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Class Change

Who: Sophie and YOU
What: An accident-prone knight-in-training ends up in another Deeprealm and has to set aside the lance to study magic. It's going to be a disaster.
Where: Around campus
When: December, before the big event ~~just to make things more difficult for Tyzias~~
Warnings: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...none?

Starchime Library

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

The sound seems to be reverberating through Starchime library, most likely making it difficult for anyone else attempting to use the library for research or study purposes to get anything done. Sophie knows she's making things more difficult for the other students, and that's not helping her mood improve any either.

Hitting the books seemed like a good way to get started, right? Magic comes from books in her world, so when Sophie found out this school had a library that seemed like the best way to get a leg-up on learning how to be a mage. 'Cause that's what she has to do now, apparently! Her mom got sucked into another dimension and ended up in a world of fantastic technology and high adventure to take part in a quest to save all of reality. She's met a few of her mom's friends from that world, former "Heroes of Light" and they're a pretty cool bunch.

Sophie gets sucked into another universe, and it's to go to school. Okay, fine. She had tutors as a kid. She can do this. To the library! She even went to the liberty of taking her shoes and socks off, placing them on the floor next to her, socks carefully stuffed into the shoes, since for some reason being barefoot always seems to help her concentrate better. She can do this!

Her enthusiasm for her newfound studies lasted as long as it took to open her first text on magic and her eyes had glazed over before she'd even finished the first page. Even now, trying to read the (incredibly tiny why is it so tiny) text she's pretty sure all she's making it is line after line of

Womp womp womp womp womp womp womp. Womp womp womp? Womp! Womp womp, womp womp womp. Womp. &!!!Q!!!?*****Q????*&*&!Q!!

And she is certain there aren't actually as many q's in that passage. So, textbook (incredibly big text why is it so big if the text is so small) open in front of her forgotten for the time being, Sophie has settled for just banging her head against the table, slowly, and methodically. It seems about as useful a method of passing the time as any until she, er, explodes or melts into water or whatever.

Help?

Bad Decisions at 3AM; Promenade

Okay, so being a mage is good and all but it's never been Sophie's main goal; that's always to become a knight, like her father. No, not just a knight-a great knight. Well, not actually a Great Knight, she doesn't really like using axes, but definitely a Paladin-actually you know what, we're getting off-track here.

Sophie wants to be a knight, not a mage, and that's a whole different set of skills. And she doesn't even have Avel here with her, which makes the whole mounted combat aspect even harder than having Avel normally makes it. And classes still take up most of her day, but she can't afford to slack in her training. Something's got to give and Sophie is sensible enough to know what.

Sleep, obviously. She can use most of the night to keep up the parts of her knightly training that she can do, and right now that's keep up her swordsmanship and lance-work.

Or she could, if she had a sword or lance with her. But nothing to fear! She found some sticks, and after several hours of diligent work she...she broke them in half. But then she went out and found another set and broke those too but the third pair lasted and with some hard, and very, very, very careful work she managed to turn them into kind of a training sword and lance. Sort of. Close enough, probably.

It was two in the morning at that point and trying to do combat training in the common room would probably make her housemates mad at her, so she's relocated to the Promenade. Is it dark? Yes. Is it cold? Yes. Is Sophie actually very tired because it's three AM now? Yes.

But this is what she can do and it's what she's going to do.

Good decisions, Sophie makes them.

It might be a good idea for someone to check on her.

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His early (early) mornings are no longer spent in the Library of Ash and Fire, furiously trying to learn unethical and unwise summoning techniques... So while Crowley sleeps away the night, today Aziraphale finds himself outside in the chilly morning air, returning from the temples. The visit had confirmed his suspicion: Eleven is no longer here.

He spots the girl with her makeshift sword and frowns, already starting to shed his own winter coat to offer in concern as he makes his way over. This was not the kind of environment one needed to be out here, sweating and freezing their way to knightly heroics. Human youth have always been so...so...foolishly unaware of their own mortal fragility.

"Young lady, you're going to catch your death out here."

Sophie is so caught up in her training, however improvised it might be, that she entirely fails to hear Aziraphale's approach; she's mid thrust of her stick-lance when he speaks, and she squeaks in surprise.

"AH! What the-" and then her foot slips on an icy patch, the stick goes flying out of her hands, and down she starts to go.

Whether she hits the ground or not, at least she's no longer battling exhaustion, for the time being.

Funny thing about criticizing the youthful disregard for their own health and safety is that being an immortal being tends to cause the same lack of sense sometimes. Not that he's prone to risking inconvenient dis-corporation, but well... Ice is slippery. But when miracles don't exist, sometimes one must take matters into their own hands. So with more haste than is wise on the icy pathway, he hurries forward and reaches out to catch her with a steadying strength that is slightly too sure for your typical human.

He gives her a hopefully pleasant, unassuming, totally human and not awkward smile.

"Goodness!" He rights her with a pat on the back and picks up his coat from where he'd dropped it. After a quick shake off, he draped it over her shoulders. "What is so important you're out here at this hour?"

It is with great relief that Sophie finds her downward ascent stopped. Whoa, that's a firm grip there. Using the helpful stranger to steady herself, Sophie nods and looks towards him...and then blinks in confusion at what is probably the weirdest smile she's ever seen anyone give.

"Uhhh...oh!" Shaking her head clear, Sophie nods. "Oh, y-you know. Just trying to get a little training in before bed. I'd have done it in the common room, but there's just so much stuff in there to knock over and break, and then people would complain and I'm new here so I kind want people to get a good first impression, but this out here seemed like a good wide space to train and I'd have tried to do it sooner but there's only so many hours in the day and making serviceable training weapons took a lot longer than I expected I'm talking really fast aren't I it's just been a stressful couple of days my name's Sophie how's yours?"

He blinks. And blinks some more. Surely she has to breath in there somewhere.

He laughs kindly. How is his name, indeed.

"Not nearly as pretty as Sophie, but I hope mine is good enough. You may call me Mr. Fell." Aziraphale offers a warm hand to shake before suggesting, as if imparting a secret, "May I suggest the Great Hall instead? It will be a little warmer, and far enough from the living quarters that I think it shouldn't disturb anyone's sleep. There are tables and food we might knock over, but during this time of day, I suspect those who are there will be willing to share the space."

"O-oh thank you, my parents gave it to me." She replies somewhat awkwardly. "Um, sorry. It's nice to meet you Mr. Fell." As soon as she says the name however, she blanches. "Ooooh gods, you're not part of the faculty, are you?" Sophie's face is already starting to redden in embarrassment. If she just made a complete fool of herself in front of one of the teachers, she is going to die of embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, the Great Hall...that hadn't even occurred to me." She says, nodding. It's...actually now that she's not focused on her training, Sophie's just starting to notice how cold it actually is, and she pulls Mr. Fell's coat tighter around herself in response. "Y-yeah, you're right, maybe that would be a better idea. Wait. "We" might knock over stuff? Are you...offering to spar with me?" Her voice rises with hope as she asks. Training always goes better with a sparring partner.

Edited 2019-12-10 06:38 (UTC)

"Oh no, no, I'm not faculty," he tries to reassure her and save her from any further misunderstanding on that front. Aziraphale is definitely not a professor here; though he's pretty certain at this point he could teach How Not To Summon Demons 101. "I'm a student in the Ka House. And it's certainly nice to meet you, too."

He fidgets a bit, and not because he is cold.

"Well, I was thinking, yes, I could," he admits, cheeks blushing pink. "I mean, it has been a while," he continues with almost giddy excitement of his own, and leans down to retrieve her wooden weapons. "And I'm very much out of practice, but that is, if you'd deign to spar with a silly old fellow such as myself--" He looks over from where he had been hefting one weapon in his right hand, turning his wrist as if measuring the weight and balance, and finding it adequate. "It could be quite fun."

Sophie breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. It's been hard enough here without the teachers thinking I'm hopeless too. I'm a student in, um, A-Aer et Calculum." Boy that's hard to say.

The stick actually seems to mimic the weight and feel of a sword quite well; Sophie's obviously someone who's spent enough time with them in her hand to know what they feel like. It's the same for the lance; they should serve quite well despite their rough appearance. She's positively beaming when Aziraphale confirms he'd like to spare with her, even clapping her hands together excitedly. "Yes! That'd be great, thank you so much. Come on, night's not getting any younger!"

They walk in silence towards the hall, but not for long; one might get the sense that silence is never long when Sophie's around. "Hey, were you a knight yourself?" She asks him curiously. "You said it'd been awhile, but you have had martial training, right? Being a knight's all I've ever wanted to be since I was a little girl, but this..." She gestures vaguely at the darkened academy all around them. "I don't think I'm cut out for this magic business." She sighs. "It's been a rough couple of days. I miss home." Now she knows how her mother felt when she got pulled into some weird Deeprealm; found a quiet place to herself and bawled her eyes out, is what she told Sophie. She knows the feeling.

Edited 2019-12-11 07:09 (UTC)

Bad Decisions at 3AM; Promenade

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Big Apple, 3 AM

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Starchime Library

time to ruin Tyzias' day

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