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“Sir, there have been reports, so to speak, of movement in the underworld.” The woman spoke slowly, measuring her words. “The spirits are afraid, sir.”
“What are they saying?”
“He’s not dead.”
“Impossible, I killed him myself.”
“Sir, they’ve seen him. He’s not dead. Do we alert the camps?”
“No. We don’t alert anyone. Not even the ascendants. They’re not ready for something like this.”
“Then what do we do?”
“We beg for all the power of our parents and we gather the other legends and we fight this war ourselves.”
It had been almost a month since the headmaster and the staff had disappeared from the school. They left the ascendants and a couple of instructors in charge, but honestly that was more than likely a mistake.
START DATE: saturday october 27, 2018 | 7:00 pm
EVENTS: halloween party | 9:00 pm
GOALS: establish characters and the threat
“What are they saying?”
“He’s not dead.”
“Impossible, I killed him myself.”
“Sir, they’ve seen him. He’s not dead. Do we alert the camps?”
“No. We don’t alert anyone. Not even the ascendants. They’re not ready for something like this.”
“Then what do we do?”
“We beg for all the power of our parents and we gather the other legends and we fight this war ourselves.”
It had been almost a month since the headmaster and the staff had disappeared from the school. They left the ascendants and a couple of instructors in charge, but honestly that was more than likely a mistake.
START DATE: saturday october 27, 2018 | 7:00 pm
EVENTS: halloween party | 9:00 pm
GOALS: establish characters and the threat
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[div class=tab1]Lee
[div class=tab2]Q[/div][div
class="tabsContent tabsContent1"][div class=container][div class=textbox]Trees were blocking half the view out of Kyu-won's dorm room, but he could tell the sun was hanging low by the color of the sky. The clouds mimicked the soft, airy swirls of cotton candy with tones ranging from orange to pink. Purple was beginning to emerge on the uppermost zenith, blending into the warm strawberry like a watercolor painting. It was an overall beautiful sight and one of the reasons the male actually liked about Hindeston Academy.
Staring out passed the rustling branches, Kyu-won could make out the faint silhouettes of birds migrating further north. It was hard to tell whether they were real or not, considering where exactly he was. The barrier around the institute prevented anyone or anything foreign from entering, but every now and then wild animals managed to get in. Why they could was beyond his knowledge. He only knew outsiders could never make it passed the enchantment, especially since the location probably looked like wilderness to everyone else outside Hindeston.
Kyu-won let out a deep yawn, ungloved hand covering his mouth. His eyes became watery for a split second so he simply blinked a few times to get rid of the tiredness. It was common knowledge around the institute that the male was often tired and constantly napped. Many new faces tended to be curious about the guy who slept in the same window seat in the library or outside on the warm grass. At the same time, however, they were also warned to stay away from him during those times since naps were his only way to rest.
What made things even more interesting was that he was an ascendant. That often baffled others aiming for top ten and Kyu-won tended to receive bad gazes due to his position. Those people really didn’t understand him, however. Along with an exceptional photographic memory and being a quick learner, he was skilled in hand-to-hand combat and wielding blades. He was also a master of going undetected.
People often asked why someone with mediocre powers made it so high, but they’d honestly never seen him at his full potential and few people have actually seen him use his powers on offense, like form weapons and bolts out of photons. A better question was what reason was there to rely on pure power when you didn't need to? Kyu-won certainly didn't see the point.
A light knock brought Kyu-won out of his daze, head turning slowly towards his dorm's door. As he turned, he caught a whiff of the sweet, earthy incense he had set to burn a few minutes ago. It tickled his nose--pleasantly and annoyingly--and he almost sneezed, but he managed to sneak in a "Yeah?" before actually letting one out.
"Oh, hey." The male said as he stood up, body moving as elegantly as a gentle wave. He walked over, strides smooth as if he were gliding across the floor, and peered down at the shorter person. "Are you ready?" He asked, eyes still somewhat tired and dewy. [/div][/div][/div][div
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Date: Saturday, October 27th
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Location: Dorm
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Interacting: Juliet (
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aaaaaaaanastasia
mood: 'why am i just cute'
parent: chloris
wearing: x
location: her room
tags: angel, noah
mood: 'why am i just cute'
parent: chloris
wearing: x
location: her room
tags: angel, noah
anastasia smoothed down her curled hair and slid on the finishing touch of her costume, a glittering tiara, then stepped back to critically examine her reflection in the mirror. she was sporting what had been marketed as a 'sexy glinda costume'. annie did not feel sexy. in fact, she looked exactly like what she was: a girl who was pretending to feel sexy to feel powerful, but who actually wished she'd just bought a regular costume. anyway, what made white stockings so sexy? white stockings were a staple of her wardrobe! still, if, for just one night, she could be a girl who turned heads (and one head in particular), it'd be worth it. and maybe, she did look sexy after all.
just as quickly as annie had come to this decision, she backtracked the moment she turned around and saw her sister slicking on red lipstick in the other mirror. her spirits sunk even lower as angelica whirled around to face her, beaming in that bright, air headed way that suited angel but not the costume.
"what do you think?"
"you don't look like yourself, angel. not at all." annie replied doubtfully, as she looked the girl up and down. god, she didn't look like the angel annie pictured when somebody said the name, but there was no denying it-- she looked amazing. admittedly, the costume had perhaps been sized for a person with a slightly smaller chest and probably a smaller backside too, but somehow, that fact made it work even more in angelica's favour.
"isn't it wonderful? it couldn't be more wonderful." with that statement, angel smiled again and set about fastening her stilettos. by some miracle, she seemed perfectly at ease in her daring attire, something that annie was attributing to whatever she'd poured into her lemonade while doing her makeup when she thought her sister hadn't been looking. annie had seen, though. really, after nineteen years together she'd have expected angel to know that she noticed anything, although in angel's defense, the girl was notoriously dimwitted. a regular bimbo, as their father had so often reminded them both. it wasn't angel's fault that she had bright eyes, a winning smile, and legs that went all the way up, but their father had always deemed it a punishable offence.
and, by the same token, anastasia had been labelled 'fortunately plain'.
that wasn't true, or so she'd been assured, and yet still as annie watched her sister busying herself with the straps of her heels, she couldn't help but feel a little glimmer of jealousy. if what their father had said was true, all the glitter in the world couldn't make annie as striking as angel.
with a shake of her head, annie brushed those negative thoughts away and plastered a smile back onto her face. halloween was one of her most favourite holidays, and halloween parties were, in her opinion, the best parties of all: there was something so magical about fancy dress, and the child in her found the treat-sized candy bars she associated with trick or treating so much more satisfying than the regular sort. yes! it'd be a great night: she'd wear her lovely costume, and dance with her lovely friends, and maybe she'd see that one lovely person, too. but that wasn't too important, surely.
almost as if the thought had summoned something, there was a knock at the door.
"oh, could you be a darling and get that? i've just got to put my little collar thingy on."
"sure, angie," annie replied with a mirrored smile, teetering over to the door of their room. the room itself was a bit of a state, covered in pairs of tights that angel had despairingly discarded when discovering ladders in them and countless makeup containers, but annie figured that if she stood in the doorway she could conceal most of the chaos. of course, when she pulled the door open and locked eyes with their visitor, all thoughts of the room went out of the window. "oh. oh, that's... unexpected." for a moment annie felt exactly like a deer caught in headlights and then, as colour rushed to her cheeks, she quickly set about correcting her behaviour. "sorry, i just wasn't expecting you, i was going to wait until the party to find you... i like your costume, but... are you, let me guess.... a tired rich man?" with a giddy little laugh, she reached up and tapped noah on the head with her wand. "okay, now it's your turn, guess what i am. you can have a hint if you really need to, but you're so clever, i doubt you'll--"
"is that noah?" angel's voice cut through and shattered annie's excited rambling. suddenly she was at her sister's side and annie, confused, was nudged slightly to one side. "hi! oh, you look perfect. i knew you'd be the greatest costume partner."
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just as quickly as annie had come to this decision, she backtracked the moment she turned around and saw her sister slicking on red lipstick in the other mirror. her spirits sunk even lower as angelica whirled around to face her, beaming in that bright, air headed way that suited angel but not the costume.
"what do you think?"
"you don't look like yourself, angel. not at all." annie replied doubtfully, as she looked the girl up and down. god, she didn't look like the angel annie pictured when somebody said the name, but there was no denying it-- she looked amazing. admittedly, the costume had perhaps been sized for a person with a slightly smaller chest and probably a smaller backside too, but somehow, that fact made it work even more in angelica's favour.
"isn't it wonderful? it couldn't be more wonderful." with that statement, angel smiled again and set about fastening her stilettos. by some miracle, she seemed perfectly at ease in her daring attire, something that annie was attributing to whatever she'd poured into her lemonade while doing her makeup when she thought her sister hadn't been looking. annie had seen, though. really, after nineteen years together she'd have expected angel to know that she noticed anything, although in angel's defense, the girl was notoriously dimwitted. a regular bimbo, as their father had so often reminded them both. it wasn't angel's fault that she had bright eyes, a winning smile, and legs that went all the way up, but their father had always deemed it a punishable offence.
and, by the same token, anastasia had been labelled 'fortunately plain'.
that wasn't true, or so she'd been assured, and yet still as annie watched her sister busying herself with the straps of her heels, she couldn't help but feel a little glimmer of jealousy. if what their father had said was true, all the glitter in the world couldn't make annie as striking as angel.
with a shake of her head, annie brushed those negative thoughts away and plastered a smile back onto her face. halloween was one of her most favourite holidays, and halloween parties were, in her opinion, the best parties of all: there was something so magical about fancy dress, and the child in her found the treat-sized candy bars she associated with trick or treating so much more satisfying than the regular sort. yes! it'd be a great night: she'd wear her lovely costume, and dance with her lovely friends, and maybe she'd see that one lovely person, too. but that wasn't too important, surely.
almost as if the thought had summoned something, there was a knock at the door.
"oh, could you be a darling and get that? i've just got to put my little collar thingy on."
"sure, angie," annie replied with a mirrored smile, teetering over to the door of their room. the room itself was a bit of a state, covered in pairs of tights that angel had despairingly discarded when discovering ladders in them and countless makeup containers, but annie figured that if she stood in the doorway she could conceal most of the chaos. of course, when she pulled the door open and locked eyes with their visitor, all thoughts of the room went out of the window. "oh. oh, that's... unexpected." for a moment annie felt exactly like a deer caught in headlights and then, as colour rushed to her cheeks, she quickly set about correcting her behaviour. "sorry, i just wasn't expecting you, i was going to wait until the party to find you... i like your costume, but... are you, let me guess.... a tired rich man?" with a giddy little laugh, she reached up and tapped noah on the head with her wand. "okay, now it's your turn, guess what i am. you can have a hint if you really need to, but you're so clever, i doubt you'll--"
"is that noah?" angel's voice cut through and shattered annie's excited rambling. suddenly she was at her sister's side and annie, confused, was nudged slightly to one side. "hi! oh, you look perfect. i knew you'd be the greatest costume partner."
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[div class=box][div class=boxscroll1][div class=boxscroll2]Lovewell was never particularly interested in the trick or treating part of Halloween. She was far more interested in the trickery. What else was new? She loved causing mischief. Scaring folks. Picking fights and never getting in trouble for it.
Seemed fitting that her costume was a devil. Not that the real devils looked like that. She had always assumed Hades was hot. She had to laugh at the thought of her parents sing her now. They would write her out of the will, for sure.
Homesickness was not something she felt. Not when she first left, not when she found out her lineage, not when she got to the school. There was something about being free that made her forget all about her life before. Sixteen and wild, she found a certain belonging at Hindeston. Something she'd never felt before.
She also found Davion. The power couple of the ascendants. They were as feared as they were envied. She smiled at the thought, painting her lips red and fluffing her hair in the mirror. He was a whole ass mans, and she had snatched him.
Maybe there was some good in her after all.
The girl's fingers slid across her phone's keyboard easily. "hurry up, angel, i want a piggy back ride to the party."
Seemed fitting that her costume was a devil. Not that the real devils looked like that. She had always assumed Hades was hot. She had to laugh at the thought of her parents sing her now. They would write her out of the will, for sure.
Homesickness was not something she felt. Not when she first left, not when she found out her lineage, not when she got to the school. There was something about being free that made her forget all about her life before. Sixteen and wild, she found a certain belonging at Hindeston. Something she'd never felt before.
She also found Davion. The power couple of the ascendants. They were as feared as they were envied. She smiled at the thought, painting her lips red and fluffing her hair in the mirror. He was a whole ass mans, and she had snatched him.
Maybe there was some good in her after all.
The girl's fingers slid across her phone's keyboard easily. "hurry up, angel, i want a piggy back ride to the party."
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JULIET KOKINOS
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[div class=tab2]Junhavat[/div][div
class="tabsContent tabsContent1"][div class=container][div class=textbox]"Uh, yeah. Can you move that over there?" Niran asked, his mouth working on the same string of licorice for the last fifteen minutes. For some reason, the 25 year old instructor volunteered to help decorate the place for the Halloween party. He'd asked why the headmaster didn't just use some wanky magic to get everything set up in an instant, but the answer was always the same. 'We need some normalcy', the head would say each year, minus this one of course since he'd been missing for a few weeks now, along with some other friends of Niran's.
What the hell was going on anyways?
Sighing, the Thai man watched as Timmy the Toddler moved the decorative web tree across the room. Timmy, unfortunately, was blessed with bad luck and was entirely too clumsy for his own good (hence the nickname). Niran often found himself being toughest on the poor guy, even when he didn't really deserve it. It was how he showed affection towards the students though since someone had to play bad cop around the academy, especially with the rising tensions. "Yeah, never mind. You can move that back. Thanks, Tim." Niran said with the wave of his hand, still chewing on candy.
He let out a loud yawn as his legs stretched out on a chair. Lazily scanning the room, he noted how some people were already dressed in their costumes like him. Of course, his looked relatively plain since he was only wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and some black jeans. The lack of pizazz was due to the fact that the actual costume part was laying on the floor next to him. It was a simple silver bag with a metallic sheen, carved to look like that of a toaster. People basically pressed down on the button and a slip of paper with some kind of roasting quote would pop out.
A fitting costume if someone were to ask him.
Another yawn escaped his naturally mauve-tinted lips as he continued to look around. The gym was more or less decorated with realistic spider waves dangling down the walls as if they'd been there for ever. The lights flickered on and off a few times in order to test the colored orbs they'd put in place, inviting a sense of eeriness that tickled Niran's stomach. If not for the fact that he was a demigod, he would've said the place was kind of scary--if the fake graves were ignored, that is.
“If you’re gonna laze around and let us do all the work you could at least not eat all the food,” came a familiar, feminine voice.
Niran looked up from his seat, mouth wrapped around a fresh piece of licorice. He pulled the candy away with a loud snap and masticated on it almost mockingly. The right side of is face lifted slightly as he raised his eyebrow, feigning innocence at the accusation. "I've done no such thing."
Within a one swift movement, Niran was standing and facing the young woman. He copied her stance and crossed his own arms around his chest, the corners of his lip curling upwards into an almost taunting smirk. His eyes scanned Belle from head to toe, and he tilted his head in recognition. "Never saw you as a gamer. The more you know." He said, enunciating the last part of his sentence carefully.
"How are your other classes going?" The male placed his hands on the candy table and leaned back against it, one knee bent slightly to keep from falling. People tended to assume Niran wasn't the type to get involved in the well-being of his students, especially the newer and inexperienced ones. That was far from the truth, however. While he came off as crude in class, he was much more approachable and understanding outside of it. The tough regime and treatment was really just to whip them all into shape and show them not everyone will be nice. Some of the more insightful students could see that. Others? Not so much.
"Are they going as bad as mine?" He joked, knowing full well that Belle was one of the top students at the academy.[/div][/div][/div][div
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Outfit: Toaster
Date: Saturday, October 27th
Time: --
Location: Event Location
Mentions: --
Interacting: Belle
Maree
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class="tabsContent tabsContent1"][div class=container][div class=textbox]He was still looking down at Juliet, even though he wasn't that much taller than her. Tilting his head slightly, his light blue hair followed the momentum and swished to the right. The male's eyes scanned his best friends attire with a small sense of appreciation, a smirk playing at his lips as if he had something witty to say. Instead, however, he simply nodded in approval. Juliet was pretty in everything she wore, even though he was well aware of her lack in confidence.
"You look great," he stated, stuffing a lollipop into his mouth while a hand slipped into his pocket. There was a faint pulsating warmth in his chest that he waved off as he assessed his own attire. Unlike Juliet's fantasy elegance, he chose a more traditional "spooky" costume. His black fedora fit a bit too tightly and he had a pair of sunglasses hanging from his collar for later. Q's outfit overall was rather simple and no one would really know who he was until he used his abilities, which was the overall point since he was supposed to be the Invisible Man.
A quiet laugh escaped his lips as he listened to Juliet speak. "When do I ever rush? You just have short legs." He followed after her, propping the door open himself until Juliet was completely out.
"I found a new book, by the way, it's really interesting. I'm almost finished with it so you should read it whenever you have time"
"Oh? That's perfect timing. I was debating on rereading Agatha Christie's series if I couldn't find anything soon." Q stated, noticing Juliet lagging behind him. Pausing, he knelt down as if he were going to tie his shoe laces but remembered he didn't have any. Playing it cool, however, he folded his pant legs to his ankles and stood when the female was finally by his side.
This time, instead of walking ahead aimlessly, he minded his own steps. The unconscious part of him even placed a hand gently on the curve of Juliet's lower back, as if to lead her and prevent her from falling. Q also noticed a few eyes staring at the pair, though he was certain the eyes were mostly ogling the elf. Something must've been on his face though because they quickly averted their attention when he looked their way. That was something that happened a lot in all honesty.
People, he sighed internally as the pair finally made it outside. [/div][/div][/div][div
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Outfit: Invisible Man, no jacket, not invisible
Date: Saturday, October 27th
Time: --
Location: Outside the dorm
Mentions: --
Interacting: Juliet (
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