Fantasy ; 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘.

[birth of venus]

OUR LADY WOLLSTONECRAFT ACADEMY.

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[birth of venus]

WSC

CH. 1: SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE.

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A new semester at Our Lady Wollstonecraft Academy has begun, but something is amiss.

The typical motions of the beginning of a new school year had gone underway, curious to those unused to the strange happenings at the university, and completely normal for others. Once again, the looming iron wrought gates creaked open to welcome its consorts. Students from all corners of the world were chewed up and spat out through wormholes after following the increasingly confusing instructions of the brochure sent to them, and dropped into a deep fog that emerged at the very entrance of the school. The cobblestone path was well worn from the trek each year, returning and new folks making their way across campus to the dormitories for move in week. Around campus, banners painted with the words 'WELCOME BACK DELICIOUS STUDENTS!' and streamers decorated the entrances of buildings, and even now, a month into the school year, some of those decorations remain as a reminder of the festivities.

As said before, Wollstonecraft is no ordinary school. The academy does not have a physical location. It appears where it’s needed and vanishes into the night like a particularly flighty chaotic neutral eldritch fairy godmother: It's location and existence are constantly in flux, and that includes its time period as well. And yet, whatever magical glamour that creates the school's barrier and protects it from the outside world, somehow seems to be fading. Around campus as the semester commences, students are warned that they may see peculiar happenings, such as the constant movement of classroom locations, doors unable to be opened, wailing from the spires and watchtowers. The magic holding everything up isn't failing per se, but something seems...off.

A head of dark curls moves throughout the forest, pulled towards something they do not understand. Wherever they are, the glamour shielding something that should stay hidden is failing to do its job, and a vexing siren's song curls its hands around the throat of a human, urging them forward. Curious hands touch the barrier deep in the forest. Fingertips trace the odd shapes blocking them out before dipping in, and a line is crossed. The all seeing eye narrows.

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[birth of venus]

jude rivera-carvajal.

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Jude's semester wasn't off to a great start, if she was being totally honest.

She had flunked her first semester exactly a year ago. The girl had been invited to campus last fall after receiving her brochure, and the combination of grief, lack of motivation, and untreated anger management issues, all spitballed into her failing her first classes and deciding to live in Blackcreek for the rest of the year. It was too much all at once for her. She lashed out at others, talked back to her teachers, and lit the library on fire. Twice. Problem students were very, very normal in an institution such as Wollstonecraft, but it was clear she needed an adjustment period. Simply put, Jude hadn't been around people in a long time. The first step was admitting that she needed help. Jude would literally rather pull out one of her own teeth than admit that. And so, baby steps.

It didn't take long for her to fall in love with the place. It was hard not to - on campus, and in Blackcreek, the need to hide was gone. As long as she kept her abilities in check, Jude could live freely without fear, and it was like the warmth of sun on her skin after a long month of rain. That newfound freedom and trust was the first of many building blocks that helped convince Jude to re-enroll for her first semester. Sure, she wasn't the shining example of perfect behavior, but it was clear that the girl needed direction in life that wasn't a path to self destruction. If it didn't work out, hey, at least she could say she gave it the good ol' college try.

It was going well, by her standards. So far, she had only gotten in two fights, and she hadn't even started either of them! Exemplarary behavior if you asked her. The videos were already viral, mainly because her fights were just a damn sight to behold. Fuck could she fight, and both times, her opponent was left laid out on the school's front lawn. Since she had been defending herself (and Jude happily "defended herself" with a bloody smile and an adrenaline rush), the disciplinary actions weren't serious. Not only that, but Jude was never an A+ student, she liked to cruise on by and keep people's expectations of her manageable. But she was passing everything just fine. The semester went off without a hitch after spending a few months in Blackcreek and acclimating, and now the girl was crazy with some kind of cabin fever. Her fingers itched to do something fun.

The planning for the party was surprisingly easy. With so many eager hands to help her, Jude was already well stocked on alcohol and spirits, some cheesy Halloween decorations, and tons of snacks for all different kinds of appetites. She even found the perfect place: in Blackcreek, the redhead had discovered an abandoned building, with an entrance to a dungeon deep below the Earth. It was destiny.

"God, this school spoils me."

The Cherufe mumbled under her breath. Currently, Jude was on the outskirts of the outdoor dining area of the cafeteria. She leaned back against the brick wall with her phone in one hand, answering texts inquiring about her party with a leisurely pace. Her lunch had been devoured quickly, and she was left chewing on the bone of a raw steak, canines grinding it into splinters.

come here

dominic fike

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[erzulie]

Omiṣàndé.

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For the majority of her life, the open ocean had been the only place that she would have called home. There was a human saying, one of home and hearts that she had learned during her time on land. Omiṣàndé’s heart had been torn out and for a time, home didn’t feel as it once did. She had been lost, haunted by memories and dreams of what happened and what could have been.

Omiṣàndé had never been a creature who ran away in the face of enemies. With weapon drawn and teeth bared, she attacked with all the ferocity of the mighty warrior that she was. But how could she attack when the enemy she faced was in her head. Her shame and guilt were not physical, she could not get rid of them with a strike of her trident. And so she ran, left behind the place that reminded her of her. There were no memories of her at Wollstonecraft, nothing that would force her to the front of Omiṣàndé’s mind. She had been intent on pretending during her first year. For all of her aggression, the young siren hadn’t planned on focusing on what had happened, instead she wanted to honor and move on as quickly as she could. Life rarely worked in a way that those who lived wanted.

Omiṣàndé could remember how she had kept those emotions buried deep within her, it took only a small amount of pressure for her to snap. Her behavior had gotten her sent to the water and it was there that she was forced to confront her emotions. She could remember the look on her mother’s face as she broke. Omiṣàndé felt safe within her big arms, feeling like a young one all over again. It was there that she realized that the water would forever be her home, how she had forgotten the healing properties of it. Omiṣàndé had rebuilt herself anew. Time had flown by without her permission, as time often did. There was still an ache, a hole left by her beloved sister. Now she looked back on their time together fondly, rather than not looking back at all.

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A new semester at Wollstonecraft had creeped up on her, gently reminding her of how much she missed the place known as her second home. The school had come alive as students both new and old stepped entered, nervous and excited energy filling the air with something magical. Already there was talk of a party to celebrate the school year, a secret gathering hosted by a friend of hers. Jude was someone that Omiṣàndé admired, they often shared the same taste in fun, meaning that the siren would definitely be showing up.

Omiṣàndé grinned as she took a large bite of the meat in front of her, raw and dripping, it took only a few bites from her teeth to reduce it to ribbons. She stared at her phone, a device that had taken some time for her to use properly, scrolling aimlessly on the school’s social network.

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[First Rose]

Grave

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If there was anything in life- or afterlife- that Grave sought more than anything else, it was to have a good time. Not to obtain an education, not to become popular, no, Grave was not at all determined to become the best, or even successful in the slightest bit. Rather, he merely yearned to make life as interesting and thrilling as he possibly could, with no care in the world for any other regards. Though unfortunately, that meant the under-average heighted psychotic gremlin held just about the most obnoxious and dastardly reputation in Wollstonecraft. So, one could say he found success in something.

With having been here for but-- a semester? Grave was an individual who lied on just about everyone’s ‘keep caution’ list. He wasn’t the school’s total asshat, though he wasn’t the pushover either, and if put aside a handful of the worst students, he could feasibly be found as the lesser of two evils. A lesser evil that acted as sane as the next rabid dog, but one nonetheless. Though as hard as it was for everyone to fit around the utterly demented male, it was even harder for Grave to fit in, better yet, to learn. And to be quite frank with himself, the mere term was something he still couldn’t grasp his head around. But alas, some aspects of his, “feral,” tendencies were definitely shed here and there due to such a new lifestyle; or rather, one renowned to his distorted mind. Though the single semester wasn’t a complete disaster, as the mutant didn’t even give a mere attempt to his classes or to conform in order to make friends at the beginning, no, after he began to negate the urge to eat his every assignment, or stick his pencil into his own eyes so he could have an excuse as to not go to class, he found that-- well just merely going to class and perhaps even kicking his legs on the desk and pretending he knew all the answers to each question brewed a much too blissful motivation.

Women.

Ah yes, of course, his rather compact majesty was all too smooth with the ladies, and with each passing day- or woman, more accurately stated- his motivation to finish the semester with strong passing D’s only grew. However so, it seemed his reputation could only do him so much, as he might have been the soul of every party, or the prime attention in every hallway, but that seemed to mean just about jack squat once he received a particular direct message earlier that humble day. In summary, the message had left Grave rather- irritated to say the least. So much so, that he had spent the whole day looking for her out of fury. Though he knew the pompous bitch wasn’t one to stow herself away, unless his threat of course made an impact. Regardless, she was around here somewhere, and during lunch period, the cafe was the best place to go.

Grated cracks, and mincing clacks against the academy’s exterior, echoed across the outdoor bistro as the mutant scaled across the walls as he followed the scent of that fiery damsel, though soon enough, Grave found himself to fall short as his trail merely fell upon the Cherufe’s ebony-skinned lackey. Glancing away from her form for a moment, Grave's gaze just as quickly turned back, eyes of cruel white sliding up every curve and finally resting within her own crystal hues of a silver azure.

To his suprise, he found his body to stagger against the hard brick and toward the earth below, though a quick recovery of serrated nails caught him slippin'. Grave gave a violent shake of his head as an unnaturally dark bellow prompted a raspy chuckle from the back of his throat.

“KEheheh...easy Grave….”

He then pried his eyes away from his game,

“Al-always lunch before dinner…”

He advised no one in particular.

Just as quickly as it paused, the hunt resumed, and of course, the siren always seemed to be only so far from her opposite, in turn, his search was all but fulfilled as the red waving locks of a familiar Jude, soon came into view not far away. With haste quickly taken, the mutant made his close, and it wasn't at all very long until the soft pitter and fizzling bubble of acidic saliva dropped from above. Just barely missing a single hair and landing next to her feet.

A hoarse grunt escaped him as he barks at her from above,

"A-AY! Bitch!"

His voice rattling and scratching at the lobes of anyone's senses within earshot; holding a lifeless, yet vigorious tone to its diction. And nearly in tandem to his grating voice did his hold upon the wall release, allowing his body to plummet, and his hands to reach the ground first like a feline. The mutant then let out another heckle of a laugh as he prowled toward Jude's form on all fours, only straightening to his feet once he got within arm's length, though he stood only to circle her rather defined shape with eager brows and a wolfish grin beneath his mask. Eventually however, his attention indeed met her own amber hues.

"KeH..."

He huffed with a violent twitch of a movement that left his head tilted at an angle.

"I th-think we b-both know what b-b..bone, I have-ve topick-ck with y-your cute ass."

He staggered. Though with a narrow of his stare, he consciencely found himself looking particularly up to the female. Of course, that wouldn't at all fly. So with a snap of his head, a table was spotted just beside him, and the surface was hastilly mounted before his knees lowered to a crouched position. Now leaving the mutant just a few feet away, and now at perfect eye level-- yet his eyes still wandered across her alluring peaks and lingered within her inviting valleys, perhaps for a bit too long than they should.

"I told-told you I'd f-finding- find you, so how 'b-b-b--bout it, -shawty."

He snarled in her face words jubbled and forced as if he was learning how to speak, though it was obvious that something about, Jude particularly, that simply hindered his concentration to form a single coherent sentence.

"Y-you want-t to spit-ted, that-- shit- shit-- to my face! Eh!? Be a f-fuck-fucking shame if I-I busted-d that party and r-ruined the wh-whole damn occa-ca-ssion."

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[a z u l a]

kira okita.

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Another year at Wolstonecraft meant another year that Akira didn't have to sleep on the streets and pickpockets. The twins had all the same charm they'd always had, but it was much harder to pull of elaborate schemes and swindle people out of their money in the modern age of technology. They tended to move to a new town, pull off an elaborate operation, and then hideout for the next few months living in the forest to avoid attention from law enforcement. There was an endless amount of cities to move to and rich people to rob, but there were also endless cameras waiting to catch their image and add them to another wanted list.

They'd gotten themselves into a tricky situation a few years ago and Wolstonecraft had been their savior. Kai was adjusting to the school perfectly, but Kira was still working on her people skills. Kai could make friends with anyone, he was rather popular around campus and seemed to know everyone in all of their classes. Unfortunately, Kira was more reserved than her twin and typically only made friends through her brother. It was something she was hoping to change this year.

For now, Kira was sat at a table with Kai and a few of his friends. She was glad that her brother was a social butterfly, even if it did get annoying sometimes. A commotion suddenly drew the kitsune's attention away from her food, turning to see one of her brother's acquaintances being yelled at quite angrily by a kid she remembered being in one of her classes.

“Looks like the zombie wants to take a bite out of Jude.”

Kira remarked to her brother with a bit of a smirk. Fights on campus were quite common amongst the creatures, and Kira loved a good fight.

"I see Jude's made another enemy."

Kai replied, getting up from his seat to move a little closer to the two arguing students. He knew Jude could more than handle herself, but it wouldn't hurt to be there just in case. His twin followed right behind him, ready to see Jude send another kid straight to the nurses office. So what if she ejoyed the drama, there was nothing else to do around here.

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[birth of venus]

jude rivera-carvajal.

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Jude had to stifle the laughter that bubbled up in her chest. Grave's presence was not a surprise in the least - by now, she was well aware of his antics, and it was damn easy to push his buttons. She didn't think much of him, aside from good entertainment. The social media post was meant to annoy him. There was one thing for certain: Jude loved being an asshole. Was she a bully? Possibly. She'd never admit it, but god, sometimes it was just too damn easy.

The spittle of acid that came with Grave invading her personal space made her curl her lip a bit, and her glare was unwavering as she looked down at him. Jude would've taken a bite out of him already if he wasn't made up of rotten flesh, acid, and whatever trash he shoved in his loud mouth. The acrid smell filled her nose, and when the Cherufe exhaled, smoke furled from her mouth and nostrils. A warning sign. When the redhead looked up past Grave, she saw Kai and Kira, students part of her lucky club of people that she could tolerate around campus. Plus, Kai was a damn tall glass of water, and always paid close attention to her. She gave him a wink, and turned her attention back to Grave.

"You know I'm good for it, baby. I'll say it to your face."

Jude said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Her mouth opened again to take a bite into the bone from her lunch, and with the mutant so close he had a clear view of what her sharp teeth could do to him, a man made up of rattling bones and zombie flesh. A sharp cr-crack, and Jude licked her lips at the taste of bone marrow.

"This is why you're not fuckin' coming, 'cause you're a weird lil' fuck. And you're gonna scare off the bitches, pipsqueak."

With that, Jude tapped the splintered bone against his hollow chest and leaned in close.

"You show up to my party without my permission, and you're leaving it in a fuckin' body bag."

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dominic fike

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[First Rose]

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Now he was mad, Grave was pissed at first, but now...- The mutant's hands clamped shut into tight fists, hard enough to draw blood if he had any. She may have had the looks, but hell was her arrogance fucking annoying. Always with the remarks to his height, the shots toward his nature, the mockery, the sarcasm, ALl of it. She always started it, and for what? Though perhaps he was only to blame, after all, how easy was it to get burned whilst messing with a lit flame; and quite the alluring flame she was.

Conflicted by his own eagerness and anger, Grave's words came out in breathless sputters as he stumbled over every phrase.

"Fuck-- You can't, you- c-can't--.."

Then suddenly throwing his head back in a violent gesture, his hands took two fistfuls of his hair as if he were close to pulling a wad of them out.

"F-UUUUCCCCKKKK!"

He raged at his own inability to get out a sentence. With a quick spin around, Grave then planted his foot underneath the food tray of another student's that laid behind him and punted it across the courtyard. The food splayed across the cafe and rained upon several people within radius, a few of which unfortunately were Kira and Kai's group, as well as Omi who sat nearby. Then just as quickly as he had turned away, Grave spun back and slammed the back of his palm into Jude's hand, flinging the bone right out of her hand before getting right back into her face. Acid, by this point, continuously seeping from the bottom of his mask and burning a bubbling hole through the table underneath him.

"Y-you fucking- fucking listen to me, bitch!"

Now simply determined to get back at her out of spite due to the buffoon she was making him look like in front of the entire school.

"Do whatever the f-fuck- fucking- hell you want! I don't gi-give two sh-shits!"

He said as his body lowered that much more upon the table, his body poised like a wolf about to make his strike. It was then that his voice lowered into a snarling whisper, eyes as blank as polished pearls narrowed into a hungry glare,

"I-I'm coming, if that coming-- I'm coming to th-that damn party, shawty, and if you dare to put-put your hands on me, bitch."

A rugged perverted cackle of a laugh rolled out the back of his throat as a few involuntary blinks of his eyes rapidly ensued.

"You w-won't want to know what my hands do to you..."

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[First Rose]

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"This is certainly eventful..."

A much familiar, yet foreign voice of stone and gravel rang hollow against nearby senses. No steps, no avid aura of presence, nothing... but a feeble- and admittedly dark phrase disclosed her presence. It was uncertain how long Danai had been sitting on the other side of Omiṣàndé's table by the time she turned, though unfortunately Danai's reputation was naturally filled with unanswered questions. The sophmore was dressed in a comfortable set of clothing and her usual black witch hat that she wasn't seen without amidst the daytime, the dark shade from its wide brim protecting her cold lightless eyes from the sun as she gave the waer dweller a curt nod in greeting. The Siren wasn't an individual she particularly hung around, mostly because her peresonality meshed a little too well with the loose cannon of the Cherufe, though the girl was no solitary pain in the ass like Grave either, and that's frankly all she could ask for. So breathing the same as air as the female in summary, wasn't any hard fact to deal with-mostly.

With a wave of a hand, fingers poised in an elegant and exotic gesture of arcane, a few rings of glowing runes would appear around her wrist; and with a single snap, the food that had splashed upon the Siren dissipated within the blink of an eye.

The female's expression was drawn with distaste and callosity, though through experience, Danai's deadpan appearance stood as no surprise, and by now it was helpful to glance toward the dozens of obsidian shards that danced around her head. At the moment, they seemed to radiate a vibrant yellow within the glossy dark exterior of glass, they could only mirror- sadness?? No, Danai was anywhere but near others under emotions of distress; perhaps excitement? Jude's party was just an afternoon away, after all. Something that Danai usually didn't dare to attend, but alas, her roommate, and adequate friend, was going, and she looked forward to the particular sweets and treats that would be there. So, yes indeed, her crystal shards sparkled and glinted in the sun's rays of light as her anything but jovial expression stared its orbs of inky black deep into the siren's eyes as if to claim her soul. A bad habit.

"My apologies for accompanying you, Omiṣàndé, I more than realize you value your space, but I'm afraid the courtyard's remaining seats are all but occupied; hopefully, your tolerance of others can manage, no?"

Every metallic word automating through her lips as if they held less life than the very undead mutant before them.

"I do admit, however if I may, your apparel today is truly stunning."

Sparks and flashes of pink washing across each small gem, indicating that her listless words held genuine gratification.

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Omiṣàndé.

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  danai First Rose
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

There was rarely a peaceful moment within Wollstonecraft. No matter the time there was always some type of commotion going on. It was to be expected really, with all the monsters that roamed the campus. Beings from different backgrounds and cultures were bound to clash at some point. Omiṣàndé knew that she held a reputation for being a source of trouble. On the first day, she bumped heads with a newer student. Omiṣàndé hadn’t had the slightest idea of what type of monster she had been, but her flavor reminded her of something sweet, in an artificial way. It had been disgusting and she had told her as much.

Even now, there was something going on. Every so often she would glance in that direction to catch a glimpse, but her attention was then stolen by her meal. Seeing Jude was enough to figure out how it would end. The fiery, curly haired delinquent would be able to handle herself just fine. She wondered how many pieces of the loud mouth zombie would be scattered around the area. Omiṣàndé could have definitely gone for a bite, but he smelled like something dead and she preferred her meal alive and squirming between her teeth.

There was the sound of something being kicked not long after his shouting. Normally Omiṣàndé’s senses were among the best. Had whatever he kicked made its way towards her, she would have been able to dodge it. Unfortunately for her, the food had made its way towards and onto her. Omiṣàndé found herself covered in someone else’s lunch and she went unnaturally still. Her powerful jaws clamped down on the meat in her mouth, sending blood spewing from between clenched teeth. Her face had quickly morphed into a snarl. If Jude didn’t plan on tearing him apart, she would gladly take over for her. Omiṣàndé looked down at her now ruined clothes and plate, she could feel some type of liquid coating her hair and reaching her scalp.

Her things clatter violently as she suddenly stood up. She paused for a moment. The sound of someone speaking to her caused her head to snap in their direction. Omiṣàndé could feel her annoyance rising, she hadn’t even heard her approach the table. She didn’t like being caught off guard. Though, the feeling of the food leaving her was welcome. She found herself clean once again, her plate looking as if nothing had ruined it. The siren seemed to think for a moment before she tossed a scathing glance in the zombie’s direction and sat back down. Her eyes locked with Danai’s as she lowered herself.

“Thank you.” Omiṣàndé eyed her thoughtfully as she ran a tongue over her tongue, her lips, gathering any remaining blood that had been left behind. She wondered if the other woman was only complimenting her in hopes of letting her sit with her. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone had tried to get her to let her guard down that way. From what she could remember from Danai, she didn’t seem like that type. Omiṣàndé let her gaze wander, taking her Danai’s clothing. It was far too many clothes in her opinion, too restricting. “You look…clothed. Your hair is nice.”

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  Kira & Kai, Jude & Grave a z u l a birth of venus First Rose

  
  
  

  
  
  

Perched upon a stool in one of Wollstonecraft’s communal kitchens, Barbie waited. Knees tucked to her chest, elbows propped, and hands placed under her chin, she listened to the low whir of the oven, quietly regarding the only other student in the kitchen...well, she didn’t want to be quiet about it. They were humanoid, chowing down on some noodles with their phone in one hand, clearly reading something to themselves. Keep to yourself, Babs. Some people don't like small talk. "So..." the words broke free from her lips faster than she could bite her tongue, "are you a freshman?" the sweet inflection of her ask ended with a saccharine smile. Dang it, girlie. Forever bugged by her own inability to embrace comfortable silence, Barbie let the question linger, her head tilted as she held a gentle gaze on the other student -- there was no reply. Perhaps they have earbuds in.

Ding!

Barbie hopped off her stool, talons clicking against the tile as she retrieved her cookies from the oven. "Oatmeal!" she beamed, placing them on the counter. The cookie's sweet smell wafted up from the warm pan, "they're so plain, aren't they magnificent?" This was at least met with a half-hearted nod from the other student, which was enough for Barbie's tense shoulders to relax. "I really don't know who's gonna eat them though...just thought trying out a mundane recipe would be nice, you know? I've got a whole book of them..." Barbie let her words fall, catching the moment in which the other student returned to being disinterested, reserved. Her lip quirked upwards, reminiscent. She used to be like that. The academy had been daunting during her first year exploring the halls, a too-good-to-be-true sanctuary that Barbie was afraid to fall in love with in the case that she found it slipping through her fingers -- but it hadn't. "I'll see you 'round," the harpy stacked the cookies into a container, leaving one on the bench before she left.

Cookies tucked into the sling bag that rested on her hip, Barbie made her way across the grounds to the campus cafe. Barefoot, she could feel her talons filing themselves against the pavement in quick, quiet scrapes...but she couldn't very well fly everywhere, one-too-many crashes had left Barbie (and occasionally some other poor soul) in the infirmary and the staff had to advise her to refrain from 'speeding' in densely populated areas. Viewing Wollstonecraft and her students from a birds-eye-view also had the tendency to provoke the harpy's in-born nature -- the pull to snatch up fast-moving prey from the ground...only once had Barbie needed to profusely apologize to a peer she'd mistakenly taken for a trip around campus but ugh, could it be more embarrassing?

"What's happening?" Clearly, Barbie had missed the beginning of a Wollstonecraft lunch drama. With a wariness, but not a lack of curiosity, the blonde approached the rim of the cafe's outside setup, sharp, hazel eyes surveying the small assembly of students, trying to piece together whatever had begun to unravel. Gaze landing on Kira, Barbie weaved through the seating to come to a stop beside her and her twin brother, her hand finding purchase on the shorter woman's shoulder, and giving it a tender squeeze. Barbie was rather warm and affectionate, perhaps a little more outwardly caring than a fair few of her peers. "Don't tell me there's another fight..." she breathed through a quiet sigh, now following the twins' line of sight to Jude and Grave, "this might end badly." Typically, Barbie found herself playing a moderator in many conflicts -- but not those in which her wings could get singed or...acidified.

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kai okita.

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Despite her reputation as one of the more volatile students at Wollstonecraft, Kai actually quite liked hanging out with Jude. While she certainly had a mean streak and the power to back up her big talk, so did his sister. In fact, hanging out with Jude was much the same as the last several centuries he'd spent with Kira. Neither was quite as social as him and had a bit of a temper. Navigating his friendship with Jude was easy, he'd dealt with his twin's anger issues since they were kids.

The wink the Cherufe sent his way put a smile on his face, but he knew that the situation before him wouldn't be calming down any time soon. Jude was never one to back down, she much preferred settling things with her fists than Kai's favored tactic of diplomacy. He didn't know much about Grave really, but he knew that Jude got a kick out of his temper tantrums, no matter how destructive they were. The kitsunes weren't dumb enough to get in the way of Jude's war path, but Kai was worried about the students around them that might get caught in the acid and flames that were to come.

Unfortunately, Kai hadn't prepared for himself to get caught in the crossfire. The food was splashing onto him before he could move out of the way, and he could sense the heat coming off of Kira as she quite literally burst with anger. Grave had gone and pissed off the two women on campus who could burn him to a crisp, and Kai wasn't cure he could calm down both of the hot-headed women.

Silently, Kira extinguished the flames emitting from her palms and wiped the food off of her with a deadly look directed towards Grave. Kai was certain that if Jude didn't beat him to a pulp, his sister more than happily would. Luckily, the only real friend Kira had made at Wollstonecraft showed up with gentle hand on the kitsune girl's shoulder, and he found himself breathing a sigh of relief.

"It's gonna end badly when I burn a hole through where his brain should be."

Kira practically growled, though she had visibly calmed with Barbie's presence. Kai wouldn't say she was exactly over the tray of food that had been flung on her, but she didn't seem ready to go all scorched earth quite yet.

"Awe, c'mon Kira. Don't you wanna wait and see what Jude does first?"

The taller twin joked, cracking a smile and nudging his sister playfully. She shot him a glare, but didn't argue. It was quite fun to watch the Cherufe, and this wasn't her fight to begin with.

"Did you bring cookies?"

Kira's nose twitched as the scent of warm oatmeal cookies wafted out of her friends bag. If there was anything that could distract the kitsune from a fight, it was snacks.

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