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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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"What if I said that I agreed with you? That while you are here, whatever you had to be there had no bearing on who you are here? Now. My rationale for that is because I left what I had become behind on my world, as well. And so."
She gestured shortly with one hand. "However, I will say that if you have some Great and Weighty Destiny there, you have to ensure your chances of survival there on your return, if that makes sense?"
If only because she would regret greatly if she told him to shirk entirely, and then when he took up the reins of his destiny again, he was struck down because of not doing enough to be certain he could win. Even the Warrior of Light never rested on their laurels, back on Hydaelyn...
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His shoulders dropped a bit. "Yes.." A breath, straightening. "I'm praying, studying, and Hendrik is training me.. I'm not going to forget, I just want to live for myself a little."
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Seven hells, it wasn't as if she hadn't done something like that as well. Though Yotsuyu was rather glad that the Witch of Doma was not well known, here. That part of her could stay dead.
"It is easier to keep a part of yourself for yourself that way. When you are a hero, it is as if you are expected to give, and give, and give. And that is all well and good, when you are in a happy mindset, but that is not always the case, eh?"
No, she could understand Eleven's mindset all too well, even if she usually had come to her comprehension from the other side.
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Only to shatter when it mattered most.
"I guess that's true," he hazarded as the internal war raged on again- a vicious cycle of circular questions that called his identity into question and plagued the back of his mind as often as they pleased. It was exhausting and left him yearning for something far stronger than tea.
Curious and a touch suspicious, he met Yotsuyu's gaze. "..You must have spent a lot of time among heroes."
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Life was not always fair, after all. Still, she had begun here how she wanted to continue; a changed woman. The Witch of Doma had died there, for all that she had claimed the title here. After all, Alphinaud Leveilleur knew who she was and even though they had a truce, she had not seen the young Elezen in some time.
In truth, that concerned her, at least a little bit. But Yotsuyu could sort of sense the inner turmoil in her young friend Eleven.
"You need to use the time here to find out who you are. To build a core of strength within yourself. I believe you know why you need to do what you must, back where you are from. And not simply because others expect it of you. It is not much, but I believe in you."
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Not for the first time, Eleven lamented that his predecessor had only been the first Luminary and when he became a star, left precious little details about his life and accomplishments behind. He wondered if Erdwin ever knew that he would be reincarnated a thousand years later.
Eleven managed a half-smile, her faith as warm as it was readily scrutinized.
I believe in the Luminary.
"Thank you, Yotsuyu. ..I think I just need to learn to have faith in myself."
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And yes, Yotsuyu would cheerfully hide him for a while. There was a bonus to being seen as a dragon lady. If there were those who refused to even knock upon her door, well, no one would ever think to look for Eleven here, would they?
Save perhaps Hendrik, but that simply would be a challenge she had to rise to. A small smile curled its way across her lips at the thought.
"But the kami know I have certainly kept you overlong, if you have places you need to be. You are always welcome here, though. I am making it plain." And she nodded to him, firmly.
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"I'm deeply grateful," he said with a sincerity that felt appropriately weighty for a few moments- yet was swiftly ruined by the flash of an untamed grin.
"I don't think I'm very good at formal." And thinking about it, that was something people expected of the Luminary. Eleven was raised in a small village in the mountains where there was no need for them. "But maybe I don't need to be."
The understanding felt light in his chest and he turned on heel with a smile. "Take care, Yotsuyu."
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Yotsuyu chuckled quietly at that, but she waved him off. "You may not, no. Sometimes speaking from the heart does more than any pretty words might. And in their own way, I suppose they are pretty in their own way. So, good day to you."
He certainly could find his own way out, so Yotsuyu felt no great need to go after him or give him direction.