Left Wing

[Lady Warlock]

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Left Wing
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This area includes hallways, lockers, stairwells and exits out of the DWMA which can lead to both the entry staircase and the courtyard. This wing also includes entrances to the library, the cafeteria and the Death Room. Another area of interest within this wing is the vault.

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[JayeTheKat]

Naia Mahiʻai


Location: The Library
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Naia let out an exasperated sigh, looking up from her map for the up-teenth time, only to find herself even more lost. "Why'd he give me this map? I can't even tell what it says..." She muttered to herself, turning the map in a new direction once more as she looked up at signs and doors helplessly. So much for being on time for anything today. Finally growing annoyed, she huffed rather loudly, before stuffing the useless map back into her bag. As far as she could tell, she wasn't even much farther than the entryway. There were other students around, yes, but she didn't want to ask for help. It was always better to solve the problem yourself if you could. With another hopeless sigh, she straightened up, her look hardening, and she started off, in what she assumed was the right direction.


'Go to the Auditorium, he said... Yeah right... Where's that?' She wondered as she drew to another stop in the middle of the hall, blinking at signs and attempting to read them. With another huff, she slipped into a random door, closing it behind her before turning. What she saw, confirmed her location. Books, and shelves or stacked on tables due to others reading. She'd found the library. With a slight smile, she started forward. Though she didn't feel like reading, at least she kind of knew what this place was, which was more than what she had in the hall.


Naia wandered through the library, idly looking at all the different books, before making her way to a table. She set her semi-odd animal skin bag down on said table with a thump. After the bag was opened, she pulled out her Death City map and laid it flat on the table before her, before reaching back into her bag to see if she had packed her translations book. If she couldn't read the English, maybe translating it to her native language would help. With that, she set to work, flipped pages in the book, eyes flicking between the map and her book. Eventually, she realized it wasn't going to work, and she let out a loud frustrated groan.


Her hands flicked up into her hair and she sat down, twirling as strand around for a while, pondering her next move and her options. At this point she was massively late, and had basically skipped her entire first day of classes. All because the man who claimed to be her guardian had left her here without even bothering to show her around first. Her head dropped down onto the table with a loud thud, probably aggravating the librarian. 'I don't mind missing classes, but it would have been nice to meet my classmates or something...' She thought, before gong back to figuring out what to do, to cure the boredom that was now making it's way into her head as she decided to stop thinking about her morning and focus on the now open hours left of the day.


@Arkytior

 

[izayoiix]

The Library

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Ren Ichisayame


After watching Lexie leave the cafeteria, Ren hadn't stayed long. There was no longer anything of interest and he didn't feel like hanging around watching simpletons fling food at each other like a primitive species. So he left. Easy enough.


Not feeling up to any type of lecture that was probably in his schedule, Ren made the easy decision to skip. Not like he didn't do it often enough. Miyako-sensei knew him well enough after all these years. When he wanted to sleep, he slept. When he didn't, he didn't. Not bothering to fight back a yawn as his thoughts made him even sleepier, the raven-haired eighteen year old gently shoved against the doors to the library, one of the quietest places in the DWMA.


Shuffling past the library who gave him a stern yet gentle look, Ren mumbled a greeting, heading straight for his favorite couch only to stop short and narrow his eyes.


His couch.


Someone had taken his couch.


While technically, it wasn't a huge deal, there were plenty of other couches around. But they weren't his couch. The couch he'd been sleeping on for the past six years. He frowned before shuffling forward once more, yawning as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pocket.


"...Hey....Girl..." he called out, his voice low and soft yet rough from tiredness and lack of use. "You're on my couch."


@Cecilia

 

[JayeTheKat]

Naia Mahiʻai


Location: The Library
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Naia blinked, sitting up as a voice called out. Her eyes landed on the source, a boy with black hair who was currently shuffling in her direction. 'His couch?' She pondered for a second, glancing to the soft cushion she'd decided to plant her butt on. Blinking a few more times, her eyes moved back to the boy, and she simply shrugged. "There's still plenty of couch left." She replied, gesturing to the still open space to her right. Her tone was in no way rude, or snarky, just bland and stating the truth as she saw it. She wasn't taking up much room at all, and to prove that, she shifted towards the left end a tad bit more. In all reality, she could get up, but she was quite comfortable right there. Moving more than she already had just seemed like a waste of effort.


Even so, she did lean forward again, folded her useless map and closed her book before she stuffed the items back into her bag, taking out her small weaving loom in the process. Then, she leaned back again, settling her back against the couch and watched the boy for a few more seconds, before her focus drifted to her loom and she began to weave, an action that filled the boredom in her head only slightly, but enough that she was satisfied for the time being. She fell into a slow yet familiar rhythm, completely at peace.


Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Switch colors...


In and out, in and out, in and out...


Despite her concentration and focus on her weaving, she was still aware of the other student, though she didn't really care what he decided to do next. So long as her peace stayed and he didn't become loud and obnoxious, all was fine. From her first glance, she didn't think the boy was that kind of person anyways. Who knows though. At least the library was quite once more, and it was pretty empty.


@Arkytior

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jack and Ella

Location: Library

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Jack entered the library quietly, taking a moment to scan the many, many shelves of books, before ambling to the front desk where the Librarian sat. “I’m looking for books about witches,”


“For class?”


“Yes,” Jack lied. “Just general information and stories for a research paper.”


The librarian nodded and led Jack to a section of the library, pulling out certain books and handing them to him, all the while listing titles. Some of them appeared to be fairy tales and fables which referenced witches. Others were medical textbooks detailing a witch’s physiology and magical powers. He was even handed several Harry Potter books. By the time the librarian was done, most of Jack was hidden behind a large stack of books that took all his strength to lift.


“There are many more, but that should do for a start.”


Nodding his thanks to the librarian, not that the person could see it, Jack stumbled his way to a table and set all the books down in front of him. He let out a sigh of relief as the tombs were released from his hold. Some didn’t seem very useful, but others could be. It wasn’t as if Jack knew that much about witches anyway. The thought that his mother might be a witch like in Harry Potter made him frown in askance. Still…he could see souls, zombies existed, demon weapons existed, the principal at this academy was supposedly a grim reaper…the possibility that his mother might be a witch wasn’t too far-fetched. He didn’t think his father was the sort to lie about that.


It was the reason he had come to DWMA in the first place. That was his real game. To hunt down his mother. And to do that he first needed information. Flicking a die upward, Jack watched it spin for three seconds before catching it in his palm. Two.


A slow start, but not too slow.


Jack picked up a red book titled ‘Memoirs of a Teenage Witch’ and cracked it open. However, before could even begin reading, two hands settled on his shoulders and a voice whispered his ear. “Boo!”


Started, Jack dropped the book and turned to face a giggling Ella, who had already leaned over to peer at his reading choices. “Don’t do that,” he hissed quietly, mindful of the other occupants in the library.


“Witches…what do want to know about witches? I can tell you about witches.”


“Not sure yet. For now, everything I can get my hands on.” Jack answered vaguely. Rolling his eyes, the NOT meister picked up the book and opened it once again. “Do you need something Cuz?”


A wrinkled flier was placed over the pages of ‘Memoirs of a Teenage Witch’. Jack examined paper curiously. It was an advertisement for a concert in Death City, featuring a band he’d never heard before. Walk the Bleeding Moon. He’d already seen several similar fliers in the boys dormitory.


“Go with me Jack. It’ll be so much fun! A great way to start the school year.”


Jack glanced down at the paper thoughtfully. Then he flipped his die. “Six is a definite yes. One is a definite no. Everything in between is a maybe.”


Catching the die in his palm, Jack revealed the number.


[dice]20929[/dice]


“No.”


“C’mon, Jaaack. That’s so laaaame. How can you let a die decide what you do? It makes no sense!”


“My die is not lame.”


“Pleeease.”


“No.”


Tears. The same tears that got him in trouble with his Uncle every time they appeared in his presence. Jack gulped.


“...I’ll tell Daddy you’re skipping class to read in the library.”


“…Fine. I’ll re-roll.” Jack winced when Ella squealed happily, the hands that had previously been on his shoulders moved so that her arms encased his upper torso in a slightly too tight hug. He caught a break since first years at DWMA were required to live in the school dormitories. It meant a year of freedom from his Uncle’s watchful gaze. A year to prove to his uncle that he’d acquired the proper discipline necessary to become a proper “man”. If his Uncle were to find out he’d skipped math class because of his die, there was no telling what the zombie would do. Worst case scenario, his Uncle would take his die away for a period of time. It had been done before. A week without his die. Now that was torture. “But if I do go to the concert, I’m bringing Kalin with me. This isn’t a date.”


His Uncle would kill him.


“Of course it’s not,” Ella said dismissively. “You’re not my type.” Jack’s cousin tilted her head. “Who’s Kalin?”


“My new partner. He matched my die first try.”


“Seriously!? The cute boy I saw with you yesterday in the training field?”


Jack nodded, somewhat disturbed at the thought of Ella watching him while he was unaware.


Ella's eyes twinkled. “Introduce me! I want to meet him~”


Jack was about to reply, but the cousins were soon reprimanded by the Librarian who finally had enough with their raised voices. Grimacing, Jack closed his book. It look like he would have to find another time to read.


(@Deadeyelee)

 

[Sergeant Sass]

Post takes Place on the Day of the Concert


Alexander “Xander” Traynor

‘Blood. Hatred. Violence. Screams. Family. Honor.’ The words seeped on and on, spilling from the cell and filling the halls with madness through language that would not and could not express anything less than an absolute evil. Xander could hear it as he wove his way down into the DWMA’s dungeons and it almost brought pause even to him. It was not what he had expected although once he considered, he supposed allowing one to spoil within these confines could bring such a thing. ‘My blood flows with the blood of my children.’


Standing where he was, Xander almost felt his own body tighten and tense. Hearing it again, hearing those words specifically, brought an excitement to the boy, an excitement the likes of which he had never felt before because this was a place he never thought he would be. It was a right he never realized he would earn. The words got his own blood pumping faster because the words spoke of him and he knew that well. Xander would live up to his father’s legend. No. He would surpass all of it.


Walking deeper into the halls, the madness only thickened. T’was the madness of rage, the madness of fury, a madness that lived in everyone just as all madness would. Madness dwelled even within the boy, even within every student who crossed into the academy walls. The very thing they fought against and it could consume them all if they weren’t careful enough.

“Father.”


Xander’s eyes entered the cell that seemed to be streaming red, fury steaming from the insides like smoke and blurring everything inside. Yet still the boy’s eyes alone could see him. The met the burning fury in the eyes of the man inside and within that gaze, there was yet some recognition. “Boy.”


At that title, at that address, Xander’s eyes filled with anger. It wasn’t ‘son’, it wasn’t ‘Xander’, it wasn’t even ‘Alexander’. All he got was…


“BOY!?” Xander spat back the name, ten times louder, ten times harder, ten times stronger than it had originally been spoken. Red smoke and steam seeped into his skin as he took in the madness, turning it into part of him as it melded with the power in Xander’s blood - power that he had never earned and power that still demanded a task be done.


A thrum pounded in the boy’s veins, a reminder. His eyes tore themselves away from the sight of his father - Axel Traynor - and his gaze drifted around the things around him. Across the hall laid a box entirely painted in black with the image of a ghost on top. ‘Odd… but not what I need.’ His eyes moved on.


‘A file cabinet…? Promising…’ The boy walked over to it, pulling open each drawer as his rage flooded eyes scanned the contents, searching for anything that spoke to him as being his target - his goal - his aim.

The Book of Eibon - Records

Snatching that file, Xander’s attention returned to the man in the cell - the man who by all rights was his father. “Unleash your fury, Father. That is what I need now,” Xander spoke, his voice flooded with his own rage. “Once I free you, you are mine. My weapon… the sword which will deliver my vengeance. Only a weapon with madness such as yours will suffice. And we’ll flood her with that rage… she will join us.”


A flicker of a head seemed to gesture towards the box. “Unleash the wall of specters. They’ll consume while we destroy. Nothing less for you, son.”


Wall of white it be unleashed


Full of fury, ready to feast


Spread to the city, take to the sky


O’er buildings - no, gone - they’ll all fly


Edolas unite with heaven and hell


Death, consumption, composition, well…


What else can you expect at madness rage


Loose them all from your mind’s cage.


Freed is madness demon sword


Red smoke follows trailing hoard


Ghosts, specters, poltergeists


Filling your dreams to the brim with frights.

 

[Deadeyelee]

Felix

The young O'Fleur took a bit of silent pleasure in the fact that his target had his nose buried in a book. Honestly it was one of the best possible uses of one's time, aside from climbing to new heights, or honing one's combat skills. He took another, measured sip, before striding over, and pulling out a chair across the table from him, sitting with one leg across his knee. Prim and Proper. He takes a deep breath. 'Nice and easy. Say the words. They aren't weird words. Just... say them.' He instead takes another sip of tea, and pretends to be deep in thought. 'Felix, you're being rediculous. It's not like you're asking him on a date or something. Well, technically it is a date. Just with more violence. And less romance. Alright, let's do this tactically and tactfully.'


"How are you doing Jayce? Been doing anything since classes were canceled? Aside from reading, which is a grand hobby. Might I inquire what you're reading?" He sets down his cup of tea, satisfied. It was succinct, to the point, and would get the conversation going in the way he desired it to. Still, it left a little to be desired, and he still felt strangely uncomfortable.


@DaughterofAthena

 

[Lady Warlock]

Jayce Hammerkin

Though Jayce heard the not so silent sound of the chair sliding out at the seat across from him. However, that didn’t mean he picked his head up out of the book right away. In fact, his head remained down for a few moments longer as he took the time to actually finish the page he was reading.


Since he hadn’t been paying much attention, anyone could’ve been sitting across from him and it still would have surprised him. Seeing Felix, though, was a pleasant surprise whereas a few other individuals would not have been the case. Jayce allowed a soft smile to touch his expression.


“I’d like to think I’m doing alright. I guess so far it feels that way…” He glanced down at the book still in his hand, one finger still holding the page he was reading. “I’ve been wanting to find time to read this series for quite a while now, actually. I figured with classes cancelled, I don’t have much else to do.” He shrugged. In the simplicity of his answer, Jayce implied that he had been reading all morning, which was the reality of the situation. He was perfectly fine with it, so he didn’t complain at all.


“It’s… it’s called Artemis Fowl.”


As much as he wanted to, Jayce couldn’t really bring himself to explain much more about the book than that. It had been the book Kyrstan had been in the middle of reading and never got to finish before the incident and it had taken Jayce quite a while before he could even bring himself to open its pages. Now he was actually reading it, though. It was a good feeling for him to have.


@Deadeyelee

 

[Deadeyelee]

Felix

Ah. Artemis Fowl. Different language, different cover. That's why he didn't instantly recognize it. "That's the story about the Irish criminal master mind, right?" A slow, not so subtle grin crawls across the boy's face as he takes a sip of tea. "He's alright, but I'm not the type to have a butler harrying after me." Felix liked to imagine he could take the fictional character in a game of chess. Then again, he felt like he could take just about anyone in chess. When it came to such matters, he refused to believe he could be topped. "Have you ever been to a proper manor or estate? Like the one in there?" He nods toward the book, before realizing that this could come off horribly rotten. "I-I mean there's a mission on the board at this old historic estate, and I was wondering if you'd be up for it. It's ok if you're not. I understand." Well, he didn't understand, but he knew that's what he was supposed to say. And he liked Jayce, found him to be one of the more agreeable people on campus, and wasn't about to step on his toes.

 

[Lady Warlock]

Jayce Hammerkin

Jayce nodded vaguely as Felix implied that he had heard of the story before by giving an apt, albeit brief, description of the main character. He didn’t see any reason to answer the “right?” part of the statement because the nod, at least in his mind, was more than sufficient. Jayce did give pause, though, when Felix added the statement that Artemis was alright and then he chuckled just a bit.


“I’m not really one to have a butler either, but I don’t think that demotes Artemis’s character at all either,” he replied, the smile on his face adding that he was only half serious about his correction on Felix’s statement.


At Felix’s following question, Jayce’s smile grew really bright for a moment before he found himself looking all around him as he hoped that there wasn’t any student around who would come and try to prevent him from having the joyous moment of potentially having made a friend. There were quite a few older students who he would not doubt would do that had they been in the library at that moment. However, it seemed that none of them were around to which he let out a subtle sigh of relief.


“Yeah, I’d be up for that,” he answered simply before he slipped a bookmark between the pages of the book. “I’d much rather be of use than be reading a book; I just wasn’t sure I had a partner. If you’re up for working with me, though, it sounds like a great plan.” He did his best not to seem overly excited although he was glad at the idea of going on a mission. He just didn’t want to do anything that might suggest to Felix that he wasn’t the best partner available at the moment.


@Deadeyelee