Destrian sheathed his sword, “Sir Destrian, Knight of þe Round Table at ye behest.” Destrian looked up at the tall woman. “Thou art not a lady?” He laughed heartily, “Surely you jest, fair maiden. Tis folly to speak ill of thou self. Thou art a maiden, tall and fair.” Destrian mounted his horse, "Hark, fair maiden, I ask thee once more; does thou know of þe way to Camelot?” He asked as he looked around again.
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Emerson
Ohh. He was a Knight. Of the Round Table, no less. Emerson knew a bit about it. King Arthur and all that. He didn’t seem to understand non-binary, so they just let it go. “You’re a long way away from Camelot. I’m not sure how you could’ve gotten here, but this is Once Upon a High, a school for fairytale children. My father is Paul Bunyan, a giant. He’s really nice, though. Not like the ugly, evil giants you read about. Class is out for lunch and I was about to eat when I bumped into you.” They said, gesturing awkwardly to the food strewn around.
@Bluecookies - Destrian
Destrian sighed, “Do thou know þe way to the city? Art Camelot within a fortnight? Do thou know of an Inn with a stable for my weary horse?” Destrian listened with several nods, “Friendly giants? I have heard of such legends, but never seen them.” Destrian examined the sustenance the fair maiden gestured to, “What kind of mutton or game be this?” Destrian poked the food with a medium length dagger, detailed with a lion’s head on the handle.
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Emerson
“Camelot is nowhere near here, unfortunately. I did see stables, though. I can show you where I saw them.” They said with a smile. Poor guy obviously didn’t mean to come here. They wondered what happened to him. He asked what Emerson was going to eat for lunch, and they stared at the dagger in his hand. This dude was the real deal. “Breaded pieces of chicken. It looked good. The menu said they’re chicken nuggets.”
@Bluecookies - Destrian
Destrian nodded, “Thou has my gratitude, fair maiden.” Destrian bowed swiftly after thanking the lady for her hospitality and proceeded to follow her. “Merlin’s beard!” Destrian exclaimed, surprised, “Thou says this smal sustenance art fowles. Surely you jest once more!”
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Emerson
“It’s not a problem. Happy to help.” Emerson said, trying to walk slowly so Destrian could keep up with their long strides. Emerson shook their head when Destrian asked if they were joking. “Nope. I had to order two servings of everything, being bigger than everyone else. So…how’d you get here?”
@Bluecookies - Destrian
Destrian laughed heartily. “Well, fair maiden, once I make it back to þe city . Thou can dine alongside þe finest knights in Camelot and hear tales of splendor and battle. Fowles and mutton as much as thou can eat!” Destrian looked around before whispering, “I suspect the magics of Merlin to be þe cause.”
@Ouijaloveletters ~Emerson
Emerson gave him a grateful smile when he invited them to Camelot. “Thank you! That would be amazing.” They nodded when he said he believed it was Merlin. “It would make sense. You should stay here in the meantime. Are you hungry?”
@Bluecookies - Destrian
Destrian shook his head, “I thank you, fair maiden, but I must stay with my steed for the night. Thou art kind to offer. By Merlin or my steed, I will make it back to Camelot.” The lady then mentioned food and Destrian felt his stomach rumble, “I suppose I could eat. Where does one get sustenance, fair maiden?” He asked looking around.
@Ouijaloveletters ~ Emerson
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“I was always told perfection was an impossible feat but, alas, I suppose it’s much more simpler to fake perfection in inanimate objects.”
She couldn’t help a genuine amused smile at that. “Touche. But something tells me that stuff you’re putting on everything isn’t exactly helping the food anymore than I am.” she mumbled to herself, sneaking one of the profiteroles that had yet to be spiked by this guy.
“My dating coach told me that mystery gives me a sort of edgy quality. So either I reveal my identity, or protect my reputation.” He shrugged. “Then again, she also told me stalking was an excellent form of seduction.”
She actually snorted at that. Was he actually trying to ‘seduce’ her? Did he think that would actually work? Sure, he was good looking, but Umbria wasn’t so desperate for that kind of attention that she would easily get distracted by a chiselled jaw and a sultry smirk. She tilted her head as he leaned on the table, raising a brow as she curiously waited to see what he would do next.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with the story of Hansel and Gretel, yes? A lonely witch and a delectable assortment of edible children?”
“That depends, there are a lot of different versions. Though, if you’re trying to form some kind of metaphor, I don’t think Hansel, Gretel, or the witch ever tried ‘seduction’ on the other characters.”
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Castleteria
With Adonis
@jaytastic
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Tassos flexed his back with a wince, the bandages doing barely anything to help with the pain. If it had been anyone else. If he had been hit by anyone not related to his line or work, then he could have just swallowed some ambrosia and gone on with his day. Now, as he sipped from the dark black flask he only felt the aches and bruises from his fight in the courtyard with a literal bl**dy demon. He’d been given permission to be excused from the last lesson, and he’d even been allowed to change out of the uniform, favouring a simple black shirt and slacks. Now he was craving food, anything sugary to build up his strength, and as the bell had rung for lunch not too long ago he figured now was a good time to go find it. He was just making his way out of the dorms and down to the ‘castleteria’ when he realized he was growing hopelessly lost. Looking around didn’t help much either. The school had changed so much since last year. He scratched his head, wincing as his shoulder wound faired up, and rubbing it he looked around for someone he could ask for directions. He sensed someone’s soul a couple corridors down, and following it he found someone with dark curly hair seeming to know where they were going.
He tapped them on their shoulder gently. “Hey, sorry, don’t supposed you know where we’re supposed to go for food do you? I think I went the wrong way a couple doors back…”
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Hallway
With Mare
@Skyler2
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Stepping out of the portal with her suitcase in hand, a large summer hat and shades excentuating the bundle of colours and shapes that was Caoimhe Mhuire. Covered from head to toe in so many tattoos and piercings, her clothes dancing like a rainbow in the wind, Caoimhe grinned as she approached the school giddy with renewed excitement. She may or may not have abandoned the school last year after a sudden craving for Italian gelato by her favourite gelatiere took her across the world, and then she just went on a long adventure of getting distracted. But now she was back at the school, her curiosity drawing her back as well as one other thing. A certain person she had met before vanishing. A girl who had promised her a piece of art that she was now dying to see added to her private collection. Hurrying into the school, she immediately began searching the crowds for the shy redheaded beauty who’s artistic spirit shon like a gem. It never took Caoimhe long to find her favourite people.
Practically yelling down the hall in her singsong voice, Caoimhe grinned and dropped her bag to open her arms wide. “PETRA! GET YOUR STUNNING LITTLE SELF OVER HERE!! I DEMAND YOUR LOVE AND AFFECTION!” She giggled, not even cariong about the weird looks given by the other students. “Its been so long! How are you my lovely?!”
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Hallway
With Petra
@ethereal
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The school dress code was thankfully an easily manipulated one. Though she was hardly androgynous, the ability to swap and change between the boy’s white uniform and the girl’s burgundy one meant that Cinder could still comfortably wear pants while just throwing the blazer around her waist counted as wearing it. Tying her hair up in a loose ponytail and finding her shades in the depths of her bag, Cinder rolled her neck and stretched like a cat before pulling on her boots and making her way down to the Castleteria. She didn’t have any money on her person at that moment, and she really wasn’t in the mood to charm it from the staff, so instead she just waited for some kid to order something she wanted, tripping them up and snatching their tray before they could spill the food on the floor. She was gone before they had even noticed, and heading outside she kicked off her shoes and let her toes sink into the grass. Ever since she had returned from hell, it was like every natural feeling was ten times better, food more delicious and the sounds and sweet scent of the air even more intoxicating. Taking a seat by a tree, Cinder streached out and enjoyed the feel of the sun on her skin. That was, until it became shady, and Cinder cracked open an eye to find a girl standing not too far away but blocking the light.
“Hey!” She picked up a cocktail sausage and threw it at the girl, hitting her square on the back of the head. “You mind?”
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Outside the Castleteria
With Dawn
@Ouijaloveletters
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Cinder hadn’t expected the growl. She’d been half ready to just go back to enjoying the sunlight but the growl made her open an eye again, looking at the girl curiously. She had hair darker than the pit of tar they used to torture souls with, and as she ravaged the tiny cocktail sausage Cinder smirked. “Dang, someone clearly doesn’t care for the three second rule. Well, good on you. But seriously, get out of my light, I’ve lived for years in darkness I would quite like to enjoy the sun if you don’t mind.” She motioned for the girl to move, even tossing another sausage a few feet away to try and lure the girl out of the sunlight.
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Outside the Castleteria
With Dawn
@Ouijaloveletters
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I Understand. That was incredibly formal for someone who acted so… not formal. But stranger still was how the girl seemed neither angry nor upset that she was basically treating her like a pet. Cinder’s amused grin only grew, and she rose a brow as the girl came to sit next to her, hissing like a wildcat after getting startled by her own stomach. Cinder burst out laughing at that, unable to help herself and not exactly holding back to begin with. Manners clearly weren’t a known thing with this chick. picking up another sausage from the plate she smirked at the girl. “Catch.” She said, tossing it up in the air for her.
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Outside the Castleteria
With Dawn
@Ouijaloveletters
Pfft, yup XD
Current location: Lake just outside of campus
Grotto narrowed his eyes before scoffing, “Lake…I’ve heard of your mother. Ah, yes, protector of the sword Excalibur, formerly known as Caliburn and wielded by the legendary King Arthur of Camelot before his fateful duel and apparent death.” Grotto mentally sighed, I suppose I must exchange pleasantries. After all, I did promise Father I would try. Grotto cleared his throat, “I am the Grotto of Antiquities, offspring of the Cave of Wonders. This is my first year, Father said I could learn something. Although after 1,000 years, I doubt there’s much to learn.”
@LTea ~ Atticus Lake
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“Good girl, well done.” Cinder said, popping a chocolate dipped strawberry into her own mouth as she watched the girl chomp happily. She reminded Cinder of the hell hounds. They were probably the one thing she missed, not that she couldn’t call on them if she ever needed them, but that was kind of frowned upon and often wound up getting a Fury on your a**.
The purring was weird, but by now Cinder had just excepted that whoever this girl was she was not the normal kind, and it was fun to have a pet.
“I like you. You are pretty and have food.”
Cinder snorted. “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself, Pup.” tilting her head curiously she debated if stroking the girls silky black hair would result in her loosing fingers or ruining this trust-based-on-food-and-looks relationship they had clearly instated. She decided against it, liking having fingers at the end of the day. They were very useful when Cinder wanted them to be.
“So,” Cinder mused, tossing the leaves of the strawberry into the grass, “are there any other tricks you can do? Lie down and play dead maybe? How about shake?”
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Outside the Castleteria
With Dawn
@Ouijaloveletters
