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April Event and Intro Log
Move off the common paths and onto 'shortcuts' or less frequented areas of the vast campus and things are quite different. Here, the plants grow just as experience with this chaotic and often dangerous school would lead you to expect. Broad-leafed stalks stretch upwards, petals unfolding to reveal long jets of fire instead of a sensible stamen. Bushes have large toothy mouths, and viciously swallow anyone who comes near (though they are still just bushes, and the victims end up on the their other side just a few scratches worse for wear). A tree grows quills instead of needles; another sprouts paper airplanes instead of leaves. An extremely aggressive pitcher-plant wanders the pathways, mugging students at knifepoint. It's a jungle out there.
Uh-huh. A pack of bullies with more spell experience than wisdom has banded together to take delight in the suffering of others. They overtly pick on the small, the meek, and those with less magical skill; they torment the larger, the bold, and the powerful in secret. Worse, they are the clever sorts of bullies, who go out of their way not to get caught and not to do anything that can't be played off or explained away. Maybe you attracted their attention by looking weak enough to pick on. Or strong enough to need to be taken down a notch. Or weird enough that you were the Other and thus lesser. Or pretty/handsome enough that you needed to look less attractive so they would look more so. They are pretty good at justifying picking on anyone, really. Are they pestering you by magical tripping or property destruction? Playing keep-away with your class books? Better be careful how you respond; their fathers might hear about it.
Now, to their credit, the assembled people aren't heartless. If a ship truly looks to be in trouble, or if it's smashed to the ground or into a dock, the people of Anastara don't hesitate to help those on board to safety or ensure that they don't go down with their ship. But mostly it's watching the chaos. It IS quite a show...
This month, the team has developed a Sundering Glyph designed to detect any influence of the magic on you. Painted on your arm, it will shine with a bright light when a Sundering effect attempts to influence you. They explain that they believe the Sundered are still subject to either the spell that brought them here or new ones, because they have detected remnants of Sundering magic in the wake of students who have mysteriously disappeared. They ask only that you report back when it lights up. Problem: when the Glyph erupts, either because of the Glyph itself or the spell it has detected... those who bear it find themselves no longer where they started. Perhaps they find themselves in a classroom late at night. Or the wrong dormitory. Or in the Great Hall in their nightshirt. Or for the utterly lowbrow amongst you, a restroom occupied by the wrong gender. Whatever the case: sorry.
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[ all of the beautiful flora that had sprouted had yugi interested in spending more time outside. it’s a shame the outdoors didn’t share the sentiment, because he swore everything was trying to kill him. he’d already gotten swallowed by a bush for having sat on a bench too closely to where it was rooted and while, yes, it was only a bush he was still picking the assortment of leaves and twigs out of his hair. peregrin didn’t seem to like them at all, since he’d already been jabbed about a half dozen times by a plant firing off quills. yugi can be found with peregrin coiled around his neck looking exasperated and disheveled... and he's also sitting in a protective bubble he cast around himself, which kind of defeats the entire purpose of being out here, but it's keeping him safe from all the vines. he certainly could have move elsewhere, but he's stubborn, and this is the spot he wanted to enjoy. ]
👑 bullies, of course.
[ it doesn’t seem to matter where yugi is, but he’s always was and clearly always will be the target of bullying. he sighs, staring down at the books knocked out of his hands. he doesn’t feeling like fighting back, because that’s clearly what they want, so he just lets them tire of harassing him. that is until they target his familiar. now it’s an all out war, except, we’ll, not really. the bullies have trapped peregrin in a chest of their own creation and continue to taunt Yugi will his freedom. yugi clutched his wand tightly, knocking a few bullies back with the forceful push of a spell, so he could see about chanting the incantation for a sigil, but they immediately retaliate and send him flying back several feet. ]
[ he grunts, landing on his back, which nearly knocks the wind out of him, but he's not going to let them bully his familiar... but he probably can’t do this alone, soooo a little help? ]
👑 research on the sundered.
[ though yugi doesn’t approve of the way in which the handle and conduct themselves he admires the research being done, because almost everyone here has no business being here. they need to get home, and while yugi is still uncertain about where he stands he continues to help them. the glyph is new... and honestly he’s a bit worried about it, especially after the last fiasco, but he tries to keep his negative thoughts in check. he’s keeping a close eye on it, however, and it’s not until he’s settling down for an evening of studying that it activates and he’s throw somewhere else. ]
[ hopefully you weren't in the middle of something important, because have a surprise yugi. he’ll be inconveniently appeared right in the way and looking just as confused ( if no more so ) than you. ]
Sorry about that. I, ah, ... I’m not sure how I... got here... [ he looks around trying to get his bearings. ]
👑 other.
[ hit me up on plurk at respawnin321 if you’d like to do something else! ]
research
He curses under his breath and reaches for the light. ]
---what the?
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[Aw man, who doesn't love a good flower? Sure, the man-eating one in Brazil made for some bad memories, but since then, Webby has learned how to be careful!
... Sorta.]
Hey, um, could you lend me a hand?
[Why are you hearing that voice from above you? Well, it appears that she's gotten tangled up in some nasty vines, and is now hanging upside-down. She'd appreciate some assistance.]
Yeesh, no wonder is is a good torture technique, I feel ill.
Bullies, Of Course
[Seeing as Webby is little and adorable, the bullies probably felt she was an easy target. Here she is, cornered, surrounded, and wand-less!]
Without your wand, you're like a beakless duck!
Hey, that's not a bad idea!
Now we can really wipe that smile off your face!
... Oh, this is such a relief. I've really been lax in my physical training.
[Webby begins to crack her knuckles. Do you -
A) leap into the fray to save her, or
B) come across a pile of battered and bludgeoned bullies, as Webby ever so calmly dusts herself off.]
Wind At The Docks (aka The Prompt Where You Don't Get Mugged)
[Where is a good bag of popcorn when you need it? This is better than anything on TV back home! Currently, two vessels are engaged in all-out combat.]
I think Dewey would really love this... Who do you think is going to win? Personally I think that guy over there has a lot of gumption! I hope he comes out on top.
... By the way, what does [CRASHING VESSEL NOISE] mean?
[In other words, guess who's learning swear words? Somewhere, Beakly has sensed a disturbance in the force.]
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[Make your own prompt! If you'd like to plot anything specific, feel free to hit me up on plurk at melcat33!]
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Webby? How did you...? You know, never mind. I'll see if I can figure out a way to get you down. Just hang in there.
[Given Lea's amused smirk, that pun was completely intentional. He first reaches up and attempts to either pull loose or snap some of the lower vines bare handed. You're lucky you have a tall friend, Webby.]
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This time when Hel returned to the wing where the research was being conducted it was not for the express purpose of lending her aide. After the last debacle she'd told Yotsuyu that the researchers would pay for their incompetence and she meant it. They'd made a fool out of her and countless others and this Aesir was not going to stand for it.
There was a fire in her eyes, as her ire grew in strength at the sight of more guinea pigs lining up willingly for their torment. She strode past the line, ignoring anyone who vocally opposed only stopping when she came to one of the administrators of the operation.
"Instead of using us all as test subjects, why don't I test some of my new spells on you?" She deflty drew out her wand and gave it a menacing flick, her eyes never leaving the researcher.
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"What are they--" Hel trailed off as she began watching the spectacle before her. Having had no intention in engaging in this activity, the lure of a crowd had drawn her attention to the air battle that was in progress in the distance. It only took her a few moments to get the jist and issue her opinion on the situation.
"They're idiots." No matter what the argument was about, the mid-air battle was only serving to further endanger the crew and passengers of both ships. There wasn't much to be done for them at this point.
"I'm beginning to think the most common trait in either world is stupidity.....". Shrugging her shoulders she was about to stop her gawking when a loud burst issued from one of the airships. It was undoubtedly going to crash and from the trajectory it was being propelled toward the floating island and not away form it. A deep sigh expelled from her lips. "What did they expect would happen..." Disapproval aside, she took to the air to move in close and see what she could do to help those aboard. At least levitation was one of the first skills she'd thought to relearn.
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Professor King doesn't appear to register any threat or danger in the girl's words as she speaks from across the hall. In fact she's smiling, though her eyebrows are almost into her hairline.
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The change that swept over the campus was a welcome one- at first, both for Atem and likely for the Golems. The rain showers had given way to all the splendor that spring could provide, and the grounds were reaping the benefits of it. A considerable amount of time had passed since Atem had experienced the drastic transition of seasons like this, so he was taking the time to enjoy it between classes. That wasn't to say he wouldn't miss the inundation of the Nile, and the riches that that meant for the next harvest but it was different and still a fascinating phenomenon. He wondered how many of the sundered fully appreciated the natural elements that surrounded them.
Pausing for a moment, he took in a deep contented breath and looks skyward. That was about the time he noticed something peculiar was happening. The sky was devoid of rain clouds but it was filling up with paper airplanes?
The airplanes wafted on the gentle breeze started to descend, landing in various places around the campus. Curiosity piqued, Atem tried to retrace the origin of them only to find a tree that was laden with them. That wasn't all there was to see either.... A shrill cry rang out in the distance, and from the corner of his eye Atem could have sworn one of the plants had moved of it's own accord. Taking a hurried step toward the scream, he had to fall back almost immediately to avoid a jet of fire. It didn't take long to determine that all of this was being orchestrated by the plants themselves.
▽ Bullies, of Course
Atem came crashing to the ground hard. Before he could ascertain what he had even tripped on, a peel of laughter sounded cluing him in to the idea that this might have been foul play. Rolling to his side, he propped himself up and looked up at his tormentors. There were three of them in total and there was nothing outwardly significant about them- perhaps that was part of the problem. Still, not wishing to falsely accuse anyone, Atem drew himself up to his knees. "Heh.... my mistake." Still, unable to shake his unease at their presence.
That's when one of them spoke up and took credit for the deed. It wasn't a mistake and if you know what's good for you you'll show us the proper respect whenever you see us in the hall.... His lackeys chimed in with their own jeers.
"Oh..... I believe it is- just not the kind I was originally referring to." A hint of a threat in his tone as he smirked up at them. When he went to right himself, he found himself stumbling again. So that was their game? They wanted him to kneel to them?
You walk about these halls like you own the place, but it's about time you realize that you're nothing here. It didn't look like the bullies were planning on letting up anytime soon, so Atem decided it might be more prudent to turn them against one another. They wouldn't be expecting a retaliation that relied more on wits than a physical or magical altercation and they didn't seem to have much to work with when it came to intelligence besides.
[OOC: Totally leaving it up to you if you want to hop in to help, or after Atem's enacted his plan and convinced them to fight amongst themselves]
▽ Research on the Sundered
When the next round of research began, Atem was a bit surprised it involved Glyphs- his own recent studies had led him to look into that very subject. Well, this would be a prime example of seeing one in practice so how could he refuse? Besides, the instructions were simple enough and sounded harmless. That being said he remembered the last time, and had already cleared his schedule for the day, that way no matter what happened he wouldn't be that horribly inconvenienced.
The day passed by uneventfully, and honestly Atem had forgotten the glyph was even still there. He was only reminded of it when he prepared for bed, since he tended to sleep sans shirt. Looking briefly to it, he ran a hand over it, shrugged and slipped under the covers....
[... but where does he wake up? It could literally be anywhere, on the roof, in another dorm, in the middle of class, in someone else's bed- feel free to be creative!]
research- taking that option and running with it
"Erik," he groused, voice low so as not to wake the others. "Move over."
Run with it we shall!
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Kamala hadn't really been expecting bullies at this place, but all things considered, a school is a school, and she wasn't exactly surprised. At least she wasn't being seen as weird for being "a brown girl", as happened back home. But she shared a class with the group of bullies, and her eagerness to learn and participate in that class had made her a target.
One afternoon, she was shouldered by one of the bullies - a little too forcefully for her to be sure it was a coincidence. And when, right after, a spell hit her and turned her hair pale pink, the sarcastic "Oops, sorry!" she was offered definitely convinced her this was no accident.
Kamala grunted and turned to the others. "Seriously? Lay off."
"And just how are you going to make us do that?"
If Kamala looked uncertain, it was because she was, even as the group closed in on her. Was starting some trouble here worth it? More importantly, was it even the right thing to do?
Maybe you'll want to step in?
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Kamala agreed to the Glyph experiment, and hers lit up in the middle of a class. Suddenly, she was in an entirely different classroom, and instead of sitting at a student desk, she was sitting on the desk at the head of the room.
"Um. What?"
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Anything else in mind? Or you can hit me up at
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Sunset recognizes Kamala from her description, and when she realizes the roaming bully pack has honed in on her, she diverts from her path to music rehearsal and steps up with her eyes narrowed.
"Want to try your luck?"
She has her guitar out, ready to pluck a few strings. Or beat someone overhead with it, if necessary.
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"Oh dear."
Orisa's usually-cheerful voice sounded dismayed, today. Probably because she was completely wrapped around in some sort of ivy or vine that had grown up out of nowhere to ensnare her. At her sides, her arms worked futilely to try to break the vegetable bindings locking them to her torso, while her feet swiveled and stomped without making any purchase on the ground below.
"My designation is combat omnic! Not topiary model! This is unacceptable!"
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Trouble gave notice in the form of gunfire and spellwork.
Back to the wall, Orisa jabbed her fusion driver left and right, unleashing a hail of charged particles into the shields the group of thugs had conjured. The press of fire kept most of their energies focused on protecting themselves, and although two in the back had sufficient cover that they kept flinging spells at Orisa, they were rapidly finding that many of their spells simply weren't having the effect they'd like on a massive, quadrupedal robot.
Without warning, Orisa reached over her back and yanked the large, somewhat cylindrical device mounted there off her shoulders. "Deploying supercharger!" she said, slamming the augmentation device down with triumphant finality.
For a moment, all fell silent, as both bullies and omnic looked at the Supercharger expectantly. Nothing happened.
"Oh," Orisa said sheepishly, as her fusion driver popped open to ionize the air and intake more hydrogen. "I forgot that it is offline here." With an air of bemused resignation, she snapped the intakes of her weapon shut and started firing once more, and the battle was on again.
Look, there's no way this ends well, please interfere.
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Have you ever had one of those days where you're just sitting there, minding your own business, and suddenly a robot appears pretty much directly on top of you?
Yes. Yes you have. It's today.
Maybe if you listen carefully, you can hear Orisa mutter, "Hmm. My spatial coordinates have changed."
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Thoroughly ruffled out of his hard-earned serenity, Tenn regards her sternly.
"I would say so, yes."
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To say that things have been fantastic, would be to put it rather simply. Everything so far had been...'fantastic'. Fantastical? Well, regardless it was 'real' and then more than that, so it's hardly any surprise that Noa spends some time wandering off the beaten path the moment he's even on the campus and has his affairs sorted out.
He has for himself, a small blank sketchpad and charcoal stick. An ink pen, modernized or not, would probably just be terrible for this. But Noa's eyes are drawn to the world around him, and while the sketches themselves aren't especially good, he diligently takes as many notes on what he sees as he can. Because...
...It's fantastic. Frankly.
"Meeerp." Also there's an emperor penguin with him, with a rather fancy looking arm band.
"Don't get too close to that one," Noa warns without even looking up. Whatever the plant in question is, it's probably doing something unpleasant.
Who knows if it's as unpleasant as whatever plant is creeping behind them while the penguin casually points at it with a flipper.
[BULLIES, OF COURSE,]
Really he should have expected this. He knows bullies exist. He knows entirely. But somehow, he would have thought bullies just...stopped existing after a while?
Despite never encountering them in life and thus lacking any frame of reference on that. And furthermore, his own father likely being one to everyone else...But one lives and learns. And-
"Ahh- excuse me. Perhaps you could tell me where this class is..?" It started quite simple. Very simple in fact.
And then rather abruptly the small group of fellow students (who he swears are twice his size, they Must be), are sharing glances he isn't entirely sure he trusts. 'Didn't know this was a kindergarten now,' is what one says, and Noa's polite smile immediately falls. 'Well we were already a zoo,' is what another remarks- glancing to the penguin while they're at it.
Noa in turn mutters something from the corner of his mouth- "...Get Adelai,"- before the penguin waddles off and leaves the boy quite alone.
Which is exactly why others may come upon a fairly onesided seeming event of three grown adults heckling a twelve year old. So far, nothing more than conjured wind to mess the other's hair has been done in addition to the words. ...Well that and a bit of keep-away with a backpack, not that Noa's made much effort to try and get it back. He's more dignified than that.
For his part in fact, he takes it rather well. "Nnnngghhhh..." ...Albeit with very obvious frustration.
When that penguin army gets here, mark his words,
[WIND AT THE DOCKS]
Less than a day into arrival, and Noa of course has managed to find himself at the site of Dockwatching. Hearing little more than 'it's watching the winds blow the ships into each other', morbid curiousity for what was clearly unentertaining nonsense was piqued.
He has been watching for the last hour. There haven't been any duels exactly, but there is something interesting about the spells being flown across the air to counter (or worsen) the effect of the wind on the ships.
"...Hnn." ...Well at least he seems interested.
[RESEARCH ON THE SUNDERED]
He did, admittedly, balk at one part of the research gathering process taken. "...My skin?" is the specific repeated query, before one of the wizards handily demonstrated the charm upon themselves. Painless! Harmless! Absolutely fine!
And that was about all it took for Noa to drop the skepticism, shrug, and nod. Alright, he decided, he'd do it. Samples taken, interview had, he therefore left the meeting with a presently dull glyph upon his arm. It seemed fine. Not that he had any real interest in going home (obviously), but it still seemed like it would be fine.
....this is until it triggers.
"H-HHIH!"
There is a loud and almost squeaking yelp as he appears...Wherever. Mid-air.
Landing with a fairly unceremonious 'ooF-!' upon what is hopefully something soft, but very likely isn't.
This stinks. "...What does it take to get rid of this..." he grumbles, probably more to himself than anyone else.
[WILDCARD - Got other ideas? Hit me up at 'usagisquared' on plurk, or just PM with ideas!
Or even just comment with a prompt. OooOOoo.]Research on the Sundered
She's probably not hurt, save in the dignity department, but it's likely they're both suffering there. Still...
"Get. Off." she manages to grunt, pushing up just a little to buck to give Noa the idea.
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In most cases, Fluttershy was easily intimidated by anything that looked remotely frightening. And even as she stared at some of the vicious-looking plants (from a safe distance, of course), she remained on the main path and felt a bit nervous. And yet she found them strangely intriguing as well.
At least until she stopped paying attention and wandered off the path, closer to some of the more aggressive plants.
She also might not notice the one plant with the knife...
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It seemed like a normal day in the dining hall. It was around lunchtime, and Fluttershy had decided to get something quick to eat.
As she was heading to an empty table to settle down, she didn't seem to notice a group of others students watching her. Nor, as she started to place her food down, did she notice the way the table moved slightly; not enough to be noticeable, but enough that the food she was setting down was on the edge, unstable and mostly unsupported. The food ended up toppling over, and she gasped as some of it spilled on her clothes, causing her to step back.
She also didn't notice the lightest trail of magic behind her, broken as she stepped back. Once it was broken, something in a nearby waste bin suddenly exploded, showering her in a green and purple ooze.
The initial clatter had drawn some attention, but it was her startled cry that had most students looking over. Things were silent for a moment before laughter started rippling through the hall. And seeing all eyes were on her, hearing their laughter, Fluttershy felt tears stinging her eyes as she began to panic.
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((Anything else you might like to do? Go for it! Or hit me up at
bullies, of course.
He could be late to his next class. He wasn't about to leave Fluttershy to deal with this on her own. He dug into his pocket and took out his dice, casting them to the ground as he summoned his wand. A quick flick of the wrist had the assumed culprits table flipping over, causing their own food to spill all over them. Peregrin, who had a phoenix head, a lion body, and a dragon tail followed Yugi as he reached out to Fluttershy. "H- Hey. Come here." If she lets him he'll pull her closely, his familiar taking care to look over them both as a kid from the far corner screams Food Fight!
"You're not hurt, are you?"
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So there's Jecht standing behind what looks like a man-sized Bellsprout, one arm around its 'neck' and his other fist going to town on what amounted to its face.
"Mug me, will ya?! It's time ya learned a little lesson in manners!"
How is this his life? How is seeing this your life?
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Y'know, it ain't blitzball. It ain't even bala-inlota. But what the hell, it's a show, and Jecht surrendered himself to it like the immature dolt he was.
"Aww yeah!" He pumped a fist as two ships began exchanging fire, sparks flying. "Now it's on! I wanna see some boarding action!"
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"AGH!"
That was all the warning at hand as Jecht slammed into the ground directly in front of you, having fallen from a modest height. As the sigil painted on his bicep fades to nothingness, he let out a low groan. "I'm gettin' too old for this..."
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Of course she'd see that. At least she isn't laughing.
"Come on, granther, allow me to help you up. Then you may explain just what in the name of all the kami just happened to you." Unfortunately, with the disappearing glyph, she has a sinking feeling that she already knows.
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As a new student, forcibly placed into enrollment by people unfamiliar to him, Kuja is unfamiliar with this with the school grounds, and he has free time after classes to explore, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. The less aesthetically pleasing paths hold no appeal, and that might be the one saving grace for him on this day as he wanders along, observing something or other with little interest.
Califleur, having decided not to leave him alone in this venture, trails along at his side in the form of a large, fluffy, spotted leopard, casually sniffing at the grass and a flower or two here and there. While Kuja isn’t pleased to have something constantly trailing after him, he seems to have accepted her presence for now. At least she isn’t rubbing her head all over his hands again… though every time he looks down one of the paths that have been less… manicured, she does glance at him in concern. Until he walks away again, returning to the “safer” paths. Or will he?
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Apparently, being an adult himself doesn’t exclude him from the crowd of people unfortunate enough to become the target of a few insecure wretches who have to belittle and torment others to feel good about themselves. But it seems that they’ve caught on to how attractive Kuja is - really, all one needs to do is look at him and know - and this is something by which to be offended.
And Kuja is not one to take this sitting down, or tuck his literal tail between his legs and run away.
Califleur, though she has given the offending crowd a warning growl, isn’t keen on attacking the bullies. She knows what that affords students here, though Kuja does not. Thankfully, he doesn’t ask her assistance as, after one of his harassers has turned his clothing a distinctly and unattractively miserable color of green and the lot continue to heckle him for his tail, he lights one of their shoes on fire.
He smirks at the boy’s panic, pleased at his rebuttal, but one glance back at his clothing brings a note of despair as he walks away from the whole unpleasant encounter. What is he to do about this now?
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"So come on, let's forget the emotion, tie the blinkers on. Hold both hands right over my eyes, deafen me with music!"
There's definitely some of her mother's influence in the song choice, but she really doesn't need to be singing. Yet. She's not actually using her bracelet. Just singing because she can.
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[Having been used to being secretive, Lena knows a little better what to look for; covert glances, trying to keep things out of sight, whispered conversations.
So when she notices a group doing these things around the same time some poor student is suffering, she finds an even better spot hidden away from viewing eyes. Pulling out her wand, she aims it at the group, holding it for a moment before firing.
Suddenly a burst of light seems to go off from the group, sending a puff of smoke in their faces. Then, whatever had been tormenting the other student happens to the group of them, sending them in a flurry of confusion and panic.
Sliding her wand back in its hiding place, she ignores them as she approaches the other student they had been harassing (whether that student knew it or not).]
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[She is absolutely not taking part in that whole mess again, not after what happened last time. But she hangs around the research building anyway, and if any student approaches, she calls out to them.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
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The boy approaching the labs says with conviction. Unlike her, his last experience wasn't particularly memorable... but it was distracting enough that he will not allow it to interfere with this month's studies.
"I heard they developed a theory for the Sundering spell tracking. I came to inquire about an associate of mine. That is all."
And yet... Tenn does pause at the doorway, glancing down to regard the fellow pink-haired Sundered with a steady gaze. "Unless you're suggesting I come back later?"
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Being the Sen-Mithrarin came with a certain sort of... tranquility, in the depths of nature like this. Dust didn't know why that was, but from the moment he'd woken up, he'd never had trouble with animals of any sort. Or, as it turned out, plants. He paced through the chaotic tangle of magical vegetation quietly, barely making the grass beneath his feet rustle. Out here felt more comfortable, for so many reasons. It wasn't crowded, wasn't busy. Wasn't full of strange people, 'humans', who he wasn't entirely acclimated to anyway. And off the beaten path, he could carry Ahrah in his hand as he was used to, without scaring anyone by holding a sword. All in all, this was nice.
At least, till the other sword, the sword hanging at his side, spoke up in a discordant feminine voice. Come on, Dust! Chop down some of this stuff! It's just gonna hurt someone anyway! Show it who's boss, clear a path!
"Furae!" Dust slapped his free hand to the hilt of the sword in remonstrance, but too late. The plants had heard, and taken it personally. Around him, several of the tall stalks and shrubs shivered as they seemed to lean in, and Dust had to put a foot back as he lowered himself into a combat-ready slight crouch, free hand up and across his body at neck height.
Use me, Dust! Use me! You can't beat this scrub shrubs with Ahrah over there!
The sword in his hand flickered, runes shimmering with its syllables as it spoke in a calm, measured, male voice. Be careful, Dust. You are weaker here, and alone. Retreat may be the better open.
"Not much of one, Ahrah," Dust said, as the plants closed ranks about him. "Unless you can fly these days."
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"Hey furry!" "Hey fuzzy-tail!" "Hey freak!"
The words followed him without hurting him. Why would he be embarrassed about who he was? If these people thought that his natural features were somehow strange, then they should look in a mirror and wonder how they get by with no fur, awkwardly shaped ears, no tail for balance...
But then a spell flicked his way, bringing him down to one knee painfully as it tripped one foot out from beneath him, and like that his calm expression turned to a frown.
The bullies didn't expect him to move quite so fast as he did. It took them a moment to register their new situation -- the blue-glowing Blade of Ahrah at the throat of the spellcaster bully, while the red-runed Furae, the Second Sword, pointed at the others.
"I could get to like having two swords," Dust said, voice low and dangerously carrying. He wouldn't actually hurt them, but they didn't know that -- and neither did anyone watching...
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Not that Isabel really minded her peaceful reading being interrupted. It was true that when she hadn't been bothering them, the plants had stayed quiescent, but she wasn't about to let them beat up on anyone.
"Don't mind me," she said casually to Dust as she approached the plant behind him, before she launched into song--probably something that sounded weird, but she sang it with gusto.
"I'm just a big dud, foolish from the start. I make a wrong move, and the world just falls apart--"
She lashed out with the bracelet on her wrist--it spooled out a line of force, neatly snicking off the nearest flower's head. She stomped the remnants down with one combat-booted foot, taking up a defensive stance, her back to his fluffy tail.
"Get off the island and swim back to shore!"
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After a month of holing up inside the temple library to escape the storms, there was something wonderful about being able to enjoy being outside again. Eleven took to the greenery and sunshine with a quiet joy, brushing fingertips over leaves as he passed by them and peering into the boughs of varying trees.
The flora only grew stranger as he wandered further away from the school some afternoons, and that was as encouraging as it was dangerous.
"I'm sorry," he apologized to a tree whose quills sprung out when he stepped too close. "I wasn't trying to bother you; I'm just looking for something."
It was probably weird to talk to a tree, but it helped his nerves some, and the life here seemed to be increasingly sentient.
"..Someone, actually. Have you heard of Yggdrasil?"
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It was the sword that drew their attention, automatically equating the weapon to a distinct lack of magical skill. Eleven's jaw clenched, eyes flicking to gauge their number, peering about for escape routes and wondering for the first time where Hendrik would happen to be at this particular moment. Much as he'd prefer not to rely on the knight's protection, having four wands pointed at his person was even less preferable.
It was a good thing he'd been spending more time on Thaumaturgy lately.
The name of a spell broke the air, and he threw a hand out. "Shield!"
As though encased in glass, the magic bounced off, harmless.
"We don't have to fight," he called, attempting neutrality. "I don't want to hurt any of you."
They laughed, jeering.
"Crack," another called, triumphant as his protective veil shattered.
Eleven stepped back, then turned and ran. If he broke their line of sight, they lost their focus. Surely, he would be able to lose them..
But he was spending more time glancing behind him than he was in front of him as he darted between buildings and around shops. That might note bode well for the casual passersby either.
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The glyphs, he reasoned, were temporary and harmless in and of themselves- at least as far as he was aware. This wasn't a battle he was fighting only for himself. And indeed, it didn't bother him- only gave him cause to wonder about the difference between it and the mark on his hand.
Eleven discovered the side effect the first time he'd cast a successful healing spell on himself, abruptly submerged in a lake. Then it was a girl's changing room. After that, the roof of the school. He was pretty sure by the end of the week he'd visited every dormitory at least once.
At least now he knew well enough to be prepared for it, and covered his eyes the moment he felt the growing familiar sensation tug him away from his surroundings.
"Sorry," he said miserably, fingers very slow to part. "But I need to practice.."
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Well, not only did that honk her right off, that had her wondering where they were all rushing off to, with a fire lit under their collective butts.
It didn't take much for Isabel to chase after them, and overtake them, even better. She even passed the four thugs to catch up to Eleven--mind you, she was probably less burdened than he was, as well as used to running distances.
"So, what's going on here?" Not that she was sure he could even answer, but even a "help!" would be good enough for her. Two against four was a little more even, if that's what it had to come to.
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[It would certainly take someone with more magical skill than sense to consider Daniel a bullying target. He's only a couple inches shy of six feet tall, his frame is obviously toned and athletic, and not everyone goes around wearing black and red cloaks.
But that's what's happening today. He was on his way to another class when a half dozen strong group of bullies cornered him in one part of the hallway. They cast spells near and past him to try to make him flinch (and failing), laughing all the while. Jeers and namecalling, he just stood and watched them in silence. Then one got the brilliant idea to push him-
And wound up on the floor, breath knocked out of him. Daniel, still in the pose from having flipped the bully down onto his back, made a "come at me" gesture to the rest. Anyone wandering by is going to catch at least one other bully getting a black eye and another getting his running momentum turned against him (one more flipped to the floor) before the others decided retreat was the better part of valor. Where'd this kid learn to fight?
No, really. Where'd he learn to fight??]
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[He'd denied doing it last time, still disoriented from his sudden arrival here, but- sure, why not? So he submitted the research, obtained the Glyph- which matched one of the other tattoos on his arm, neat -and went about his day.
That is, until the Glyph decided to glow and activate. He had just enough time to look at it in confusion before blipping out of existence-
And reappearing at the top of a short set of stairs. He wobbled backwards and landed painfully on his tailbone, which- stairs being stairs -started several bumps down to the bottom. There is where Daniel stayed, leaning back with a pained noise. That must've hurt.
Bet it was funny to watch, though.]
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[It certainly was beautiful outside while everything was in bloom, wasn't it? While Daniel hadn't strayed off the path enough to encounter any of the... strange ones, he was still outside, vampirism be damned. All he had to do was stay shaded and it would be fine, right? Thankfully he doesn't ash up in the sun, though there are... other effects...
Anyone wandering by a bench along one of the outer parts of the school might hear a gentle snoring. Looking on this bench will see a bundle of black fabric, Daniel sleeping with his hood up and cloak spread over him. He's laying down fully, feet tucked up a bit, and one arm cushioning his head while the other draped down the side of the bench to the ground.
Aww, y'almost hate to wake him...]
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"Hey. Hey, are you sure this is where you want to sleep?"
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This is less of a school and more of a war zone. Kaiba seems more and more evidence pointing to that every day. He's been carefully practicing fire resistance spells for the sake of preserving his robes (and his few belongings), and the stress from schoolwork is starting to sink in.
That must be why he snatches one of the paper plane leaves out of the air, marvels at it, and starts tossing it around. It's a nice little flight on a windy day. He's colored his little plane blue, watching it fly...and is that even a slight smile? Nah. Must be a trick of the firelight from one of the nearby flaming plants.
Grab a plane and play? Or maybe they should put out that fire...
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You couldn't pay him enough to do this. Which is convenient, because they're not paying at all! (Although they really should.) Kaiba is about to tell them to pound sand when they try to spin it as a warning about magical effects nearby...and against his better judgment, he allows the mark to be made.
Having decided the mark is nonsense, he's in the middle of battling his familiar at the bathtub when..congrats! You now have a scowling, drenched and disoriented Kaiba in a tank and shorts in front of you, glaring daggers at his arm. A small black cat, also drenched and scowling, swats at the disappearing mark. Hopefully wherever they've landed is warm, but luck is usually not on their side.
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Then again, it seems to be a dorm room, and only two figures are present. One is the yowler--a startled-looking girl with auburn hair, who now wordlessly hands over a towel she'd had thrown over the back of a chair.
The other figure is a very large black cat, who looks from the small black cat to the girl with a very clear look of 'if you try that, you will die' on his face and in his copper eyes. THAT is what elicits a response.
"Listen, Chaos, if you end up needing a bath that bad, you're gonna use your tongue. I'm not going to wrestle you to get you in a tub." And then she mutters. "You'll probably make me bleed out."
But then she looks embarrassed over at the fellow and his cat who just showed up, and proffers the towel again. "Uh, yeah, hi, welcome to Valhudor, I'm Isabel."
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As a former bully, Sunset has Opinions about this type of behavior. When she sees that familiar smirk and feels them closing in, she lifts her hands gently.
"You don't have to do this! I've been where you are. Bullying someone else might feel good to you now, you might think it gives you power, but it's an illusion! There are better ways! Someday you'll look back on this and wish you'd been a better person. Trust me. I've been there."
Her emotional plea gets her laughed at, and the bullies close in, loudly calling her a freak.
"Or...maybe we don't want to talk about this?"
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Well, this is happening. Sunset takes a deep breath and watches the mark. Nothing happens for a while, so she goes about her day as instructed. Finally, the time comes---she feels a pop and she's so excited! Where is this going?
...her cheering is cut short when she flops in front of (or on top of) someone.
Hopefully the scene isn't too embarrassing.
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He'd finally found the perfect spot and the sun felt nice and warm so he opened up his book and started to read. That was, until something or someone came crashing down on top of him and the book went flying.
Yuki opened up his eyes and saw that a girl had crashed in on him and for one moment he panicked, thinking that he might transform so at first he struggled. Even if the curse had broken back home, that didn't mean that it was broken in this place. But no transformation occured and he was thankful that he couldn't transform anymore so he relaxed, even if just a little. If he had transformed, that would be another mess besides the one that had already just happened.
So for a few moments, he didn't even know what to say and blinked up at the girl's response. But Yuki quickly mentally composed himself and still tried to gently move.
"Hello." He tried to move a little bit more and then asked a question. "Would you mind me asking what spell you just cast?"
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Of course Louie was taking shortcuts whenever he could - he did that in getting to class just as much as he did that in business. But now? He was regretting getting into that habit. He ran away from the quills a pine tree was shooting out in his direction...
...And right into the gaping, toothy maw of a bush. He rolled out on the other side, disgruntled and scratched up, and let out a scream of frustration that just might attract some attention.
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Being a small, young and - though he'd still fight this one - cute duck had some serious drawbacks. One was being called cute, of course, and another was struggling to keep up with everyone who had longer legs than he did. But the worst, apparently, was how vulnerable and weak people could see him as.
That was how Louie had wound up the target of the bullying crew. He hated this. Webby or Dewey would be able to fight their way out. Huey, too, if he got angry enough. Louie could only talk his way out, and that hadn't worked. So he had his arms covering his face as best he could manage while the head of the group aimed their wand at him.
"Come on, guys, please!"
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Louie had done an excellent job of avoiding any of this research nonsense so far, but with Professor King becoming increasingly interested in running some separate experiments on a Sundered such as himself, he'd decided it was finally time to participate in something widespread. It just felt safer, but maybe it would still get the professor off his case. Maybe.
He was just heading into his dorm for the evening when, for whatever reason, his Glyph began to glow... And while he soon found himself in a dorm, it wasn't the Valhudor one he'd grown accustomed to.
"Sorry? I don't even know what just happened."
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[Not even a whole week, and Isa's already 900% done with this place, and impressive record, really.
Being new means that Isa isn't totally used to the layout of the school just yet, and which paths are safe and which ones are just... not worth the trouble.
So it's just his luck when he wanders off the beaten path and into maw of an aggressive bush, into the vines of some particularly grabby plant, or some other plant that seems straight out of Wonderland.]
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[The bullies call him a freak, try slinging insults based on his bright blue hair and the x-shaped scar on his face, but the thing that really sets the bullies off is that all their insults are met with nothing more than stoic disinterest as Isa pushes past them.
The real trouble starts when they take out their frustration on not being able to rile up Isa on the first vulnerable looking person that passes by.]
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[Isa was just going about his day when the glyph started glowing and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in some other room halfway across the school.
He levels an unamused look at the first person who comes by, hopefully he didn't end up somewhere inconvenient or embarrassing.]
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[A boy with brown hair and blue eyes offers the man a smile, almost as though he had been expecting him- or maybe it's just normal]
I don't think I've seen you yet. What House are you in?
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[You might not want to ask why Yotsuyu is crooning at the pitcher-plant armed with a knife, dodging or deflecting its blows with her fan as she makes attempts at persuasion...can it even understandher? She seems to think so...]
Now now, you need not be so violent! Would you not like to be sheltered from harsh weather, with a window for sun all to yourself, and the finest mulch and bonemeal mixed into your soil? You shall have your own pot, and all I ask is for you to guard my quarters for me...
(Attempt to rescue or dissuade her as you will!)
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[They are, of course, up to their tricks--but being unable to cow Yotsuyu through sheer thuggishness or spellcasting, the quartet attempts other skullduggery. Rifling through her lesson plan while she's yet to come in to the room, going through her things, leaving a tack on her chair? Check. One even fumigates the classroom with something akin to a stinkbomb.
They may yet regret going up against the Espionage instructor. But for now, you may find her among the rest of her students, coughing to get fumes out of her lungs, while the perpetrators laugh their fool heads off.]
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Reputation typically precedes dragonkind and it was made quickly and frighteningly clear for Spyro that the general native populace wasn’t very fond of them. Aside from the one who practically adopted him, it was a reasonable assumption that maybe the native dragons here if more still existed weren’t very peaceful.
Which is why he really should’ve refrained from torching the seat of a bully’s pants while they were busy harassing a different student, sending them running. Maybe this is when you first meet Spyro, who wears the red and orange of Valhudor as a wraparound scarf and a backpack full of ordinary school supplies- offering a forepaw forward that’ll feel anatomically like a normal hand aside from the soft scales and sharp yet stubby claws.
“Hi, I’m Spyro...! You alright?”
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Or maybe you’ll be coming to his rescue instead when the one guy he scared off comes back with not only a new pair of pants but also some buddies. Time to make their daddies proud by putting such a dangerous creature back into extinction. With their wands, they’ve conjured some bindings for Spyro’s mouth (can’t have any more of that fire breathing action going) but then they also can’t resist flipping him up and down in the air with a levitation spell.
B - Crashing In (Research)
No qualms are had whatsoever when the research team makes their requests. Spyro just needs some extra assurance that the process of taking samples is entirely painless and then carefully relates that his realm is a peaceful one, that summing up dragons as savage beasts or cruel tyrants is harsh and inaccurate.
Once he has the glyph on what would be his forearm if he stood up on just two legs more often, Spyro sees no issue with allowing his new familiar (a fire-bellied toad he was told) to sit on his head as he’s in his flameproofed suite and writing at the desk.
But of course, shenanigans happen sooner or later and rather abruptly. "Woah!" he shouts out and either you’re faced with dragon wings flapping near your face furiously yet also expertly for a safe landing... or one could just catch him. He’s small enough for that too.
His eyes are on the errant sheet of paper that’s escaped from his grip though.
C - Wildcard!
[Got something else in mind? Come at me! Prose and Brackets welcome.]
research!
"Y- You're a dragon!" His eyes light up and he smiles wide, though he eventually realizes that Spyro's attention is elsewhere. "Peregrin, grab that, quick!" His familiar, currently a cat with bat wings, is chasing after it.
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Xion had been trying to keep out of sight as usual, though this month she had a new reasons. Isa. Saïx. Whatever you wanted to call him. Axel was sure that he had changed. Xion didn't buy it, so was trying to avoid him. Sadly it is always when we want to be at our sneakiest that we draw the most attention. And for her... well... she is short, hides in a hood, and always moves away from people like she is scared of them. Coupled with her inability to call her Keyblade and her willingness to use attack spells on Somebodies... yeah, she's a bully magnet.
It would slowly be escalating through out the month. Starting with small shoves in the hall, and trying to trip her in class. Of course she was agile enough not to trip, and to catch herself when she was pushed. And she stopped coming to classes as often. Which clearly ticked them off so they stepped up their game.
She didn't care so much when they stole her books. Though when they knocked them out of her hands it was annoying. The first time one of them tried to actually hit her, she ducked under it and escaped. The second time, out of nowhere, a cat came and attacked them distracting them so she could get away. Weird.
But by mid-month they realized that she always kept her hood up, and caught on to that being a way to get to her. And they kept trying to pull her hood down, cornering her to tug on it. Calling her names, even kicking her when she was backed against the wall.
She didn't know if she was allowed to fight back. These were PEOPLE not Heartless, not Dusks. And she knew, she just knew... Saïx was probably behind this. Or at the least... waiting for her to mess up badly enough to convince Axel to turn away from her. She didn't think Axel would... but it would hurt him. And if she told him about this... he might try and stop them and get hurt or in trouble himself. So... like so many bullying victims... she was keeping it to herself.
Which she couldn't do if anyone came across this situation themselves, of course.
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Of course, avoiding the bullies meant more shortcuts and hiding than usual. She actually didn't mind the bush as she could take the pain and others avoided it. The pitcher plant chose the wrong day to go after her, however. She had just been cornered by the bullies and had barely escaped with her hood intact. If she could feel, she would be angry and hurt and scared. And so when the plant came after her, it was just too much. Besides, it might even be a heartless... so...
"THUNDER!" She called her lightning down on the plant without mercy. Oh hey, it dropped a knife. She could probably sell that for munny, right?
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"You think you're so cool ganging up on someone, don't you?" Sunset challenged, rolling up her sleeves. "Sorry, but it's pathetic. Now why don't you run along before I really make this worse?"
As a former bully, she knew a thing or two about dispersing the crowd. Her hand crackled with magic.
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Research on the Sundered
Of course that led him to winding up in some really odd places over the month. Feel free to let me know where he has landed....