchy. I’m not exactly a people person, but saying the wrong thing to the wrong girl in my family can net you some pretty brutal and unorthodox responses and results.”

Tover cleared his throat to bite away the topic, it was too uncomfterable and it showed heavily all over him, eyebrows strained as he took a proper drink of water and got into answering. “A couple years ago I was in a private school, and something very much like this happened.” He nodded over to Norrevinter. “Except that back then, I didn’t know what the cost was. Over a few years that person only ever got seen as a bully, and was treated in a way that only made things go more and more downhill. All because they never had a chance to turn it around, because of something they did right at the beginning in front of everyone. I only learned later of the effects that had, and I wasn’t the person you just saw talking either. I coulden’t help then, and I felt regret. I couldn’t bear to see watching it play out for a second time. So I was just going to take the humiliation of failing infront of everyone.” his head dipped down, as if the outcome he was expecting in his head was playing and it was considerably more bleak that what had actually transpired. ” I’d rather live with the knowledge that I did what I wanted and followed my will, then live with another regret of “It didn’t have to be that way.”

Tover was fighting with his tie without having noticed it. The thing almost completely undone. He was frowning during his lean, the common eyes only half-open look glued to an empty spot in the middle of the table. Like he coulden’t bear to look at anyone right now. “If it happens that Kora likes me more because of it.. I mean. It would be nice, and I won’t mind, because I’ve always wanted more friends. Real friends.” He raised his head, and looked in Norrevinter’s general direction. “But I doubt it. She’s a big bundled ball of pride, and I think all I actually did was maybe prevent the mess from getting worse, but I doubt she sees me as anything more than someone who got in the way of her feuding. If that’s how it is, that’s fine. I did my part in giving her the chance to show that she was a person, and not just.. another bully. Because I wasn’t convinced the person from a few years ago was one either, just never got the chance to be seen as anything else.”

Tover moved his food tray to the side. “That aside, I’m sorry for using your fall as an excuse to get that done. That wasn’t kind of me. But it doesn’t seem like that’s something you didn’t know.” His ghostly grey eyes met Tessa’s, and returned the penetrating gaze. She was clever. She wasn’t the only one as Tover was warming up to her. “I’m happy to have made a friend that realized there was more to my little piece of drama than just pretty words. Thanks Tessa, and thanks for playing along and letting things play out so things went well for everyone.” His expression faded back to a solemn calm. Breaths easing into the soft normality as his explanation was over, a small smile returning as he remembered all the pleasant things that were said.

“I don’t have a middle name. The name is just Tover, some people just use ‘Tov’ if it’s easier for spelling. If a nickname happens to come up, those are nice too. At the moment though, I think you said that you had some juicy details to tell people. Erm… well. That sounds like it’s girl-talk, and I feel a little in the way.” Tover pushed away from the table and stood up, looking around to catch Jason Avalon in the corner of his eye, giving a stern talking to the black-haired spitfire that had darted in and provided napkins to Sterling. In that little group, he saw the place where he remembered the little fluff-critter-thing was making that dangerous noise earlier. Was it just him or did it look like that that girl felt really left-out?

Tover squinted at the sight before looking back down at the girls with some concern. “Hey Dawn, Tess? there’s a girl over there that looks really left out, and you’re all really pleasant. So while you’re gossiping, I’m going to see if I can’t get her to come to this table so she can make some friends too. Okay? He gave a brisk nod in Mitch’s direction to give a heads up where he was going, and tapped the table twice to say he was off before walking.

The girls might have noticed that there might have been another reason or two he took a temporary break from the table. Opening up hadn’t made him comfortable, and the sudden shakiness in his voice near the end gave away that he really just needed a minute to recover. He was going to be fine and back, he didn’t dislike their company. Still, Tover is a boy talking talking to a group of girls, and that alone still needed some getting used to.

He made it a point to take the long way around. For comfort’s sake if nothing else as he approached the table and softly spoke to the girl with the.. fluff-dog-thing on her lap when he was close enough. Tover said hi from the side where Mitch didn’t have an earbud in. “Em, hey. I’m at the table with some girls who are trying to make friends, and we noticed you were kind of keeping to yourself over here. Did you want to come make some friends too? We’ve got an open spot at the table for you, and these guys look pretty busy.”

It wasn’t a ploy either. Avalon was standing there with fire in his eyes and a purpose in his stance, and the Black-haired guy he was talking to seemed engrossed in the conversation. Whatever Avalon had planned, it wasn’t something he was part of, and it was just going to have to play out without him. Then again, he really felt like he’d met Avalon before, and just couldn’t place where. Something to do with chess? Maybe. There was something about the way the guy spoke that just felt familiar. He’d ask later. For now he was glad for the momentary reprieve as he caught a few words between Jason and Drake, his shoulder turned to them. Not quite wanting to get involved in something again so soon.

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Drake did not find her joke about Apple to be funny.

In fact, now that there was somebody new at the table, Drake seemed not to notice that Mitch existed at all. Par for that course. She started flicking through various albums and playlists, eyes still set ahead, and the hand holding her phone resting on Apple’s back. Just as she had settled on something she wanted to hear, another voice came up beside her.

Too close to logically not be speaking to her.

“Em, hey. I’m at the table with some girls who are trying to make friends, and we noticed you were kind of keeping to yourself over here. Did you want to come make some friends too? We’ve got an open spot at the table for you, and these guys look pretty busy.”

Mitch turned her head to face up in the direction of the speaker, and Apple scuttled up to the top of her head to give the White-Haired-Male-Thing a good sniff. Her murky gaze settled fairly close to on center (for he was so close that it was a difficult target to miss) and she furrowed her brow as the sound of his voice ran through the necessary recognition process.

”You’re the boy who shut up the Norrevinter,” she said matter-of-factly, and swung her body around from the seat so that she could stand. A short click of her tongue sent Apple slipping down her body quick as Mercury over a lab coat, and he sat at attention beside her. She slipped her hand down to grab his harness, and gave a shy smile toward the speaker. ”And I think I’d like that,” she answered as she stood, ”Just point us to it. Or. I mean. Kinda start walking and Apple can figure it.”

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Jason watched Drake like a hawk looking at prey, before slowly raising an eyebrow. His tone was amused as he spoke to the black haired youth as if he were a child. "For future reference when two people fight you have four options. Tell someone with authority, get between the two, try to be diplomatic about it, or stay where you are. Now since you had zero idea who those two were and their power level plus skill level getting between them would have been dangerous on your part. You are honestly lucky that Kora and Larke were not fighting or you would be on the floor in pain right now for getting in over your head." He paused for a moment as he let the words sink in before continuing.

"That girl was not trampled and was fine, I had my eye on the situation the whole time and was monitoring it. While you may have not meant it to be a hostile remark it was taken as a hostile remark." Jason's fingers drummed on the table as he tried to correctly word his next statement. "Yes I said feud, the Sterlings and Norriventers have been feuding since the 16th century for various reasons. I'm going to explain this to you now since you do not seem to grasp the situation. By showing favor to one of those two you are declaring an alliance without realizing it or not, which means the other may declare you as their enemy and bring you into the feud."

Jason sighed as he looked at Drake "You must be a new comer to our little society, my suggestion to you is to be informed and think before you act or it will cause trouble for you and your kin." Tover approached and talked to Mit- something while he was busy talking with Drake. The Book boy seemed full of surprises today, he had never known the other to be particularly social. Then again it had been years since he had last seen Tover.

So Drake had been thoroughly reprimand and things were explained to the newbie, he had done his job now to throw the poor boy a bone. "Why don't you join your friend over at the other table, I'm sure that they can answer any questions about society that you may have." He added on a polite smile to make the words seem softer and take away a bit of the bite. "After all I've kept you from your companion here long enough." With that he turned his head to Tover and mouthed the words 'Watch Them' when Drake wasn't looking. After all if anyone could watch out for a blind girl and an idiot it was Tover.

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#, as written by Hyro
Drake looked over at the exchange between Tover and Mitch, his reaction similar to that of a kicked puppy. Mitch had jumped the gun on the opportunity presented to her, not even giving him a second glance, much less inviting him along. She had seemed rather eager to leave, and it felt like a knife to the heart. In the boy's lack of social experience, his mind could only reach one conclusion.

She hates me.

Of course. He was a fool to think he'd made a friend in the short time span he'd been here. She was only there because she was out of options. But now she had an opportunity, and she took it without a second thought. The boy looked back to Jason now, a mixture of frustration and defeat in his nearly silver eyes. He was only half listening, but he'd caught enough to get a general gist of what Jason was saying. Though it honestly just sounded like one big scolding, and, to think, he'd been interrupted just to be lectured.

And to go as far as to call Mitch his companion, well... Now he was just humoring him. Or perhaps Jason pitied him, neither of which Drake cared for.

"Thank you for the information and the offer, but..."

The boy's eyes trailed over to the table of girls, Mitch's next destination, with a bit of a disconnect. Who was he to ruin Mitch's chance to make friends? The others were just as likely to dislike him as Mitch had. He doubted she wanted to be associated. Drake's eyes pried away, refocusing on the table before him, avoiding eye contact altogether now.

"I think,"he spoke slowly, keeping his voice steady, "I'm just going to go find my dorm. If you'll excuse me."

With that, the young pyromancer stood, reaching for his guitar case and slinging it over his back. He then paused with an after thought.

All this lecturing, and over what? Cleaning up a mess? Really? Was being nice such a crime here? The urge to say something, to simply defend himself, grew stronger. He really should have just kept his mouth shut and left it, but that wasn't who he was. And besides...

"You know, being that I gave the boy napkins and cleaned up the girl's mess for her, it would seem I never actually chose a side, would it? It's almost as if I was just trying to be helpful all around. Anyway, lesson learned. I know my place now."

Drake picked up his tray.

"Have a good day, Jason."

With that, the boy walked over to the nearest trash can and dumped his tray, setting it on top with the others. Shifting the weight of his guitar case on his shoulder, he gave one more glance over the cafeteria. From his perspective, it seemed everyone had an easy time making friends, each of them in their own little groups. Feeling just as alienated as he had before he'd gotten here, the boy turned to leave.

Perhaps he would fall back on his original plan. Keep to himself. Stick to books and playing guitar. Those two things had never let him down. Besides, it was probably better that way.