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[ethereal]

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>> mathematics, césar

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“Ow,” He grumbled as Jakob batted his hand away. Jakob scowled, not feeling even an ounce of guilt-he deserved that. Besides, his ego and self-esteem were much more bruised. His features seemed to become more stiff-he was clearly upset by such a small action. With how he was acting, Jakob was starting to wonder how César would react to a good punch in the face. “Well, I wasn’t aware it could be normal to have so many spors on your f-excuse me?” Jakob grinned victoriously at César’s offense-a grin that said, ‘you heard me’. “It’s perfectly normal.” Jakob said with a scowl. Trying to ease the tension, he grinned and joked, “You should see my cousin Joe.” César’s blue eyes were wide at the accusation-filled with disbelief and a bit of confusion, which only made Jakob feel better-he didn’t want to be the underdog in this conversation.

“These are my brother’s, not my grandmother’s.” César retorted. Jakob snorted as he lifted the wool to his face. “So your brother dresses like a grandmother. Got it.” “It’s too chilly for silk. But surely you wouldn’t know about effortless elegance.” César said haughtily. Jakob rolled his eyes. “I guess not, but who cares? At least I don’t have the personality of a vain old woman.” What a priss! Jakob usually didn’t dress the best, his style was more rugged. Often a leather jacket and loose clothing so he could actually move. And it wasn’t even that cold in his opinion.

He scoffed as he realized they had a bit of an audience. Jakob tried not to pay too much attention-his focus on César. A lot of his peers weren’t too bad looking though… “Let me correct that statement : I don’t want to be seen as a child, like you.” Jakob snorted-“We are children. I’m probably older than you, too.” He raised a brow. “How old are you?” He demanded. Shaking his head, he continued. “We’re wasting valuable pranking time.”

orp >> @edelgard NOT THE KID WITH GIANT HAIR I DIED

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[ethereal]

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>> math, syrus

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“You have your own boat, that’s awesome, isn’t it?” His tone was quite gloomy-perhaps sarcasm? Caspian hunched over slightly-was he making fun of them? Maybe having a canoe wasn’t so cool after all… maybe he thought they were copying his dad? Anything was a possibility. “I guess not…” They murmured quietly, a tear falling into their lap. “Yes, that’s probably true, Charon’s is a decent size. Though you have your own boat while I do not, so that might be nice.” This caused them to look back up-was it impressive after all? The way this was worded made them think maybe it was nice. Or, maybe they had made him feel inferior? Were they bragging? “Well, if you ever do get to neverland, I am sure the never fairies would be happy to give you your own canoe.” Their tone was just as sad as his, though they were trying to cheer him up.

He looked down, the same as Caspian. “No, souls aren’t something to be scared of.” He hesitated, and they said nothing, in case he wanted to say more. “…not like the living. This side of the world has many a thing that could be scary to someone unaware of it.” They frowned at this, agreeing. Everything was scary… and even though she had lived in the upper-world for a while, they still felt so unaware. Even this intimidating, tall guy had his fears too? He didn’t seem to be lying to Caspian-why would he do that? “The living is scary.” They agreed quietly. Maybe we can navigate it together… Unless Syrus was already tired of them? They wanted to say how seeing he had fears made them feel a bit better. But that was… too awkward to explain. So instead, Caspian mustered their best, most genuine smile.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, which made Caspian lean back slightly-that was the look the dance teacher gave them when they froze in place, the look their teachers gave when they couldn’t get out the right answer-too afraid of their peer’s opinions. “Elysium is known as either the Fortunate Isles or the Isles of the Blessed, and located in the western ocean at the end of the earth. It is similar to what you would call a resort, a perfect one, where life is easiest. Wanting for nothing; a surplus of good food, perfect weather, and luxuries to help anyone to relax.” Caspian tried to listen to everything he was saying-it was much better than the little voice in their head telling them how much they had annoyed Syrus. “That sounds amazing…” they commented when he had finished. They wondered if even they would be able to relax in Elysium. Would their worries be gone? Though they were assuming they weren’t allowed to visit.

orp >> @crazycaliope i love this man

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[ethereal]

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Jayden nodded as she began to follow, eventually catching up so he was walking alongside Cara. Cara smiled at her, her hair bouncing as she walked. “I don’t know what home is like for you, but I bet it must have been a huge change of pace to come here from being homeschooled.” Cara nodded and widened her smoky brown eyes to show Jayden was definitely right. “I’m used to an ordinary public high school without uniforms, dorms, or anything fancy like this, and closest I’ve come to royalty was knowing the homecoming queen at my old school.” At this, Cara giggled-she had met actual royalty at the school and was sure Jayden would, too. “This whole place is a huge culture shock. I swear I’m still dreaming.” Cara nodded sympathetically before responding, “Yeah, it was. I’m definitely glad I did decide to go.” Despite having been heartbroken and rejected, she also made amazing friends and learned so much as a designer. She definitely didn’t want to go back to the loneliness and blandness of homeschooling, and was glad her mother didn’t force her to either. Her eyes widened-public school? She’d never even come close to that. “Wow, what’s public school like?” She asked this, smiling at Jayden to show she was genuinely interested. “Yeah, it’s a lot at first,” Cara agreed. She grinned playfully-“Need me to pinch you?”

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[ethereal]

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>> outside, dark

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He watched as the now-helpless Dark tried to stand, but fell to the grass once again. He looked up at him, once icy eyes now filled with vulnerability. Although Dae’s face was still triumphant, he didn’t want to look too smug-apparently his ‘arrogance’ was a potential trigger for…whatever the last few minutes was. Dark sighed. “Sorry…I…” Dae looked somewhat expectant-feeling he deserved a reason for Dark’s murder attempt. “I can’t control the magic in my body, so I rish turning it into that.” He looked pitiful, apologetic. Dae wanted to cheer him up…he did feel bad. However, his insensitivity showed once again-“Can’t you learn how to control it?” He asked, although his tone was soft.

His eyes widened and he jerked back a bit-a reflex as Dark approached him, hands out. Peering at his face from a fair distance, he said, “Don’t worry, it won’t be a scar.” Dae sniffed at the information-It still looked hideous. “Of course not.” He said dismissively. Running a finger along the scar, he summoned some light beauty magic. Soon, the scar was gone-his face clear again. He used this often to get rid of pimples and scars-which he rarely got.

He stared at the ground, apologizing again. Dae didn’t know what to say-no one had ever tried to kill him, no matter how much they hated him. He did pay close attention as Dark explained his magic-that he was made out of pure negative magical energy, and when he lost control, the magic was free to wreak whatever havoc it wanted. He nodded, “I understand.” Was his response at first, he was still unsure of what to say. “I have learned to control it to a large extent, but when I am triggered and thus feel negative emotions myself, I can sometimes lose control. The greater the negative emotion, the faster I lose control.” He stepped back, putting more space between them. Dae sniffed. “Sounds like my sister.” He said sarcastically. Something panged inside him-guilt, maybe? He ignored it. “I’m sure that’s difficult…” He said, trying again to be ‘nice’ and ‘empathetic’. “Not to be rude, but do you have any friends, then? I argue with my bros all the time.”

He explained why he came to the school, to try to control his magic better. Maybe he thought the magic classes would help? “That’s why I tried to warn you.” Dae blinked at this-he supposed Dark was right, though he hadn’t gotten much time to get away from the bad situation. But would he have, even if he did have the time? “I’m glad I ended up only giving you one cut, because if my magic wanted to, it could’ve done a lot worse.” Dae scowled lightly-“Well, at least you’re happy about it.” He didn’t want to be too much of an -sshole again, but he had nearly gotten killed.

orp >> @meekepeek omggg that’s cool you can relate to dark!! and omg yeah true we all have that inner dark that wants to kill anyone slightly rude

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[ethereal]

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>> hallway, arielle

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Although he was dressed in the overly-formal white uniform, he still felt underdressed and cheap compared to the other students-even his bookbag-though made of expensive leather-was worn and somewhat scratched. He shifted it a bit, maybe she wouldn’t focus on it. Probably not, Arielle seemed nice and not very judgmental-she had shook his grimy hand after all. She looked relieved as he told her not to worry about him, then beamed-there was that gorgeous smile again. “Lucky me, then.” She said sweetly. Jason grinned-“Same here,” he told her, his tone just as sweet. Though it was likely he’d remember some of the students-he hadn’t talked to most of them, so it was nice to have someone he could sit next to and talk to during class. “So how are you this lovely morning?” As she walked, she let her hand brush over the lockers-giving her an adventurous and almost whimsical vibe. Jason shrugged, but grinned casually, “I’m alright. Woke up a bit too early, though.” The hallways smelled amazing- breakfast scents coming from the Castleteria. He wished he had a bit more money-then he could’ve bought more than a protein bar. It was hard to resist the food on display-especially the bacon. However, maybe if he skipped a few days, he could take Camilla and Arielle out for breakfast there. Patience is a virtue, Jason. “And how are you?” Though she wasn’t always meeting his gaze, he kept his brown eyes on her. She looked at her bag, surprised. It was natural for him to ask-his mother had raised him to always be polite this way. After a moment, she refused, “Oh, no, I can carry it! It’s pretty light, anyways…thank you, though, for asking.” He frowned slightly-but it wasn’t very noticable. “Oh, no problem,” He said. He didn’t think she was incapable of carrying it, of course. He thought about insisting, but decided that would come off the wrong way. “Did you find who you were looking for?” She asked with a pretty grin. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. Yes, Camilla had been in her dorm, eating cake. “Yes, eventually.” He said, nodding. “Thank you so much for your help, again.” He’d already thanked her, but there wasn’t such thing as too much gratitude, right? “Sorry, I might’ve wasted your time a bit.” He looked away, then looked back to her, smiling. “I owe ya one.”

orp >> @katabasis NOT ME SMILING AGAIN AT THAT ORP

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[Meekepeek]

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//outside//

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again I let out a sigh. Not only am I dizzy, when I lose control it takes a lot of energy. I could see that whatever I have done has affected him when he jerked back a little. It was a painful image to see that apparently I can be so cruel that someone with as much confidence as he has instinctively stays away from me. It showed that when I lose control, I will always hurt people, and that was something I didn’t want.

I look up in surprise and raised an eyebrow when he asked if I have any friends. “Do you really think someone wants to come near me?” I ask and a lonely laugh leaves my mouth before shaking my head. “nah, even if someone wanted to be friends with someone as unstable as me, I wouldn’t. If I have a friend, sooner or later I’ll just hurt them” I told him.

I drop my shoulders defeated. “I know I hurt you in several ways, but if I had changed in that hallway, I wouldn’t have tried to scare you first and he would have attacked everyone who looks happier than me,” I explain. “I know the damage I can do, so I try to stay as far away from people as possible when I feel like I’m losing control,” I explain.

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@ethereal - you can relate to Dark, not to his controlled state tho

[Acorn06]

FREYA LOCH - NYANA’S DORM ROOM

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Walking into the room, Freya’s eyes swiftly went to Nyana, sitting by a large window that gave a view to the outer gardens.
“Welcome to my humble room, which probably looks exactly like yours”
Freya chuckled. “That’s pretty spot on,” She said, looking around. Of course, it was only the first day, it was no surprise that no one had truly started decorating yet.
“Who’s your roommate?” Freya asked, curious. Who knows, maybe they’d come too. It was the thought of that that reminded Freya of reality.
Nyana was amazing, but she was also rare. There was no guarantee that everyone here would be like her. If Freya just opened up to every person passing, it would not end well. Puffing out her cheeks, Freya walked over to where Nyana sat, taking a seat opposite her.
No matter how nice this girl was, Freya couldn’t allow her to forget her past experiences with human nature, and the rejection that came with anything different.
“You have a nice view,” Freya commented light heartedly, smiling past her darker musings. “It’s cool how the school managed to create such large dorm rooms like this.”

@Meekepeek - Nyana

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AILBHE - GARDENS

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Ailbhe smiled slightly as Valecia laughed at her comment.
“Yeah, I could.” the girl replied, laughing again. It didn’t quite meet her eyes, something Ailbhe took note of. Not everything was as it seemed with this Valencia girl.
“I haven’t really done much with it though. Being in a mortal world doesn’t give you an opportunity to do so.”
Ailbhe tilted her head, confused. “How does that work? Surely you would have more opportunity among mortals than back wherever you actually live.”
It certainly was the case with Ailbhe. Her father would never be intimidated by her touch of death, because he had the same, after all. It made him immune, the same way Ailbhe was immune to him. Mortals however, were terrified of her, despite the fact she had never used them on one.
“And also, I’m immortal so I could also just outlive them.”
“Well that’s not boring at all,” Ailbhe said, scoffing. “So every time a human takes a dislike to you, you hide until they die?” She doubted this, but if this Valencia wanted to hide things from her, she could be d-mn sure every word would be poked and prodded for search of the hidden clues.

@katabasis - Valencia

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CAMERON CANES - COVE

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“If he knows, why would he still do it?!”
Cameron sighed, not sure how to explain it to her.
“People as a whole are stupid. When they start smoking, they think the rules don’t apply to them, that they’ll be the exception. They believe that they can stop any time, they won’t get addicted. This is because every person in every world believes they are the centre of the universe, and why shouldn’t it bend the rules for them? Then, they keep going and going until all of a sudden they realise they aren’t the exception. And at this point they’re addicted and can’t stop.
Then you have the other people. The hurt people who really couldn’t give a sh!t what smoking does to them, only that it makes them feel better. These guys are the ones who will never stop until they heal, and you had better hope they heal before they become addicted.”
The whole thing was a nasty business. Himself, Cameron hoped that governing bodies banned cigarettes, sooner rather than later.
“A nasty cough? Maybe he can’t read, though?”
Cameron laughed, giving Bay a funny look. “I’m pretty sure he can read, Bay.”
“That’s a great idea! You should tell him!”
Frowning, Cameron gave her a look, unsure whether or not she was joking. Did she not hear me?
“Y’know, man-to-man! Maybe not the word ‘killing’, though?” Bay cringed slightly “I could see him ‘not taking too kindly to that’.”
“Bay, he would bite my head off and call me a goodie-two-shoes is what would happen if I did that,” Cameron said, smiling wryly. “But, if you truly insist on telling him, I’ll come with you and help,” He added, giving in.
Cameron laughed, pulling out the fish from the oven, as Bay got excited. It truly did smell heavenly - one of the best fish meals he’s made.
“Oki doki, Breakfast is served,” he announced, popping the fish onto a plate and cutting it in two. Walking over to a little coffee table they had brought into the cove, Cameron set the plate down with a grin. “Eat up,”

@ethereal - Bay

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[Edelgard]

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“How horrible,” César let out. He pictured someone looking exactly like Jakob, with about twice the amount of freckles, and wrinkled his nose. Still, he could tell from the other student’s grin that he was trying hard to ease things between them, which César supposed was a virtue. The grip on his muffler loosened in appreciation, though that was the only sign betraying it.

As for the rest of the accusations, he settled for looking Jakob up and down with a scowl. “How about we agree that there is nothing wrong with us?” he suddenly snapped, loudly, which was the closest Jakob would get to a ‘let’s stop, this is stupid’. “It is this room -so hideous and unwelcoming.” As much as César hated to show it, the school atmosphere was getting to him. He’d never been surrounded by so many people his age, or maybe it was Jakob’s visible immunity to his charms -or the fact that he’d just caught a glimpse of Marc out the window. Or that he hadn’t had breakfast.

César took a deep breath, examining his own stunning reflection in one of the metal chair legs in front of him in an attempt to regain his composure. Marc’s muffler was warm and comfortable around his neck, a feeling that he found was somewhat comforting.

“I’m your age,” he stated with contempt, as if he had never lost his composure. “And you are the one wasting pranking time. I am not getting involved.”

@ethereal - Jakob | Please involve César in the next prank. x)

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[Meekepeek]

//Dorm//
I chuckle as she confirms my assumption. I then look at the empty bed on the other side of the room. “I believe her name was Parvati Wise, but we haven’t had a chance to really talk yet,” I say. I wondered what kind of person my roommate was, but couldn’t think of anything until I actually met her. “What about you?” I asked. “Have you talked to them already?” I asked.

As she sat down next to me I noticed she was puffing her cheeks. With a small chuckle, I poke her cheek with my finger. “You’re starting to look like the chipmunk from before,” I say jokingly before nodding and joined her looking outside. “It is, I always loved the view from so high up” I said.
@Acorn06

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

“[That must have been terrible. I was also taught at home but for other reasons … But I was stuck with a governess while you were stuck with somebody who treats you and your sister horribly. You couldn’t meet friends like people in school and you couldn’t escape your house for a few hours a day. At least when I was taught, it was by another person and even though I was still at home, it felt different with somebody else to teach me. So I suppose finally going to school is like us breaking free.]” Aoife only mentioned that there was a reason her mother wanted to teach her at home, and Aoife was determined to tell Meabh about it seeing as Meabh spoke a lot about her life too, but Aoife’s self cconciousness made her only put that in the middle of her speach and never mentioned again so it can be forgotten and the focus could fall on the other subject of the speech.

@Acorn06

[CrazyCaliope]

The answer Bertram received when he asked about the boy’s father wasn’t one that he neither expected nor could have imagined he would have got. It was very diplomatic for the way he had been talking of him. Though when he heard the word majesty, he was curious about it and wondered if he would have to bow, being in the presence of royalty. However, decided against it. Marc seemed liked he didn’t want to talk about him, nor did he make any suggestion to Bertram that any royal tradition had to be adhered to. Instead, Bertram simply nodded and tried to veer away from the talk of his family. “Very fair. If you are not too close with your father, nor your brother who you say is quite different from yourself, may I ask who you are close to?”

“Yes, my mother is very important to me. I will do anything for her, including leave to come here if that is what she wants.” His smile had returned, as well as an affection in his voice as he spoke of her. He was still trying to speak about in the present tense, so to not give it away for the boy to ask while also trying to convince himself she was still around. Though it didn’t work. “Her name is Trilby but goes by Trillie to those who are close.” He was mainly talking of his father, he was the main person to call her that.
Marc then went on to make what he could only assume was a joke based on his expression from what Bertram had known of teasing. Bertram tried to respond with a laugh, tight-lipped so that the muted laugh was breathy and nasal. “I suppose I did. Very well, I would be more than happy to accompany you to the castleteria to discover bacon. I do apologise though, as you will will have to try it alone. Bacon is a product of pigs and do not eat meat.”

@Edelgard - Marc Erlion

[CrazyCaliope]

There was now Fennec Fox in the middle of the Mathematics classroom. It was Robin White. Robin’s round fox eyes looked up and Audelia and whined, trying to talk but that was the only sound to escape their mouth. They couldn’t speak human anymore, she knew that all too well, not for the next three hours. Audelia ran from the room and Robin felt alone. Always alone. No one could truly get close to Them, so no one wanted to even try. Turning back around, it took them four attempts to stick the landing on the chair. Just because they were a fox, didn’t mean they couldn’t listen to the lecture. Robin wanted to cry but all that vocalised was a low for whine.

Approachable but kind of not - depends on if you have an idea.

[CrazyCaliope]

”Interesting”* Kieran remarked. ”I like that. I guess… in a way I can relate. Not necessarily an encyclopaedia, but knowing things is always satisfying”
“You can relate?”, Danko repeated what he’d said back to him in the form of a question. This had perked him up. He’d said something that someone else could relate to. Maybe the Magic Mirror was right, this school would be good for him, he would be able to change into his own person. “What sort of things do you know, do you already know a great number of things? What sort of things do you want to learn more about?”

@CerealKiller - Kieran

[CrazyCaliope]

”I’d assume so,” she commented. *“You know we could’ve easily walked where we needed to go. No need to be fancy.””
“I just wanted to see… if I could. Turns out… no, too far.” Ervic took a deep breath this time. “I should have aimed for… just the corridor start with. … I was just wanting to… get us outside faster.” His breath was almost under control and the light-headedness had subsided.
Coco held out her hand as she stood up straight. "Come on I can somewhat help and give you a hand unless you wanna continue to find your breath yourself.”
Ervic pushed himself up into an upright position, only to look over to see Coco’s outstretched hand. “You want me to-” His deep voice was almost back to its usual pace. Part of him was unsure, wary of touching her again after her reaction to the transport. But there was something in her voice that made his body ignore his brain. He slipped his underneathe her’s, allowing her the lead. This was not something that Ervic would ever do but for some reason he did. “Fine. Okay, where to today? Same hunting grounds or somewhere different?” His smirk returned in its full form.

@Chocolate_Mama - Coco

[CrazyCaliope]

Syrus noticed the tear and pointed to it. “You’re raining again, what is the emotion behind these rain drops or tears?”
Then Caspian looked up, the tear streak on their face, and said, “Well, if you ever do get to neverland, I am sure the never fairies would be happy to give you your own canoe.”
Their offer made Syrus realise that he had been lucky to meet this person, as they were one of the living people on top of the Earth. “I will have to come then if I am to be so spoilt to receive such gifts. Though I may need help to… drive it, as not even Charon lets me drive his ferry.” He was sure if drive was the correct adjective to use here.
He only nodded when Caspian agreed, saying the living is scary.
“That sounds amazing…”, Caspian commented.
“Yes,” he replied with a soft sigh coming from his usual sombre tone. “It is quite something. But is perfecton everything, especially when one has not experienced the origin from which it was based?”

@ethereal - Caspian - HEHEHE. Do you? I love the two of the together. It’s so interesting to see how the other reacts.

[Chocolate_Mama]

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

~~ Outside, Ervic of the West

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Coco didn’t know how she felt. She couldn’t find the word which means this had to be the first time she ever felt like this. Concerned, that’s what she has to be feeling but she won’t be able to process that word for a while. Coco never felt like that for anyone. She doesn’t need a new emotion clouding her judgement. “I should have aimed for… just the corridor start with. … I was just wanting to… get us outside faster.” Coco smirked a little as she shook her head. Allowing her curls to jump back into place.”You really should’ve aimed for there. Nothing wrong with a walk anyways. Maybe next time—.” She stopped talking once she felt his warm hand connect with her. She really didn’t expect him to actually grab it, but at the same time there was that fluttery burning feeling in her stomach. Now is really not the time. She tried to change her expression when he finished talking. “Fine. Okay, where to today? Same hunting grounds or somewhere different?” She looked at him and his full on smirk. Something about him just made her feel all types of evil.”Well I would say the village, but I don’t know didn’t you see that blog post about us? Don’t need people expecting too much.” She looked around the area to see if anyone was around. Lowering her voice she leaned over to him a little more.”I mean we could but we really would have to work hard on not being seen too much.” A blog. Who would really be watching that much?

orp ~ @CrazyCaliope

* ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ * ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

[Acorn06]

FREYA LOCH - NYANA’S DORM ROOM

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Freya glanced outside, enjoying the sunshine that streamed through the window. Somehow the light was always warmer after passing through the glass, however that worked.
“I believe her name was Parvati Wise, but we haven’t had a chance to really talk yet,”
Freya nodded. She had no clue who that was, unfortunately. When asked about her wn roommate, Freya replied;
“Someone called Ilona Berson,” She shrugged, “I haven’t met them yet, honestly, but I hope they’re nice.” If they were even half as kind as Nyana had been, Freya would be content with it.

Freya’s eyes widened, and she recoiled slightly as Nyana poked her cheek. You should probably get used to that if you want friends, idiot. She chastised herself for reacting negatively. The feeling of Nyana touching her face had been similar to an electric shock for Freya - not pleasant, or unpleasant, just surprising. It was easier to feign nonchalance when she saw it coming, unfortunately.
Swiftly attempting to turn her initial respond into a laugh, Freya replied, “Yeah, I guess so. Although I’m not fluffy like it was.”

Freya nodded as Nyana agreed with her statement about the view. The large window opened directly onto the garden, giving the girls an exquisite view of flowers and grass and trees. It was quite majestic, and a sight that Freya very rarely saw back home.

@Meekepeek - Nyana

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MEABH SÍDHE - LITERATURE

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Meabh gave Aoife a funny look as she assumed both that Clíodhna had treated her terribly as well as Neisha, and that they lived in a house.
“[Yea uhm, Mother wasn’t like how she is with Neisha with me. That’s part of the reason Neisha tore my arm off in the first place. I was the favourite child; the one who could do no wrong. To be fair, I didn’t do wrong, Neisha was the one robbing banks, after all.]” She shrugged. Neisha of course didn’t know that Meabh had found out about that, but she hadn’t told her mother about it at least.
“[Also, we did have freedom. Myself and Neisha often visit the local village, we just have to be secretive. The other children’s parents don’t like us because we don’t ‘belong’, but we have friends there.]” Meabh paused as Aoife made her next statement, quickly realising Aoife had been trying to find similarities to bind them together.
"So I suppose finally going to school is like us breaking free.]”
Sh!t
“[Yea,]” Meabh replied, smiling. Should I tell her the real reason? She might be able to help. Aoife seemed appropriately disgusted with Clíodhna to at least keep the information to herself. Maybe.
“[It’s funny you say that, actually,],” Meabh said. “[Neisha and I did come here to break free, or rather she did. Like I said, Mother has crossed more lines than any mother should, and we are her now to get rid of those consequences.]”
That’s enough to hook her in, hopefully. Meabh mused to herself. If she wants to help, hopefully she’ll ask for more info.
“Why were you taught at home?” Meabh added, curious. Surely something as easily hidden as a love spot wouldn’t stop someone from being able to attend school with everyone else.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Aoife

[CerealKiller]

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|| Literature ||🔮|| With Danko ||

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“You can relate?”
”That I can” he said with a light singular nod, and listened as the boy asked about what he already knew and what he would want to know, which he wasn’t necessarily going to answer ”I’ll just say, I like knowing things others don’t know for themselves, and don’t know that I do know” he said, explaining as for why he wasn’t going to explain ”You see, if I answer your question, you also know, and that just defeats the purpose” he said ”There is no fun there” he added with a slight mysterious smirk

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@CrazyCaliope - Danko

[LunaticLeviTheSecond]

“[You know I still haven’t heard what was so horrible that your mother did, that you could forgive your sister for harming you when angry at your mother. I’m not really sure if I want to know something like that. Not yet, perhaps.]” I didn’t want to pry, even though I was curious, so I left thsoe question for when I knew her better. Truly, you can never fully know a person, except what the person decides to share about them either through words or body language, so I didn’t want to ask anything as we only met today and that kind of information has to be shared with somebody she trusts and knows. Thankfully, she decided to ask me about my education at home. I smiled and said “[Well I suppose the experience of it is definetly not as bad as yours must’ve been. But my mother feared a lot of things when it came to me. This is a long story I must admit, and if you want I’ll tell it to you now.”] I for one didn’t have boundaries like that, for I hardly meet people in my life and I already trust her. I don’t know if that’s good or bad at this moment, but how could I know who to trust, when I was not around many people to mistake my trust in and learn by mistake to not be gullible.

@Acorn06

[Acorn06]

NEISHA SÍDHE - LITERATURE

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Neisha glanced over at Meabh, glad to see that her sister was able to communicate, if only in Irish. Of course, that would make controlling her communication difficult, but hey, it’s not like many people spoke Gaelic.
Her attention returned to Bai San of course, when she expressed excitement at the mention of Neisha’s favourite colour of all things. Her excitement swiftly turned to scorn as she considered Neisha’s query.
Ah, ok. Time to see this granddaughter of heaven’s true colours.
Neisha crossed her arms and set her chin on top of them, watching Bai San intently as she began speaking again.
“It’s called a poetic speech. I could easily say that I like green and I told my servants to make me a hanfu with majority of its color green, but that would have been too simplistic in my teachings. But I see that you can’t pick up on that, not that it seems like you care at least.”
Neisha chuckled, looking at the table for a moment as if embarrassed. It was clear from her expression as she looked up again that she was not in the slightest. With an eyebrow raised, Neisha asked,
“Oh I’m sorry Miss High and Mighty.” She said sarcastically, “But I’m afraid we low-lives here on Earth reserve poetic speech for poetry.”
Neisha truly didn’t mind, and knew that she’d probably get used to it in time, however she was most certainly a believer in an eye for an eye, tone for tone. If this Bai San wanted to get annoyed, Neisha would happily deliver, with added flourishes too.
Neisha sighed, shaking her head. There was no use making an enemy of someone who’s power you planned to steal. “Look. No offense, but that kinda talk is gonna give you enemies if you’re not careful. Just as a piece of advice, I’d get used to the more simplistic way of things.”
“You know, you said that you are technically a spirit. I would assume that you roam around earth, lurking around mortals. Make sense, and I forgive. But it gives sense for beings like that forever in land, cursed with dirty humans untouched by gold and silver. Anyways… I’ll even research a bit, to prove me wrong of course.”
Oh you forgive me do you? Neisha’s anger was set on a slow simmer, and much more heat would ignite the bomb within her. She took a steadying breath, reminding herself constantly that making enemies wasn’t the goal here. She had to be careful. And so, instead of giving Bai San a piece of her mind, Neisha quietened down and waited for her to move on to another topic of conversation.
She didn’t take long to deliver, twirling her hair vainly as she did so.
“So let’s talk more! Where do you come from? I’m very curious since I never had heard where you really came from…”
“I’m from Ireland,” Neisha said, pushing through her dislike with a calm smile. “It’s a couple thousand miles East from here, in the Atlantic Ocean”
Neisha loved her home, damp and green though it may be. The trees and wildlife were beautiful, if you were quiet enough to be able to spot them. The people were wholesome, if a bit backwards in nature.

@Secreterz - Bai San

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MEABH SÍDHE - LITERATURE

Meabh could feel her sister’s gaze on her, likely wonder which poor soul she had managed to find that also spoke Irish. She didn’t deign herself to look around however, instead paying attention to what Aoife had to say.
“[You know I still haven’t heard what was so horrible that your mother did, that you could forgive your sister for harming you when angry at your mother. I’m not really sure if I want to know something like that. Not yet, perhaps.]”
Meabh nodded. She was right. There was no sense in trusting someone after only a single conversation, after all. She could be a help in the future, but that future was most definitely not today.
“[Well I suppose the experience of it is definetly not as bad as yours must’ve been. But my mother feared a lot of things when it came to me. This is a long story I must admit, and if you want I’ll tell it to you now.”]
“[Oh?]” Meabh asked, curious. “[I mean, I’m always up for a story,]” They said, tucking their hands in their pockets.
This Aoife was quite open, for someone who had just met a new person. Meabh smiled wryly at the thought. It was a good thing she had met them and not Neisha, for it was unlikely their independence would’ve lasted long if Neisha had gotten a chance to dig her claws in.

@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Aoife