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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 4, 2017 16:32:55 GMT -5
Finnian finally managed to stop coughing, feeling himself be led to the lockers so they wouldn't be in the way of all the other students. He was resting an arm on the locker, using it as a propping device before he was able to straighten out, spitting a little on the ground before shaking his head, his chest still tight and not letting in much air. He was still out of breath, just not coughing much any more.
"Asthma," he wheezed out the explanation, not wanting to waste any breath on unnecessary words. Considering this was his first day he didn't know that they were close to the nurses office, and hadn't stopped to consider if something could be broken, or the fact that he had an inhaler right in his bag that he could use.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 4, 2017 16:35:08 GMT -5
{Yee}
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 6, 2017 0:48:54 GMT -5
((Sorry for disappearing for a bit! I'm sick but still had a homework assignment to work on. >.<'
@tom, Brindleface, Skyblaze
You guys seem to be having trouble coming up with starters sooo what if I helped you by giving you an 'in' so to speak? I could create a character that's connected to you in some way whether you're a new student or not- A pre-established friend or neighbor who also happens to be friends with Persi, thereby connecting connecting everyone together. How's that sound? ^^'))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 6, 2017 0:51:47 GMT -5
((Eh. Maybe.))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 6, 2017 2:05:19 GMT -5
'...No need to mull over it.'
Aris is self-aware enough to admit that he's guilty of feeling guilty at least 95% of the time. It's a way of consistently reminding himself that he needs to Be Better or else fall into old habits again. Like today. Almost. Perseus insists that this is unhealthy, but it's yet another cycle that Aris struggles to break. Lark seems to have no issue with putting previous events behind her though, and he attempts to follow her example before he can think more on it. This is expressed with a flippant wave that is remarkably similar to his brother's. "Sure."
"That's a funny way to think about it."
He's surprised by the laughter in her voice- it's only recently that people have found him amusing in a way that isn't mocking or derisive and Aris still isn't sure how to respond, but feels the corners of his mouth twitching up regardless. Unsettled, he masks his tentative satisfaction by turning away and running a hand through unruly roseate hair. "You're going the wrong way. I don't have time to hold your hand all the way up to the da- the door." Even so, Aris jerks his head at the new girl and continues down the hall. He can at least point her in the right direction. "Your homeroom should be this way."
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"Asthma." Perseus repeats, lips quirking; he hadn't thought to consider a more simple explanation. "You have a sister, right? Does she have your inhaler? I don't think Mrs. Brown-" The sentence trails off into a bemused 'huh'. Perseus had been opening the door to the nurse's office as he spoke, but halts with furrowed brows when an unfamiliar woman greets him with a beatific smile.
She's young, probably in her mid twenties, with silvery blonde hair in a tight bun and eyes that are somehow both too bright and too dark. Her mannerisms and even her pleasantly absent expression are completely professional as she ushers Finnian over to a low cot and politely asks after his injuries. Perseus drifts in to help with the explanation and offers to retrieve his inhaler, but pauses at the door to inquire after her predecessor with a pleasantly absent smile of his own.
"Oh, Mrs. Brown? She had a family emergency. I'm Ms. Lynn and I'll be helping her out for a bit." Her tone is friendly enough, but she has yet to take her eyes off of Finnian. Perseus' own eyes narrow thoughtfully as she putters around gathering things to help treat the blond, this is expected- But the needle hidden unobtrusively among the bandages isn't.
Perseus leans out into the hall and stops the first person he sees, which just so happens to be his brother. "Perseus-" Aris begins, looking peeved already, and the taller of the two is quietly delighted that his brother already knows him so well. "Finnian's sister-"
"She's coming." He grunts, stepping inside and opening the door wider so that Lark can do the same. Ms Lynn distractedly waves her latest patient toward a chair against the wall and Aris switches from hovering at her side to orbiting his brother. "Why are you still here?"
The darker twin tilts his head with a softly chiding smile. "It's rude to simply 'drop them off' and leave. Don't you want to make sure they're-"
"Oh, that won't be necessary." The nurse finally speaks up, straightening to turn toward Perseus with a reassuring smile. "You two should hurry to class, now. I promise that I'll take good care of your friends." Although Aris doesn't react in a discernible fashion- he rarely does-, Perseus can feel that his concerned hovering has shifted to defensive hovering. A glance from the corner of his eye confirms his suspicion. Aris has an uncannily predatory mien, which he displays now in the subtle tensing of his shoulders and unblinking stare fixated on the impatient woman as if daring her to make a move. Any move. She's still smiling, but Perseus can read the restlessness in her careful posture and smoothly steps in front of his brother to break their line of sight. Smiling sheepishly, he recaptures her attention by running a gloved hand through his hair and a softly delivered, "Do you think we could get a few passes? I've never missed a class before and-"
Once again, Perseus is interrupted. "Sure sure!" The nurse waves them toward a small cabinet and drawer set by the sink. She turns back to Finnian just as his sister enters.
Aris follows his brother to the sink and only rolls his eyes when Perseus carefully positions him at his side before shifting his stance and reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket. "What are you doing."
"Getting a hall pass." The glib response earns him a disapproving frown. Perseus slips two from the drawer and hands them off to his brother, replacing those he took with copies he keeps in his own pocket. This accomplished, he rises and favors Lark and Finnian with a minute smile. "I know the welcoming committee was...lacking. But the school isn't all bad, and I'd like to prove it to you if you'd be amenable." His gaze slants toward the darkening bruise on Finnian's shoulder with a wry twist to his lips. "Later, of course. I hope your recovery is expedient." Aris snorts at this, though he's accustomed to his brother's tendency toward unnecessary words when distracted.
Aris remains silent as Perseus thanks an equally distracted nurse and trails his brother into the now empty hall. Only once the door is firmly shut and they've moved far enough away does Aris speak, Perseus tilting his head toward him with an expectant grin. "What was that." Though Aris speaks without inflection, his message is clear. It might also contain an exclamation point.
"I don't trust her, and neither do you." Once again, his response is upbeat and decidedly not what Aris wants to hear.
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((Sorry this is a bit wordy- I'm trying to get the plot started. And please don't skim! The longer my posts the more information I'm trying to give. ^^' I tend to weave mysteries into my plots so.))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 6, 2017 2:11:32 GMT -5
Annabelle pulled out an earbud, glancing around, switching the music and starting down the hall. She hummed along as she walked. Her hazel eyes were shining. She walked with a bit of swagger. The beat in her step didn't falter. She had relaxed shoulders and a straight posture. \
((Sorry for the shortness! It's past midnight here.))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 6, 2017 12:54:23 GMT -5
((Good questions~ ^^ The nurse is the first of many enemies, though she's not much of a threat right now. The twins are going to go to class because Persi trusts that she wouldn't blow her cover so soon- and she won't. But just so you know, she wants a sample of everyone's blood, hence the needle. For now she's going to be really professional and super nice to Finnian and Lark as opposed to people without magic.))
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Post by Brindleface on Oct 6, 2017 16:39:01 GMT -5
(Finally posting a starter ^^' I can change it if it doesn't fit with what's going on.)
Pushing her locker shut, Cleo Ramsey slung her backpack back onto her shoulders and made her way towards her next class, glad she didn't need her textbook for the day. Making her way down the stairs, she skirted around other students and kept her gaze ahead, though her ears were still alert. It only took her a minute to figure out there'd been a fight, but without names it was the same as a rumor. She was one of the first to class, as usual, so decided to busy herself with the drawing she was working on on the cover of her notebook. Slipping her bag down to the floor next to her desk, she took out the notebook and a pencil, pushed her dyed blond hair behind her ears, and began coloring in the pattern she'd sketched.
(Also sorry it's short I'm on mobile.)
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Post by Brindleface on Oct 6, 2017 16:40:34 GMT -5
((Sorry for disappearing for a bit! I'm sick but still had a homework assignment to work on. >.<' @tom, Brindleface, Skyblaze You guys seem to be having trouble coming up with starters sooo what if I helped you by giving you an 'in' so to speak? I could create a character that's connected to you in some way whether you're a new student or not- A pre-established friend or neighbor who also happens to be friends with Persi, thereby connecting connecting everyone together. How's that sound? ^^')) (I didn't even see this X/ Could you work off my starter? If not I'll redo it.)
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 6, 2017 17:07:24 GMT -5
((Sure. ^^ Cleo could share a class with Annabelle and the twins. Is she a new student as well?
And you don't have to worry about length as long as there's enough information/detail~))
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 6, 2017 17:20:35 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: Lark accepted his response to her laughing without words, just a smile on her face. He didn't say anything, she just hoped he was little glad now. She waited until they got to the nurse's office before curiosity struck her. She may not come to this place too often, however she knew that woman wasn't the normal nurse.
As soon as Polaris left her side, she went to where the nurse was trying to put her, and sat in the chair. She realized in doing so, her back hurt a bit as well, but focused back to pain in her arm. It was just now aching quite a bit, but nothing too serious she believed. She looked back to the two brothers talking with the nurse, and forgot to ask whether or not Polaris had been injured in the fight or not. But she did forget to, getting more focused on the fact the nurse wasn't letting them stay, which Lark supposed made some sense. Just the way the conversation seemed was odd.
As Perseus comes over to herself and Finnian, her attention turned completely to the taller twin. As soon as he starts talking a smile comes to her face, and she responds with, "I would absolutely take the chance to see the better side of school if you can show it." Believing this school had a better side to it would certainly be something interesting. As would, honestly, spending time with him it so far seemed.
When they left, she was quiet at first. She stared at poor Finnian, who was out of breath, bruised, and far more injured than herself. She felt bad for him, really bad with all he had to deal with. It must her a lot more than her bruised arm and probably side. Then her quiet attention turned to the substitute nurse. And then she realized something she should probably ask, "Uh, sorry for bothering you, miss, but I didnt hear your name.... I'm just a little curious, since, you aren't the normal nurse, right?"
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Post by Brindleface on Oct 7, 2017 8:04:50 GMT -5
((Sure. ^^ Cleo could share a class with Annabelle and the twins. Is she a new student as well? And you don't have to worry about length as long as there's enough information/detail~)) (No, she'll have been at the school for a few years, but still doesn't have any friends :3)
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 7, 2017 13:29:39 GMT -5
Annabelle headed into the classroom, still humming along. A the music in her ears changed, she sat down and pulled out her school laptop. She was working on a story for a book she was writing. In French. Her hazel eyes shone as the words flowed from her mind.
((Can Annabelle be a French exchange student?))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 7, 2017 19:36:11 GMT -5
((Then French exchange student she will be~
That's about to change then, Brindle. ^^ Perseus loves making friends.
Sorry for the delay again! Work, work, shopping, and then more work. ^^'
I'll post a brief interlude as a placeholder and write for the twins once I've finished math.
Sorry for the quality!))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 7, 2017 19:39:35 GMT -5
"Oh, my bad!" The woman smiles absently, standing back so that Finnian can use his inhaler. "I'm Melanie Lynn, Mrs. Brown had a family emergency so I'll be taking care of you kids for a while. And you are?" Melanie goes on to make casual conversation by asking the usual questions as she works- Favorite subject, sport, how they like the town so far, idle chatter to fill the silence and ensure she seems as normal as possible. Which she had been, but the little brat with ridiculously colored hair had actually looked like he wanted to take a bite of her- and she didn't doubt he was capable of it. He didn't keep as low a profile as he may think. Unfortunately his brother does, so it's a good thing he's relatively harmless. She's still undecided about the others, though the blond's file showed noticeable discrepancies that might become a problem later. Still, Lark and Finnian seem like nice enough kids. She hopes they can stay that way.
"Are you sure you don't know the names of the bullies? We can't just let something like this slide." Melanie fishes a key out of a pocket on her dress and unlocks a small freezer, her fingers idly skimming the blood stored there with interest before dipping to reach for an ice pack. It's fortunate that last week's blood drive had a few leftovers, though she doesn't see the Chase twins' samples in the lineup. Rather suspicious, considering Fulbright's there in full. Hers isn't necessary, however, and she makes a mental note to get rid of it later. Only when she has carefully locked and stowed away her key does Melanie turn to give Lark the ice pack for her arm. "There you go. I'll get to you as soon as I can." She gives her a reassuring smile and turns toward Finnian with a roll of bandages. "Neither of you are scared of needles, right?"
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((She's probing, but Melanie isn't going to try to take blood yet. She will try soon, though.))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 7, 2017 20:52:14 GMT -5
Annabelle kept typing, the words flowing from her mind. She was so focused, her eyes were straining. She smiled slightly. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, and her head bobbed as "My Shot" played in her earbuds. Her screen was all she could see.
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 7, 2017 23:32:28 GMT -5
OoC :: That's always fun.
IC :: "Ah, nice to meet you then Ms Lynn. My name is Lark O'Conner," the auburn brunette answered with before listening to the temporary-sih nurse ask question. Not as though there was much interesting answers coming from Lark. She didn't really have a favourite subjects, it was difficult to decide between multiple and then again, none of them were really her favourite. She only played sports on one on one, generally with her older brother- and generally ending in many losses for herself as Seth was more of an athlete, honors student- the one parents love to have. Not that Lark minded. It also hadn't been very interesting to tell the nurse she had basically lived here her whole life, from what Lark knew of course- there was always the slim possibility her family had moved her when she was too young to remember.
When she asked about the bullies, Lark looked towards the floor with a sad smile, "Sadly I don't. I barely know what they look like, I think I caught the face of the main once who was 'messing around,' and maybe one of the people that were definitely on his side and ready to help... But, never caught their names." Lark sighed as she thought about it, she would have liked to know at least. Swear a silent revenge on them, as if she could actually do anything though. It was still a nice idea of it, but she couldn't even get them in trouble because she didn't know their names!
Lark gladly takes the ice pack from Melodie, placing it on her arm, and briefly tensing at the sharp cold she can feel. She shakes it off, sure that the ice is helping the wound- perhaps not the pain for her skin, but just in general. She nodded to the statement the nurse made before focusing on Finnian, and then lifted an eyebrow, curious of the last and latest question. Despite being an odd question, and Lark doubts that either herself or Finnian would need a needle, she answered, "No, not really anymore. I mean, needles are really uncomfortable when they prick your skin and I wouldn't really ask for one, but I'm not scared of them."
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 8, 2017 1:31:40 GMT -5
Aris practically bodily drags his twin to the nearest restroom because he refuses to stew all day. And Perseus's breathing is coming slower now that he isn't being actively social. He's aggravated further when the first thing Perseus does upon entering is slip yet another card from the fathomless recesses of his jacket and smooth it against the restroom door. "What are you-"
"It's already been enchanted." Perseus assures in an infuriatingly serene manner. "Speak freely. Curse at will."
Aris struggles to find words while the darker teen calmly washes his hands and dabs at a spot of blood on the body of his shirt. "Ah, I'm afraid this will stain..." He's leaning heavily against the tile so Aris marches over and jabs a finger at the small space between sink and wall with a hissed command. "Sit." His brother obeys with a quiet smile, crossing his legs to avoid putting one in a sink and leaning his head back against the mirror. "I'm-"
"Did you take your vitamins? All of them?" Aris isn't sure what to do and so reverts back to concerned hovering. "Do you need more? Something to eat?"
"Of course, no, and yes." Perseus executes that irritating flippant wave again. "Other than that, I'm fine. Truly." He tilts his head to meet his brother's eyes with a warm smile. "You don't have to react so strongly every time I feel a little drained, Rizzy. I've survived this long, after all."
"It's a blessed miracle." Aris grumbles, blushing at his perceived overreaction. Still somewhat flustered, he obligingly moves to 'freshen up' as well because Perseus is now waving a hand imperiously toward the sink. He scrutinizes his reflection but can't find anything to really 'freshen'. Just the same pale angular face. Virtually expressionless, though his mint blue eyes are slightly wider and brighter than normal. They're perpetually surrounded by dark rings of exhaustion despite his alacrity, contrasting with somewhat faded pupils. Tousled strawberry-blond hair that even he will privately admit is more pink than strawberry or blond- still frames the upper half of his face and falls in between his eyes when he runs his hand through it. The same scars split his right brow and carve into his cheek and jaw. Other than those, he has no other blemishes or suggestions of a recent skirmish. A side-effect of his 'gift' that he has difficulty explaining away. Aris wrinkles his nose at his face, turns on the faucet, and flicks water at Perseus.
"Why'd you just stand by and watch? You brought this on yourself!" It's annoying how he has to dredge up the remnants of his anger and indignation because he forgets them the second his brother shows even the slightest signs of wear-and-tear. Jerk.
Perseus smilingly takes off his wet glasses and begins to dry them on Aris' shirt. Aris glares harder, tempted to break them. "Controlled testing- I can't know the extent of the Seals' power otherwise. I trust you to be able to withstand that much, and I knew the backlash would be manageable."
Aris swats his brother's hands away and begins to pace. "But what if I-"
"You wouldn't." Perseus' unwavering confidence in him is both heartening and unaccountably heavy.
"But what if-"
"You think I'd let you?" He sounds amused now, and Aris scowls. "I've never actually seen you do more than parlor tricks." He mutters, before tacking on in a lower tone, "And you placed innocents in potential danger. Out in the open! What kind of 'controlled testing' is that?"
Perseus cants his head in that silent bird-like way of his, honey-gold eyes flickering narrower the barest centimeter. "I see." He muses, looking pensive. "I apologize, Polaris. I never mean to hurt or upset you. Or anyone else. However I can assure you that I had everything under control. I am a much more capable than you give me credit for." His smile is smaller this time, but still genuine. It isn't often that Perseus is so openly contrite. Aris sighs and runs a hand through messy strawberry-blond locks. Why is it that he can never stay angry at his brother? He actually has a few theories as to why, but can't come up with anything more significant than 'it's Perseus'. The moment soon passes and his brother is back to being as tangible and capricious as the summer sky, gilded eyes brightening as he leans toward Aris with an upbeat, "Wouldn't you consider making new friends a positive?"
"I would consider not sending 'new friends' to the nurse's office a positive." Is the dry response.
Perseus' lips curve with amusement at that, and his smile doesn't fade when Aris recalls the detail he had forgotten to mention earlier. "The gangsters in the parking lot- there was something...wrong about them. Wronger than usual."
"'Wronger' is not a word." Mint blue eyes narrow; Perseus hides his smile behind gloved fingers and continues. "I did notice that. We'll look into it."
Aris wants to protest but finds that he can't- Whatever or whoever had been temporarily heightening the natural violent tendencies of those boys was a clear threat, and Finnian had already been injured as a result of their display. "Who is 'we'?" Is all he can manage, breathed through gritted teeth. It's always one thing after another with Perseus. He can never leave well enough alone. And Aris can't leave him alone. Not any more.
"Why, our friends of course~" Perseus grins, sliding off the counter and removing his card from the door seconds before another teen enters, giving them both a strange look before heading toward one of the stalls.
"You're kidding." One can never tell with him. Both jocular and serious lines are delivered in the same tone. Aris follows him out of the restroom with a, "Perseus."
"I thought we might start with Tsuritsa, if she's recovered by now. Of course our new friends are welcome to join us." His brother finishes with a beatific smile and Aris eyes the back of his head as if he can sever it from his body with sheer force of will alone. Then he remembers that he can and is forced to stop. "This is a terrible idea. All of your ideas are terrible."
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((Okay! Sorry for everyone who is waiting for me, I decided to break my posts up so they're not too long! Classroom escapades are next, but I'll try to hurry them along because all of the action's outside.
A few more clues and such in this post that will start adding up later.))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 8, 2017 1:40:00 GMT -5
((Try not to expect much from me rn...))
Annabelle close the laptop and pulled out her sketchbook. She was almost done with the beginning sketch of her novel. It was a girl holding a sword standing on a mountain, sword held high, face smiling, with a younger girl next to her. The art was kinda chibi-like.
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 9, 2017 2:42:54 GMT -5
Their first class of the day is a rather droll affair, so Aris doesn't feel too guilty when his mind constantly drifts to the events of the morning and those leading up to them. If he's being honest, he'd long suspected that there was something suspicious about the Red Caps- The street gang primarily consisting of teenagers that sprung into existence only a few short days after he'd arrived. He's somewhat cut off from the bulk of his magic at the moment, but even he can feel the little wisps that follow fellow students such as Dennis River and Miley Prescott through the halls- He'd never actually bothered to learn any of the others' names, Dennis and Miley are simply the most prominent threats to him. And he has no doubt that Perseus knows. Which is both good and bad, because what does Perseus even plan to do? The Domovoi have been creeping around and hinting at magic for months. They have numbers and being a freaking enigma on their side. Aris has a nosy nerd. -And possibly said nerd's friends but he refuses to count them-
He glances at his brother, whose auric eyes are bright but slightly unfocused as he too only listens to Mr Holt's droning in-so-much as he comprehends what he's saying. It seems the majority of his attention is dedicated to the notes he's writing without taking his eyes off of the teacher. It must be nice to be blissfully unconcerned by the fact that magic is infiltrating your life once again and oh look the school nurse is a possibly murderous fake.
Perseus must sense his glaring, because he adds a few more scribbles before neatly folding the notebook paper he was using and sliding it onto his brother's desk. Eyes narrowing with suspicion, Aris glances at the teacher before carefully unfolding it and quickly shoving his fist into his mouth to muffle what sounds like a squeaky cough.
His brother is a natural talent at many things. He has beautiful handwriting, can juggle at least three small objects, somehow knows how to effectively pickpocket, and Aris has yet to see him get less than a bullseye in darts. Dexterous though he may be, Perseus is a laughably, painfully terrible artist. The fact that he doesn't seem to realize this makes it even better. Ducking his head to hide wide-eyed mirth, Aris peeks again at what looks like an ink-covered chicken's death throes. There are multiple pictures on the paper, carefully etched out in pen, but he would have no idea what they were supposed to represent if Perseus hadn't included the words 'This is how you look when you try to think. Don't hurt yourself.' And then a misshapen smiley face.
"Pffft."
Unfortunately this gets the attention of Mr Holt, and Aris has to hastily school his expression into one of vague interest whilst trying very hard not to think of his brother's smug grin. And so it continues that Perseus would slide over ugly doodles and Aris would do his best to look unaffected. He's pretty sure that the girls seated behind and beside them have noticed the exchange, however- as Perseus may be skilled at sleight of hand but Aris isn't as capable when it comes to concealing his amusement. Which is proven when he snorts violently at the sight of a drawing that a child would proudly hang on a fridge and accidentally knocks part of his growing portfolio to the floor. He manages to snatch the majority out of the air, but one of the smaller pictures evades his grasp. More than one pair of eyes follow its gentle descent, and Aris feels the need to clarify with a hissed: "I didn't draw that!"
The small scrap of page flutters a bit before landing delicately on the floor between the desks of himself and the blonde. It's also in plain view of those behind him; the placement is obviously some sort of criminal act. Normally Aris would immediately retrieve it and proceed to ignore everyone and everything out of embarrassment. But apparently circumstances are no longer normal, as the piercing shrill of the fire alarm coincides directly with the drawing's landing and Perseus rises from his chair a mere millisecond after. He speaks before the teacher can, voice low and words delivered so quickly they sound like a rhythmic hum.
"They're already here I didn't expect- I need to find Finn and Lark. Keep them safe." And then he's gone, for once actively ignoring the orders of an authority figure as Mr Holt makes a grab for him with a command to stop and leave with everyone else. Perseus might have made some type of excuse, but Aris can't hear him over the cheers of bored students and continued ringing of the fire alarm. For one stunned moment, he simply stares at the classroom door only seeing his brother's fierce grin and slight head-tilt toward the girls who had been privy to their exchange. Then the rest of his words catch up to him and Aris too abruptly rises from his chair, knocking it to the ground with a clatter. "Wait- me?"
He's only barely processed this when the shriek of the fire alarm is mixed with terrified screams.
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((I go from 0 to 100 real quick real quick. But real talk this was supposed to be another lead-up chapter but then I remembered that jump-in roleplays don't work that way. ^^' The abrupt shift in tone is because I started out with the idea that Persi would include Annabelle and Cleo in a game where they circulate funny drawings and try not to get caught. I felt that might drag things on more though, and I saw something that inspired me so I decided to just jump into the action early and explain as I go...
As far as explaining: The Red Caps are attacking. I originally meant for there to be more leading up to this so that it makes more sense but I suppose I can just wing it. -shrug- And just so you know, they're kinda being mind-controlled. Except Dennis & Miley. They're like mid-level bosses. Perseus went off to find Lark & Finnian because the nurse will use this opportunity to lock them in and either take their blood or knock out and kidnap them.
This is where the violence starts, guys! This post sucks and I'm going to sleep~))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 9, 2017 12:56:16 GMT -5
Annabelle had fallen into a doze until the alarm went off, to which she snapped awake, blinked, and shuddered. "Is this a realistic fire drill, or is there a real fire?" she asked the kid in front of her in her French accent, hazel eyes wide. She was panicking internally. She was trying not to cry, as evidenced by her damp eyes.
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 9, 2017 15:02:20 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: As the conversation went silent after that, Lark had ended up pulling out some work for classed, trying to make sure she hadn't missed any homework due that day or not. She hadn't, but it left with nothing else to do, so she was just reviewing things. It wasn't very fun- and dare she say, she would have preferred to be in class instead. At the same time of course, it was a blessing to not have to be in class, but her first period wasn't even that bad...
Lark was putting away her things before being shocked out of the chair she was sitting in. The fire alarms were ringing. Lark disliked the loud noise of the fire alarms and her hands went to cover her ears, flinching to herself as well. Her arm still kinda hurt after all. She turned around to grab her bag, because in an actual fire alarm situation, who would actually leave it? Once she had it on, she looked to the nurse before asking in a rather loud voice to be heard over the bell, "Excuse me, Ms. Lynn, we should be leaving, correct?"
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 10, 2017 4:05:45 GMT -5
Cursing inwardly, Melanie casually moves toward the door and locks it with a soft click, her smile still miraculously in place despite the perceived danger. "I think it's better if you kids stayed with me, you're still injured after all." The girl makes to protest and she shushes her, mind racing as she attempts to come up with some way to subdue them both and retrieve all of the blood samples. Her magic is passive, not really something that can be used offensively, but there should be some way...
Melanie's line of thought is broken by a terrified wail and vicious laughter. Her heart nearly seizes in her chest.
'This isn't part of the plan!'
Still, she projects as much calm as she can spare, wrapping the remainder around her like a protective cloak. 'I can still salvage this.'
"I was informed of a fire drill ahead of time, you two should be excused." Melanie's fingers curl around a needle filled with fluid meant to tranquilize. No matter what happens, she can't return empty handed.
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Mr Holt attempts to organize the students into a neat line according to safety protocol. Keyword being attempt, as not everyone is keen on doing what they're told. Aris is quickly growing impatient with their immaturity, wound so tight with tension and nervous energy that he feels poised to snap at the slightest provocation. Because Perseus- that idiot- never really told him what was going on or why and simply ran off into whatever chaos he was determined to be at the center of. While Perseus is undoubtedly more athletic than he, Aris doesn't think it's in any way conceited of him to believe that he's more suited to unbridled chaos than his idiot twin. It's basically in his magic coding while Perseus is magic coding. What hope does he have against a magically enhanced mob? Which is exactly what is waiting for them outside that door and Aris just wants to go already but-
"Is this a realistic fire drill, or is there a real fire?"
A frightened voice breaks into his mental tirade, and Aris swings toward it with a snarl before processing wide, shimmery hazel eyes. It's the confused brunette from earlier, and now that he actually hears her speak, he can tell that she's the French exchange student that Perseus had been inordinately interested in as well.
'Looks like you're going to meet the welcoming committee after all.'
"Neither." His reply is belated, as he spent at least thirty seconds glowering at her in silence. "Stay with me if you wanna live- Oi, you!" Aris raises his voice to be heard over the clamor of anxious students and distant, echoing screams. Mr Holt freezes in the act of opening the classroom door to let the first students out, brows drawn together in a frown. "Wha-"
"Don't-"
Neither of them manages to finish their sentences, as the door is suddenly flung open with such force that it breaks two hinges and sags awkwardly against the now unconscious man leaning against the wall. Blood dribbles from his nose and forehead, eliciting a few screams from those gathered. A blond teen wearing a scarlet skull cap lumbers in, blood spattered bat resting casually on his broad shoulder. His eyes are tinged red, grin wide and bloodthirsty as he surveys once fellow students with an anticipatory laugh, already celebrating his perceived triumph. More crimson stains the side of his face and drips from the fingers of his right arm. Aris' gaze follows their descent, feeling sick to his stomach. Perseus' Seals begin to flare in some kind of warning as he lifts his chin and steps forward to draw the attention toward him. Like an animal, the blond's eyes immediately track his movement, muscles bunching as he watches his prey with interest. He isn't attacking yet- Which is a bad sign. It means he's still somewhat intelligent despite whatever magic is coursing through him.
'Please work. In moderation.'
Aris shifts into a ready stance as if in preparation to spring, his opponent mirroring him. He makes as if to follow through with the motion but strikes out to kick a desk into the boy's chest instead, wood screeching against the floor and slamming into him with such speed and force that he's sent flying into the hallway. Aris immediately follows after him to ensure he stays down, voice tight when he reiterates a command now meant for all present. "Stay. With. Me."
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Perseus is almost impressed by how quickly havoc becomes an established thing. The second he'd left the classroom, tendrils of malevolent magic clawed at his own and he was greeted by the sight of blood streaked down the hall, as if an injured victim had been dragged away. Who activated the fire alarm? And how long had the Red Caps been hunting before anyone had been aware of their presence? How did they come across such powerful magic in the first place? He's itching to investigate, but the desire is tempered by the necessity of his current goal.
Being a member of Fenton High's track team serves him well when it comes to navigating the school with speed and agility- Pity that both are nothing when compared to the Red Caps' unrelenting stamina. They might not be particularly fast or agile, but they Never Stop, as Perseus is quickly coming to find out. He'd already made an entire lap of the science wing with three in pursuit and is only adding on to their number when he darts past another.
The strain of maintaining Aris' Seals also cuts into his stamina, and his lungs are burning in protest as he takes another corner at a dangerous speed and swings himself into an empty classroom by grabbing onto the doorknob and twisting his body toward the doorway. It slams behind him with a deafening 'bang!', likely drawing more attention to himself than he'd already garnered. 'Perfect.' Perseus stumbles forward on rubbery legs but whirls around to face his pursuers when they tear through the door using improvised weapons. A rake. Baseball bat filled with nails. Lead pipe. And a...tuning fork?
'The tuning fork is the bloodiest, best not to underestimate it.' His thoughts are tinged with amusement even as he backs away from them and hunches his shoulders, breaths coming in soundless heaves. The Red Caps jostle forward with a twisted, eager light in their eyes at the successful cornering of their prey, occasionally snapping at each other like vultures when one or the other gets too close.
"This one's mine! D'you know how long I've been hunting it?!" The girl he recognizes as a former 'computer geek' named Violet complains, brandishing her tuning fork at the other three despite lacking their height. Frankie simply responds with a growl while Olivia and Paul shrink back, still eyeing the fatigued teen with hunger.
Perseus drops into a kneeling position against the wall, attempting to control his breathing as he removes a deck of playing cards from his jacket and begins to shuffle through them, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he considers the queen of hearts before relegating her to the back of the deck. 'I could have sworn this one was non-lethal...'
His inattention is rewarded with the rapid approach of a baseball bat toward the side of his head, and he only just manages to redirect it with a reflexive jerk of his arm. Still, its momentum carries it dangerously close to his nose and results in the jagged nails tearing through leather and skin. Perseus is sent skidding into the corner, still clutching his cards with his unbloodied hand, glasses knocked askew. His smile remains unchanged; injured hand curling into a fist. The sight and smell of blood sends the Red Caps into a frenzy, and they're actively fighting each other now in an effort to reach him first.
'Ah, here we are~'
Perseus slips the three of clubs from his deck and flips it out to face the gangsters, injecting a wisp of magic into the dormant spell just as Frederick lunges toward him with another swing of his bat. Runes sear themselves into the card's surface in a burst of light, blinding his attacker and causing him to crash into the wall at his intended target's side. Violet takes advantage of the opportunity to stab him in the back of the head. She kicks him for good measure and then turns her glare on Perseus, who has since righted himself and retreated to a safer distance despite the dogged advance of Olivia and Paul. They hadn't even blinked when their friend was murdered by one of their own. The enchantment or curse- whatever it is, must be particularly potent.
Violet laughs, an ugly, rasping sound, and makes to join them in stalking Perseus across the room. She's forced to a halt, however, just as her companions' faces begin paling and tingeing blue. Eyes widening with alarm, they begin to scrabble at their throats and choke on air that they aren't receiving. Weapons clatter to the floor as the Red Caps stagger blindly toward Perseus, hands outstretched and fingers curled into claws as if they can steal back the oxygen that his spell is steadily pulling from the room. He idly twirls the glowing card to hasten its effects, neatly evading their grasp with an almost absentminded sidestep. Turning his back on them, Perseus slowly uncurls the fingers of his injured hand and begins to trace runes into the far wall using a combination of his own blood and that of the freshly made corpse, moving with care at the steady build-up of magic in his lacerated fingertips.
The Red Caps succumb to asphyxiation before he completes the enchantment, and he can already feel the approach of more attracted to his beacon. Perseus steps back to briefly admire his handiwork and adjust his glasses before turning to leave the room, tossing the still-luminous card onto Frankie's bloodstained body. "That should take care of the Red Caps nearby, though I suspect there to be more toward the cafeteria..." He'd have to deal with them later, having already wasted several minutes with Finnian and Lark in danger. A necessary detour but one he hoped not to regret. His only consolation is that Lynn has no intention to kill them.
Though a stitch is threatening to return to his side and yet more spells begin a steady drain on his mana, Perseus finds it in him to leave with the same speed upon which he'd entered, hand steady as he fishes his phone out of his pocket.
"Mikki~! Would you mind doing me a favor?"
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((I don't like this post either but it's the best I can manage right now. ^^' And I call myself an action writer too. Tsk.
Hope I didn't do too horrible a job at kind of explaining Persi's magic...I'll have him actually elaborate on it later. To clarify, though- Aris and Melanie are silently freaking out because this is crazy and not okay. Persi is not freaking out because it reminds him of his childhood. Good times.))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 10, 2017 4:06:23 GMT -5
((Aaaa it's so long! I'm sorry. >.<'))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 10, 2017 9:53:07 GMT -5
Annabelle tensed as the door banged open. She took a step back. She was starting to shake. Is this... Is this like that Columbine school shooting I heard about? she thought.
((Before-school brain fart. I apologize.))
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 10, 2017 19:04:04 GMT -5
Finns sister dropped off his inhaler, whacking him upside the head as she scolded him for not being careful and forgetting the *insert naughty word of your choice here* inhaler again. That next time she would not be saving his but and he'd just have to go to the hospital because of an asthma attack. Finnian wasn't worried though, he knew that it was just a bluff. If he forgot his inhaler his sister would always have one, she was much too protective over the young man to let him go and die without her being involved in it- err, to let him die. She was the one who carried around his inhaler, his pair of glasses just in case his contacts somehow fell out and he couldn't get an extra pair, and his spare Epipen just in case there was nut dust or oil on something. All in all the girl mothered Finnian, even though the age difference was barely a year. That's how it had always been, though, even as kids. She was the one to protect Finian and made sure that he was alright, trying to keep him in check and not getting into fights (that didn't turn out well, clearly.), and stuff like that. Finnian loved her for that, as well. She left quickly after that though,leaving the blonde to slowly even out his breathing, the tightness in his chest slowly unraveling as he took the second puff, needing it for once. He really did out do himself this time.
He winced as a shrill noise pierced his ears, making him cover them up in a rather child like fashion at first as he adjusted to the noise. He realized it was a fire drill, and slid off of the exam table he was on, frowning when the nurse locked the door, the first red flag that he saw. Immediately his barriers went up in his mind, fingers twitching nervously, begging to use magic. The only thing he could do without his book were wards, which would be well enough here but he needed to make sure that this situation called for using magic before he went all out.
Finnian didn't like the sight of that needle in her hand, very well aware of the fact that nurses were not supposed to give out injections- unless it was an epipen on the student. It was simple policies so he knew something was up there. Immediately he swore under his breath and grabbed Lark, pulling her to the side before raising his hands up sharply, a thin, almost translucent wall of mint green separating the room into two- one side having the students and the other having him and Lark. He didn't think before he did this, simply thinking that there was something bad going on and he had to deal with it the only way he could- with magic. If this was a normal human he could just wipe their memories later. His careful illusion, hiding his pointed ears and marks that looked like tattoos but were in reality a sign of his magic, was shattered as he focused his energy on keeping the ward up. He pulled it to the back of his mind, sensing the tug on his magic source as he stopped, happy with the wall and looked around, wondering how they could get out.
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Oct 13, 2017 0:18:14 GMT -5
Melanie bit back a swear, holding her hands palms up and spread in a gesture for peace. The needle had been slipped into a strap under her dress- gone but not forgotten. She had bigger problems to settle right now. It would make sense to act startled and awed by Finnian's display of magic, but frankly, she didn't have time. Too busy fearing for her life and all.
"Hey hey," She begins in an even tone. "I understand you're afraid but-" She winces when glass shatters and a woman's scream is abruptly cut off. "We don't know what's out there, but we can make it through if we work together. You two are injured and it sounds like there are a lot of...them. I can cause a distraction and then we can make a break for it. It's only a matter of time before they find us."
The violence had been growing steadily louder. Closer. They were running out of time.
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Predictably, Aris' words and actions didn't go over well with his classmates. The ensuing cacophony of raised voices and stampede of fleeing students matches the unsteady pounding in his head, disorienting him enough to prevent him from evading the powerful swing of his now righted opponent. "Wait-" He extends a hand to catch the arm of one of Perseus' teammates on the track team, but catches the side of a bat instead. With his face.
The force of the blow sends him flying back into the classroom where he plows through a row of desks. Aris comes to a jerky halt at the very last desk, only partly upright in an artless sprawl, mint blue eyes wide with mute shock. He hadn't managed to react in time because he had been preoccupied with staying well within the Seals' limits despite the startling dearth of hostile 'guests'. They usually harass him whenever the opportunity arises, the fact that no one is lobbying for control of his body when under threat of an actual serious opponent is...worrying. But then again, this whole situation is 'worrying' and he really doesn't have time to mull over it.
Aris rises with a grimace, ears ringing and colorless magic still flaring at the sudden almost-breach of its defenses. The blond ignores the others in favor of striding confidently toward his targeted prey. He bleeds heavily from his abdomen, where it's apparent that his ribs have broken. Though the jagged protrusions could be shards of wood from the now destroyed desk as well.
'It's been a while since I've reverted to vandalism.'
Steadying his breathing, Aris carefully circles to the opposite side of the room, leading his opponent away from the French exchange student who appears to have frozen in place. At least she's safe. For now- The majority of their classmates have already fled into even greater danger and Aris isn't at liberty to lend aid when he's attracted his own brand.
'Persi has a plan. He wouldn't have left if he didn't have a plan, right?'
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Persi did indeed have a plan- though he hadn't excepted their particular predicament so soon. Still, he could adapt. And calling backup was part of his split-second revisions.
Kay isn't sure whether or not he's offended by the fact that he's usually Plan B.
He appears in a plume of onyx flame, easily falling into step with the teen as he takes yet another sharp turn and twists away from a hunched Red Cap. Dark brows arch, but Kay forgoes commenting in favor of a soundless sigh. He should be used to this by now. "Yes?"
"The police are approaching, yes? Could you clean up for them? And I suspect that this isn't mere enchantment- If you can confirm this, I'd appreciate a live specimen."
"Those are real people." Kay interrupts, sepia eyes narrowing behind his glasses. "Victims at that. You can't-"
"Were." Perseus corrects brightly, flicking a card from his sleeve and dropping it carelessly behind him. It explodes in a veritable shower of light, electricity crackling outward and searing the walls as it dances among their pursuers. It downs them like a bug zapper does flies, pale light shadowing the boy's smiling features in a way that unsettles his companion. "They were people. That I intend to help." His tone is as upbeat and confident as usual, but Kay can sense his fatigue. And excitement.
"Please?" He tilts his head and widens sharp eyes that are now too golden to be considered human. It takes all of a few minute shifts to make his already handsome features practically angelic. The look has lost its effect -somewhat-, as Kay has been subjected to it for years.
"We will have words." Kay responds coolly, but inclines his head stiffly and slows to a jog. The quandary that is Perseus can wait until after he's secured the safety of innocents caught in the crossfire of whatever magical squabble he's engaged in now.
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((Urgh this post.
Setting that aside- Is Finn an elf? x3 Or are pointed ears and natural tattoos just another facet of his magic?))
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 13, 2017 1:31:13 GMT -5
Annabelle cringed as she heard a scream cut short. She had o idea what to do. She didn't have anything like this in France, aside from the drills. This was the real thing. She decided the best thing to do was to freeze the doorway to keep whoever was outside from getting in.
Her eyes filled with determination as she pressed her weight against the ice. She was no longer shaking as she focused on the task at hand. She knew she was risking getting shot first if they got in, but that would give the other students time to escape through the window.
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