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 the 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]

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

The incident had happened exactly a year ago. That's what the administration had called it - the incident - sanitized, purposefully vague. Jude had warned them, she tried to tell them what to expect. A wild animal thrown into polite society after years of isolation would be a recipe for disaster. They were so insistent that she would do just fine, so ready to put faith into her when she knew she was undeserving of it. Something unexplainable had happened, something she had never experienced before, had made her snap. One moment, she had been sitting alone and eating her lunch, the next, a group of friends approached her and cornered her. She wasn't sure if it was a survival instinct triggered at the wrong moment, or if he really did smell as good as he tasted.

She was out of her seat, canines digging into the flesh of her classmate's shoulder, relishing in a taste she had deprived herself of for a decade.

The memory following that moment was of her sitting in the headmistresses office, deciding her fate with the school before the beginning of this year's fall semester.

"Ms. Rivera, if you're going to continue living on-campus with us, I'd appreciate if you would tone down your arson just a bit."

Vivetta Montgomery's words were laced with only a bit of amusement, but her furrowed brow and thin lipped smile left Jude feeling a bit unsettled. Looking at Ms. Montgomery evoked the same feeling as looking at a painting — when you looked or walked away, their eyes would follow. Jude shifted in the uncomfortable seat before the dean's desk, the scratchy upholstery and stiff back only adding onto her anxiety at that moment.

"I'm not sure what you mean ma'am, I've been good like, all summer."

That was a big fat lie. Jude was restless and hated being cooped up with little to do and with such mounting anxiety and upset at what she had done. Though, the small fire in the gardening club's prissy flower garden was actually an accident. She had been out behind the school to have a secret smoke, and her cigarette caught flame when she flicked it away.

"You and I both know that's not true,"

The dean sat up straighter, laced her fingers together on the desk's surface.

"You live life on the offensive more often than naught, and I don't mean this as a threat, Ms. Rivera. But, I have eyes around my school to ensure the safety of my students. Incidents like this only pile up in your ever-growing disciplinary file. If that continues, then we will be having a much more serious discussion about your future here at Wollstonecraft."

Jude's eyebrow twitched, but she tried her damned hardest to keep a straight face. She wasn't sure why she hadn't realized the fact that she actually had a disciplinary file of all of her offenses, but the thought stuck in her head, a nagging worry that persisted for the rest of that week. Jude wanted to read its contents, wanted to get rid of whatever they had on her.

The following Monday, an exact week before classes started, Jude found herself standing outside the dean's office with some bobby pins in hand, her bookbag over her shoulder, and a nervous kick in her chest. One of the younger teacher's assistants had let it slip that there was a faculty meeting that morning. If the timing was right, she had about twenty minutes. Her warm hands bent the thin metal of the bobby pins easily, making a pick and lever to slowly but surely pick the lock of the dean's office door. Jude figured the easier way would be just breaking through the door, she was certainly strong enough, but for once she thought ahead and knew that she'd be easily incriminated.

It took a couple of minutes, a couple good ol' college tries, given her shaking hands and building anxiety. When the door quietly clicked open, Jude let out a long, smoky sigh, tiptoed inside, and closed the door as quietly as she could. Fourteen minutes. The dean's office was as one would expect; all dark wood furniture, the wooden floor decorated with a tacky old carpet, the curtains dusty, the lighting dim. The floor-to-ceiling bookshelves made the space feel smaller, more enclosed, but overall it was much more normal than Jude was expecting. She peered through the shelves and tried the handles of the filing cabinets behind the dean's desk. Almost nothing was labeled, which, what the hell, Jude thought, even I label my school notebooks, what a freak. The filing cabinets were locked, and Jude wasn't sure she wanted to waste time just yet trying to jimmy those locks, so she turned her attention to the drawers of Ms. Montgomery's large desk.

The contents of each drawer were meticulously organized, which didn't surprise Jude in the least. She knew Cecilia, the dean's daughter, was an absolute neat freak. They had been lab partners once. Of course she must've gotten it from her mother. A couple minutes of carefully looking through each folder and file she found, and the redhead was slowly becoming more and more frustrated. It must've been in the filing cabinet, but she was running out of time. Should've just went for that first, dumbass. Jude pulled open the next drawer a bit too roughly, and the contents inside jumbled and spilled from the force of it.

A familiar face caught her eye from a Polaroid picture, and the Cherufe felt dread drop heavy like lead in her chest, staring down at the image of her feeble father, of her at his bedside spoonfeeding him his daily medicine. Jude didn't think in that moment, only tore through the drawer, finding more and more photos, some Polaroids, some crisp prints in high quality, some weathered and older than even her. Familiar faces of students, moments of their lives captured, of their worst times, of their best times, collected and conveniently filed away. Jude found all four of her photos and almost burned them with the touch of her hands, pure anger and fear boiling in her. In that moment, whatever safety and security she had felt in Wollstonecraft, in a place she had considered her new home, was gone. There wasn't much time left, and so she shoved as many pictures as she could into her backpack, grabbing the most familiar ones, the ones that she knew she'd have to tell. The faces of her fellow peers stared up at her from the bottom of her old bookbag, and Jude choked back a sudden sob. What the fuck even is this? Why would she have this?

The photos sat in the back of her sock drawer for the next week. Each day, Jude locked the door of her room, sat on the floor, and spread the photos out. It seemed there was four photographs to a student, and so she went through each one meticulously, organizing them into little piles. Each student's pictures were paperclipped together and hidden away, until she finally organized everything she had. And there it stayed, well into the first week of school. Jude had no idea how to tell anybody, how to breach the subject of something so odd and awful. And, there was the fact that Ms. Montgomery did have eyes everywhere. It was something she couldn't just talk about in the middle of study hall, or in the dining area, or in the dorms. She needed privacy, away from prying eyes.

What hurt deeply was that it didn't take long for her to fall in love with the place, before the incident and before her discoveries. 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. Thinking back on it now makes her stomach turn.

But the semester now was going well, by her standards. So far, she had only gotten in two fights, and she hadn't even started either of them! Exemplary 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. 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. The burning of knowledge, the need for distraction. 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.

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dominic fike

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[minajesty]

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the vargulf

charlie.

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grubbin' on food & content.

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comfy & casual (no sunglasses).

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outdoor seating, campus cafe.

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charlie had been making it through the day with the aid of three bottles of water and at least 4 uninterrupted hours of sleep. a rough sleep schedule was something he was used to, he had never had a good rest since the haunting day he lost his brother, but today was particularly harder on him. his transitions were being a pain in the ass, having shed through his flesh twice today. it was a painfully exhausting process. and although he was used to it, he always hated it.

his vargulf concious has seemed to show slight mercy on him though.. for now. he stayed in his room for a couple of hours just to make sure he didn't get the urge to turn. but the coast seemed to be clear, and his stomach was aching for something to eat. literally anything would suffice and he couldn't suppress it with another water bottle again. another one of those and he would gag.

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"don't mind if i do..,"

the vargulf mumbled, taking two breakfast sandwiches, a medium-sized platter of fruit, and a bag of chips. usually, he would spare enough for his wollstonecraft peers, but today was different. he was starving and in need of a decent meal, and he was pretty sure his peers had their fair fix of food before charlie got his.

taking his meal out to the nearest empty table in sight, charlie wiped off some crunchy leaves that had fallen on top and put everything down before he sat on top of it. yes, on top--with his feet resting where his ass should've been. until the staff told him otherwise, charlie was going to sit how he wanted to.

before you knew it, one breakfast sandwich was gone and he was working his way through the second with a loose pile of green grapes in his other hand. this time, he was eating slower, taking in the marvelous halloween-themed decorations strung up across the campus. jude, one of the leading-ladies responsible for the hottest parties on campus, had truly outdone herself. her committment to the whole shabang was admirable, making charlie feel a little more welcomed.

even though she had been at wollstonecraft longer than he had, there was never a moment where she slacked at her work. so he couldn't help but look around at her masterpiece while he was swallowing down big bites of his sandwich.

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click!

rhia

valera

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lady of the lake

Rhiannon wanted to be good this year. Truly. She wanted to be more present, to tame her wandering mind and soul just enough that her grades would finally reflect just how smart she was. She was tired of constantly being held back after class, the one-on-one conversations with “concerned” teachers who were all too eager to point out that Rhia was wasting her potential. ‘Waste’ was such a gross exaggeration, but she knew they were right about one thing—if she actually applied herself to her studies, her marks would see quite the improvement. Rhiannon’s sudden decision to comply with their encouragement didn’t stem from a place of feeling the need to prove herself but was rather a method to shut up those that felt she should do better.

The Naiad was so dedicated to the cause, in fact, that she even went so far as to set an alarm for an ungodly hour—much to her roommate’s dismay—so that she could start out her day with an early swim to clear her head.

The first rays of morning sun glistened off of Rhiannon’s wet skin as she skimmed along the surface of the water momentarily before dipping down, only to resurface again a few feet closer to the center of the pond. Slicking her long, blonde hair back and out of her eyes, she watched the sky change from a grey-tinted blue to a warmer shade as the sun became more and more visible over the horizon, the last of the stars at last smothered from view. As the shadows grew shorter, Rhia begrudgingly swam back to shore, grabbing her clothes and hastily throwing them on before making her way back inside, water droplets trailing on the ground in her wake.

Rhiannon had just enough time left to squeeze in a shower, one that she made quick work of, before getting dressed and heading to her first class of the day. Everything was going according to plan, but then lunch rolled around and her focal point shifted.

She really had wanted to be good this year, but then there was Charlie.

Rhia sat at one of the outdoor tables, metal fork in hand as she absentmindedly pushed around the contents of her salad, the plastic container crinkling each time the utensil’s tines came into contact with it, but she paid the noise no mind. She was trying desperately to bring her attention back to the homework notes on the tabletop in front of her, but her eyes kept flitting across the space to where Charlie was sitting on top of his table, and she wondered why she had to be so attracted to such an idiot.

He can’t even sit right,

she reasoned with herself, letting go of her fork and sitting back, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of her head that told her the cardigan she’d reluctantly chosen to wear that morning in order to combat the fall air made her look frumpy.

Next thing I know, I’m going to take up knitting.

With a huff, Rhiannon at last conceded, neatly storing away her schoolwork in a blue folder that she produced from her backpack. After wiping off her fork with a napkin, she stored it away, too, then, slinging the bag over her shoulder, she grabbed the rest of her things and crossed the space to a trash can, where she threw away the remainder of her lunch.

Maybe she’d have more luck studying in the library.

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The Horned One

Cynin

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Cynin had been awake far before the sun had made its appearance. It was near pitch dark when she rose from a familiarly tormented slumber to a silent surrounding. She could go quite a while without sleep, a fortitude perhaps gained from many sleepless nights in her human years on top of Cernunnos’ favor, but those hours before anyone else was awake were entirely too quiet. A few early birds had begun to chatter when Cynin made her way down winding wooded paths to her destination. Green eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, pupils elongated to points, a feline nature about them. Cynin rarely had to even think about things like that now. It was as if her body, her mind, had become so accustomed to its nature of existence that it took to adapting to its environment without need for thought. Cynin’s vision grew brighter but the vibrant colors of the forest that she might have seen normally dulled out to greys and muggy greens. Nonetheless, she walked with an assured confidence over the roots and brambles along the path. Her hands hung in loose fists at her side and her shoulders tilted back and low, a lazy kind of confidence.

Some small animal skittered across the path in front of her. The trees waned and a small clearing opened near the end of her path. There were the sounds of water rushing somewhere in the distance, quiet enough to be a soothing white noise for her purposes. The sharp cry of a bird interrupted that soothing lull and Cynin’s head snapped to the left. There, flitting about in the grass, was a small hatchling barely old enough to have opened its eyes. Long strides would have her upon it in seconds, kneeling to gather it up in a hand. It continued to chirp a bedraggled sound that was more akin to a scream than a bird song. Cynin ran her thumb over its head and spoke in low, whispering tones as she searched for the nest it had fallen from.

“Quiet now, young one. You have not fallen far.” Her eyes flitted over the branches just above her head until they fell upon their target. The nest was not far off the ground only a few inches from the top of her head. Inside were several more birds of the same age as their fallen sibling, chirping and shuffling about as Cynin came closer to them. The mother bird was no where to be seen, perhaps already out finding food. Cynin smiled softly.

“Here we are. The prodigal son returns.” She reached up and carefully sat the small animal back where it belonged. The young things chirped once more, a kind of happy sound, in thanks and Cynin retreated to the middle of the clearing once more. With no more distressed animals to be had she situated herself into a cross-legged position on the forest floor. The quiet roaring of water pulled her away from the world just as the sun peaked its head up over the horizon.

“Hello, child of my blood. Tell me, why have you come?”

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The sounds of splashing pulled Cynin out of her meditative state. The sun now had risen high enough to filter light through the leaves in sparkling rays. The color of the world returned to her as her eyes readjusted themselves to the new light. Her conversation with Cernunnos filtered away into the back of her mind as she stood once again, dusting away dirt and foliage from her clothing. From the edge of the clearing, she could see through to a pond where one of her classmates was gliding through the water. Rhiannon, Cynin would register, as the blonde Naiad pulled herself up out of the water. Those things affiliated with the deep had never been something Cynin could imitate. Where the creatures of the land were like second nature for her to understand and mimic, she would be lost to say much of the waters. This was the sphere of Manannan or Cliodna and she had no power in it. But she did often wonder at what a creature of water might have to say.

Cynin turned away, suddenly feeling as if she were intruding, and began to make her way back up the path and to her classes. It was strange still, to be taught in such a manner. When she lived things had been taught by word of mouth, often by druids or other elders who were old enough to remember, to know. Often things got lost this way, but it felt more personal. Not that it mattered much to her now anyway. The school was a good place to be. Cynin could hardly find enough room to breathe in the modern world under a sky that felt like it could choke her. Here the air was clean, and the people were unafraid of her. Here there were no pitchfork and fire wielding villagers. Cynin floated through the first half of her day distracted by thoughts of fish and fire until it was lunch.

She didn’t need to eat, but she liked to sit amongst the others anyway. Cynin sat in the outside area of the cafeteria occupying her hands with a block of wood and a carving knife. The beginnings of a hare’s head protruded out of the otherwise blocky surface. Occasionally, her focus would drift to her other classmates milling about the place. Charlie, wild, strange, was sitting on top of one of the tables occupied by his food. Jude was off near the edge of the area, chewing idly on a bone as she fiddled with her phone. Cynin’s own felt heavy in her pocket, a gift from a friend, a thing she hardly understood. Rhiannon was there too, Cynin noted, as the Naiad gathered up her things and crossed to the trash cans. Water, fire, and earth. Cynin chuckled to herself, returning her attention to her whittling, a song hummed under her breath. She carved a few more cuts before a curiosity overtook her and she pushed herself up onto her feet, striding in the direction of Rhiannon with carving knife still hanging in her grip.

“Do you often swim so early in the morning?” Cynin spoke lowly, voice filtered through her strange accent. She offered no context to the reasoning behind her question but tilted her head slightly, eyes curious.

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Sitting in the library, one foot curled under his ass on the chair, the other on the floor, bouncing on his toes, Devin hardly noticed the time. He had taken over one of the tables in the reading room, the vaulted ceilings and dark wooden furniture lending his hyperfocus an air of dignity instead of mania. His table had several books open, as well as two notebooks (one was the battered hardback that housed his personal grimoire, which he was referencing from, and a cheap composition book, which he was writing something that was hopefully going to be part of his thesis). He had not meant to be working on his thesis. He had been meaning to flesh out a lecture on ritual construction for the magic theory 101 class he was TAing, but he had gotten distracted. Again.

He only noticed when he paused to sit up straighter, leaning his shoulders back to stretch, and checked his phone.

"Hmm,"

he said, with vague disapproval.

Always things like "linear time" and "needing to eat" were getting in his way.

But Devin wasn't quite ready to pack up, so he tidied his table a little, clearing a space in front of him. He leaned over to where he had draped his coat across the chair next to him. In honor of the excellent fall weather it was currently in the guise of a caramel colored wool coat, and in the inner lining it had multiple pockets, where Devin stored most of his things. In one pocket he removed a deck of cards, wrapped in a scrap of cloth. Devin shuffled them idly, and as he did so a card fell from the deck as if it lept, landing face down on the table in front of him. Devin tucked the rest of the deck together and set them aside to pick up the fallen card and flipped it over.

Page of Swords.

Devin frowned and set it aside, face up, and finished shuffling his deck. He drew three more cards, and set them face down on the table, flipping them over one at a time.

Page of Wands. Six of Swords. Queen of Wands.

A spark of an idea, perhaps done without careful contemplation of consequences. (The first card drawn, perhaps a mistake already made.) The hard work of reflection, the cut and run after a mistake. And then the final card, the future: possessive, conquering fire.

Devin picked the Page of Swords up and held it between his index and middle finger, like he were a stage magician about to flick it into the ether. The Page of Swords: the single minded pursuit of truth.

"Who are you?"

, he wondered aloud.

He was sure it wasn't a reading about himself--the fallen card would have been the Knight of Wands if it was. Somewhere on campus, somebody had made a beautiful, terrible mistake in the pursuit of knowledge, and Devin was quite sure they would all feel it, sooner or later.

With a grin, he returned the card to the deck and shuffled again.

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The Erinys

The unyielding sun peered through a cloudless sky, staring straight down at her inside the vacant outdoor court. A circular, bright yellow ball flies toward the wall and bounces off. The whirring machine shoots out another bright yellow ball. This was the most natural movement she could make, as she had been doing it for decades now. A long time ago now, back in Scotland, she started her junior tennis playing in high school. Eyes blue as steel sharpen as Freya clutches the tennis racket, an angelic white to contrast with the black she adorned. She followed the ball until it was close enough to hit, and whoosh. The sound of the ball went. The next thing she knew, the small circular ball flew forward with great speed, when she hit it, it flew over the fence and into the forest. Steady breaths, as she stood in the center of the court, manicured hands on hips. A black cotton visor shielded her from rays of sunlight. It was the thing she hated most about wearing these hats when she played; she quite liked the heat, and never broke a sweat, making the visor more of a fashion statement than anything else.

Wollstonecraft had been more or less what she expected out of any academy inviting her presence on their grounds. Instead of excitement bubbling in her gut, she found that she needed to light a cigarette to remain sane. No more than forty-two hours ago was she in an entirely different realm, the underworld; where most spirits dwelled and the damnable were punished. To her, she had only been there a time that felt like a year. And, when she returned to the land of the living, she found that many decades had passed, the mortals she knew were all older than twenty by now, and moved on with their lives. They had "found themselves," a goal the girls were obsessed with achieving during the early years. A goal even she tried to accomplish by fleeing to Greece for a few months after it happened. For Freya, it was incredibly hard to move on, when for her it had only been a year since the death of her mother. Adoptive, of course; one of the many truths she now knew was that her biological mother was immortal, therefore she cannot die. After spending quality time with mother dearest in the realm of the dead, she came back to Scotland. She returned to Blackwood Manor, it had remained untouched for all these years. Lavinia Blackwood was long dead, but in writing everything now belonged to her, she had been the woman's only daughter as she was infertile and couldn't have any children of her own. It welcomed her back with dark open arms, and dreary halls.

A pang of sorrow filled her chest, as she mulled it over in her mind for the thousandth time. Lavinia deserved to be the one with a drop of ichor—she believed they called it, to save her flesh from the talons of a fury. But she was mortal, and there was nothing she could do to change that and nothing she could do to bring her back. That just made her angry, but there were no more tennis balls left.

Freya hadn't slept well the night previous, tossing and turning, having these terrible dreams. When she awoke, she was irritated as she could be. It was one of those mornings where she wished death upon anyone for accidentally bumping into her. That behavior apparently wasn't appropriate in Wollstonecraft. That was fine, she could continue with the reckoning by provoking fights and finishing them. As she crossed the few paces to reach the exit of the court, a raven black high ponytail bouncing behind her, she picked up her gym bag on the way out and showered in the pristine locker rooms before leaving the courtyard entirely.

With the sweat-stained athletic clothing zipped away inside the skinny black duffle bag, she was able to get changed into a sleeveless black top, jeans; dark-washed and high-waisted, a burgundy corduroy jacket, and boots. Realizing she **was** actually quite hungry, she resolved to head to the cafeteria, gym bag slung over her shoulder. With every step she took, her vexation deepened.

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Victoria Rose

It has now been a few months into the semester at Wollstonecraft and Victoria is still adjusting to her new life. Before WSC she was hiding in the woods, starving, and on the brink of death. But now she was at a school with other people just like her or similar. Victoria knows she'd probably be dead right now if she didn't attend but she still wasn't fully comfortable where she was at. She's made a few friends so far and a few enemies but she was going to fly right through these school years hopefully at the top of her classes. She has a roommate, Cecilia, who she is very fond of. The two both share similar powers and abilities but the key differences are very noticeable between the two. Nothing bad or anything of the sort just two very different people with magic. All in all, her stay has been rather enjoyable compared to where she had been before. Missing her birth mother was also something she is dealing with and hopefully, she'll learn to move past the pain she causes herself.

Her days at WSC were routinely based now whereas before she did what she wanted but she figured that since she was starting her life over, she should have a routine. She rises from her slumber every day at 8:00 AM, says her prayers, does some light yoga and then gets ready for the day. She had spent most of her time today outside picking berries, gathering herbs, seeds, and many other ingredients for her potions. By the time she was done, she had grown a bit hungry and thirsty and decided to head back to her dorm to safely store her ingredients. She made her way to the dining hall where she prepped herself a salad with grapes and strawberries on the side. She grabbed a water bottle and headed outside. Looking around she chose a seat under the shade of a tree and began eating her lunch. It was a nice day out, not too hot not too cold, but just right. A light breeze would come and go that would help cool from the beaming rays of the sun.

Victoria looked around at the other students who were outside. She noticed Rhia, her sworn enemy. She and Rhia have not gotten along since they first met. If you looked at it from an outsider's perspective, the two girls were fighting over the dumbest reason. Charlie Rumancek. He was the reason for the girl's rivalry. Vicky would never date or fornicate with Charlie but she sure did love staring at him and lightly flirting with him. Speaking of Charlie, she turned her head and noticed him eating a sandwich like a feral animal. She could feel herself blushing. He was a heartthrob, a charmer, and a snack that smiles back. She watched him but also ate her food because she didn't want to look creepy just staring at him. She also noticed Cynin and Jude but she rarely communicated with either one. As she finished her lunch she noticed a new but familiar face coming outside. Felix, another guy Vicky has a crush on. He was nice to her and that was something Vicky liked about him. She had a crush on Felix and on Charlie and while she wouldn't call it a love triangle since there was no love between the three she found it was the best way to put it. Vicky also felt bad for Felix because Jude bit him and left him with a gnarly scar. She wondered if he'd let her help him heal the scar for him.

Mentions: Rhia - lvcid Charlie - minajesty Felix - Fill Swift Mentions: Cecilia & Jude - birth of venus Cynin - KingofAesir Interactions: None

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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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With the sun high in the sky, sunglasses over her eyes, and an umbrella tucked over her shoulder, Dana felt invigorated despite the weather working against her. She felt most like herself on Wollstonecraft’s campus. It was the time where she could dedicate her time to her studies rather than running herself ragged at a summer job to pay bills for the run-down apartment she lived in during the off months.
During the semester, Dana was still working -She had to pay for her tuition bill (the parts not covered by her scholarships) and personal needs somehow- but the only difference that mattered is she was working towards something she wanted.

The transition from her home in Athens to Wollstone had been steep. But the motivator had always been not going back home. Once Dana had gotten a taste of freedom she knew she’d do everything to prevent her going back. And getting an education would help make that easier.

She tried to keep her outdoor excursions limited on sunny days, but if she intended to garner support for her eventual campaign as student body president, she needed to start the “socializing” as early as possible. Plus, she had some downtime today, why not chat it up with some of the familiar faces. Maybe get some details about this upcoming part - that’d she’d obviously be at.

Snagging a blood pouch from the dining hall, Dana did a quick survey of who was about. There was… Charlie scarfing down food in an appalling manner, Jude, who seemed busy, leant up against the wall texting on her phone, Cynin and Rhia, who she interacted with more often than not anyways, Vicky, a bit menacing but honestly Dana respected that, Freya, who’d begun to enter the pavilion around the same time as her and… Ooh. Omi.

Despite seeing the siren around campus a lot, and running in the same circles, Dana couldn’t say that she knew much about Omiṣàndé, which intrigued and frustrated her. Pressing her plum-colored sunglasses up into her hair, Dana slipped into the seat across from Omi, crossing her legs at the ankles. She surveyed her open and down for a moment before speaking.

“Your friends with Jude, right? I’m Dana.”

She set her bag down next to her, before pulling out a straw to puncture her blood pouch with.

“Love the dress,” she hummed, taking a sip. “Green’s not my color, but it looks gorgeous on you.”

Dana Garcia

the Empusa

w/ Omi

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Deep blue eyes slowly traveled from her device and settled on the person seated across from her. They formed into a narrowed shape unconsciously, mistrust clearly swimming in their depths. She didn’t know the woman before her, they always seemed to miss one another. Omiṣàndé was unabashed in her staring. She was sure that she wanted something, why else would he choose to sit with her. She licked her lips, cleaning up the remaining blood that had dropped from them. The human had been nice and tender, though she would have preferred if she’d done the hunting herself. Meat always tasted better when it was alive and squirming.

Omiṣàndé could only continue to stare. Small talk was something that she didn’t understand or like. She had to remind herself that she couldn’t claim the entire table as her own. It was considered rude to chase others off when all they wanted to do was sit and eat. The head mistress had been very adamant that she understood and didn’t take a chunk out of someone for it. Omiṣàndé placed her phone down. “Dana. What is it that you want? Why do you sit here? What is my connection to Jude to you?” She stated, tone as blunt as ever.

At the mention of her dress she looked down. All of her clothing was similar. Having spent her entire life without clothes she had picked things that were the most comfortable and less restricting. But Dana had given her a compliment. She was probably supposed to give her one back. “Thank you…you look…clothed. The scent of blood that follows you is very fragrant.”

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tanerelle

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[minajesty]

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the vargulf

charlie.

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calm, an appropriate amount of flirtatious feels.

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comfy & casual (no sunglasses).

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outdoor seating, campus cafe.

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cynin, rhia.

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charlie caught himself feasting like someone who was deprived of food for days. transformations didn't last more than a few hours, but they took a lot out of his stability; mental, emotional, physical, etc. slow down, nobody's gonna take it from you, he had to remind himself. he slowed his chewing even though he only had a bite left of his breakfast sandwich and let out an exhausted sigh. he had hopes that maybe the rest of the day would treat him easier and he could get through classes without his vargulf mentality prying at whatever sanity he had left. but he could only hope.

the sounds of more voices on campus tugged him out of his own thoughts. when he looked up from the remnants of his food in his hand, he had seen that the campus was starting to welcome new faces in the crowd. there was vicky sitting underneath the tree, and he couldn't help but let a soft smile grow when he caught her already gazing. the gorgeous dana garcia was striking up a conversation with the equally gorgeous omiṣàndé.. or at least trying to. and then there was cynin by a wastebin, holding what looked to be a knife and a block of wood with a start of a figure protruding from it. he had to admit, cynin had him a little on edge whenever she was near. in all his years of living, he had never met someone with her kind of persona or demeanor. but wsc academy welcomed hundreds of different species, exposing charlie to new life. that was one of many things he enjoyed about finding this place. but sometimes, he couldn't help but stay cautious. how ironic of him.

then his gaze flicked to.. her. an angel in the midst of the crowd that stuck out like a sore thumb to charlie. she was someone different in comparison to the rest of the students on campus. her cherubic features suited her skin that almost looked as soft as silk. nature looked best on her every time he caught her on campus, from the waves of the lake dancing around her every move to the sun's golden reflection that kissed her perfectly every time. she was heavenly. rhiannon was heavenly. and he wanted to talk to her.

but like in every other fairytale story, a guard accompanied the princess. cynin was right by her. her presence didn't dampen his urge to go and strike a conversation with rhia, he just wondered if the timing was right. he didn't want to interrupt anything if it was serious. but to charlie, it didn't look like it. oh fuck it.

with one hand steady on the table, charlie swung his legs over and planted his feet on the concrete. he then turned around and grabbed his trash before tossing it into a bin on his way over to rhiannon and cynin. charlie turned a walk across campus to a few steps. he wouldn't show it, but he was somewhat eager to hear her voice instead of just imagining what she sounded like. he didn't want to stay a creep forever and just stare. a few seconds later and he was standing beside the two ladies, close enough to strike a talk with the two but far enough to respect each other's boundaries.

"nice to see you two around...,"

his voice dripped with a friendliness that showed he came in peace.

"how's the day treating you so far?"

he added, his beautiful brown eyes flickering from cynin to rhia, but mostly taking in the naiad's presence as inconspicuously as he could be standing by them. charlie didn't want to come off as rude for paying slightly closer attention to rhia, but he was almost sure cynin didn't care what he did regardless. she never showed particular care about what he did anyway.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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Bashi Ravern
Tiefling
Mood: lol hi Dana
Location: canteen
Wearing: hoes don't get cold​

Bashi, at this point, was feeling a bit hangry. He hadn't eaten breakfast and had been through two classes before he could get something to eat. It was lunchtime when he finally emerged from his last class, Monster Bio 101. He was feeling pretty crappy so he expertly weaved his way through other, slower students to make it to the canteen. With the way some students were jumping out of his way, it seemed like he might need to file down his horns to avoid accidentally stabbing another student.

He missed when his mom was alive and she could carve pretty designs into them the left them flat at the tips or at least rounded bluntly. At was customary among Louisiana Tieflings, he filed his horns down to half their size and sharpened the tips as he mourned. He hadn't been able to find anyone he trusted enough to carve his horns for him so he had just kept them the way they were. But now that they were getting longer and heavier, he might need to at least find another tiefling and ask for some help.

But for now he couldn't do much so he just kept on keeping on. He tugged the leather jacket Dana had let him borrow closer to his purple form and let his teeth chatter. It was sunny, but it was getting cold. And the tiefling had worn a skirt of all things. Hoes don't get cold. He reminded himself, laughing at his own joke. He heard it once and just kept saying it for some reason. He found it funny in a very abstract way.

His boots lightly tapped on pavement as he made his way to the canteen, spotting quite a few people he knew and even more he didn't. But seeing his best friend, Dana, sitting with the siren, Omi, made him dart through the lunch line and pull up a seat next to the empusa.

"Heya, Darlin'!" he chuckled in his light and airy accent. Living in New Orleans most of his life meant that he'd developed the accent of the region. He set down his plate of food, a grilled cheese and tomato soup, and started eating, trying to not talk with his mouth full.

"Hey, Omi! How ya been, dear?" Bashi wished he knew how to pronounce her full name, but at this point, he was afraid to ask since it was already so late in the year. He didn't want to look rude or dumb.

As the girls talked, he ate voraciously, leaning over his food and caging it in with his arms. People used to take his food and he never really grew out of being defensive during mealtimes.

 

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The gentle sound of pages leisurely turning was the only companion to one of Wollstonecraft demonic students. In front of her, bound in what seemed to be multiple pieces of different colored leather, was an ancient looking tome. To those who didn’t know better it could have easily been mistaken for some type of scholarly reading material. One look at the pages that flipped all on their own, and the illusion would be shattered. And the leather that made up the time? It was actually skin of different hues. The gaping maw of a snake lay at the center of the cover, ready to strike those who dared to lay a hand on its owner’s property. The bite was laced with a particularly nasty curse.

Delilah picked at her charcuterie styled lunch. A sliced carrot dangled from her mouth for a moment before it was eaten. The air around her was almost suffocating to those who got too close. It was an intentional act on her part, letting those around know that she didn’t want to be bothered. A slow, malicious smile parted full lips and settled on her face. Suddenly the pages came to a stop and Delilah traced an image of a human body that was on display. The entry held a curse that was used to attach a victim to a vicious spirit in hopes of said spirit taking over the host’s body slowly and painfully. The page also held some notes from an ancestor of hers.

She was sure that the spell would be perfect for her current client. There were so many spirits and entities that would do anything for a solid form. Before she had decided to attend Wollstonecraft, Delilah has helped many beings find their perfect bodies in exchange for something. And even better? Those who came to her to curse life threatening ailments never had to worry about them again when ritual took. It was alway satisfying to see how they reacted to one another, especially if spirit and human cohabited the body.

With a snap the book shut itself. Once closed the pages turned into a mouth filled with razor-like teeth. Her smile was fond now, chuckling when the teeth snapped at her. The bite mark disappeared as soon as it came, leaving only a drop of black blood behind.

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Felix Martinez

Life is a waking nightmare from which few can get any sleep from.

A pair of brown eyes stared at the ceiling before whipping the blanket off of his bed and sat straight up. His eyes glanced at the clock. 2am. He slept four hours. Sleep deprivation did no one any good. His left hand ungripped the side of the bed and wiped across his brow, dragging away the droplets of sweat built up there. The tattoo on his back briefly flickered a small glow, one he didn’t notice. Baemin should have been fast asleep by now. A black t-shirt and black sports pants slipped onto his body, muscles stretching and tensing in preparation. Felix gazed outside the window, towards the rest of the Wollstonecraft’s grounds, as he began wrapping cloth around his hands. Slipping a small knife to his side, Felix knelt down and ran his hand over a mane of fur. Freddie, his dog.

Sweet boy. His only constant companion at this academy.

Rising back up to his full height, Felix slid a pair of earphones and his phone into his hand off a countertop before opening the door to his room. Slowly, quietly so as to not disturb his roommate or his dog, Felix slipped out the door.

And headed for the stairs. He tapped his phone’s playlist.

♪ Na Na Na Na hit me

Here we go I’m walking the streets don’t ya know I’m a self made man ♪​

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There was a trail that led through the forests, set aside for runners who wanted a more scenic route. The path was made of dirt and stone, nothing more and nothing less. Felix’s feet thumped against the ground as he simply sped through the woods along the trail. A blur simply moving forward. Occasionally he stopped and leaped up and grabbed onto the branch of a tree. His muscles contracted and lifted himself up, from stern as his legs kept a 90 degree angle. His eyes did not move nor did his face, simply staring ahead towards the next stop.

Three stops. Three sets of 1000 pull ups. 3000 total.

He arrived near his spot, quickly stepping off the trail. He slid down a small hill before stopping. Walking forward, he soon spotted his prize past all the bush and bramble. A large sandbag tied to the branch of a tree.

It would begin to swing with each blow Felix delivered into it. Left, right, right. Move to the side fast. The footwork required would need to be perfect, especially on the uneven grass. If he had been fighting someone, they’re fists would have struck out to air where Felix had been while Felix would hammer into them from the side.

Boxing was all about movement. Speed. Staying out of the punches while delivering your own. Keep moving. Don’t let them have time to react.

Don’t give them any purchase. The instruction he repeated as a mantra only made his punches fiercer. Faster. Harder.

Until his fist burst through the bag and out to the other side.

“Shit.” A silent and steady mutter. Nothing more.

He’d have to clean this up. At least he had a few hours before the early morning started and classes were underway.

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Felix slipped out the front door of his dorm building, clad in new clothes. Sandbag was all cleaned up, and a shower had been needed after his little workout. Next was an organized and full breakfast. Sliding on a white buttoned-shirt, a pair of black slacks, and a black tie. A little too professional to be called casual, but he had work to do today. He pulled his hair back and tied it into a manageable ponytail. Business-in-the-front, party-in-the-back style. Pulling the hair back only showed maybe one or two light facial scars. Felix sighed before heading down the winding pathway that led to one of the other sections of the large Wollstonecraft estate. His trajectory slightly changed, turning away from the doors to a small side building. A little place where students could grab snacks. He ordered two water bottles and a small sandwich.

There was a little time before he needed to go anywhere too soon. He pulled out his phone before scrolling. A pair of notifications caught his eyes. Fights involving Jude. Someone had posted them. He smirked at the fights a little, chuckling.

“ ‘Atta girl.”

It seems she was still more or less her old self. A relief in its own way. While they had been on (semi?) friendly terms before, Felix often had to wonder if it was a ruse at the time. Maybe not so much now.

Then he headed for class. Nothing much happened. Other than him writing notes with both hands while reading. In this school, being a little odd made you normal. Would anyone question his dexterousness? Yes. Would it be weirder than the magic and supernatural powers floating about? Unlikely. A few more class periods passed easily enough. Not once did his attention falter from the subject matter at hand. His eyes glanced upward at the clock as he straightened up his back and sat up.

Nearly lunchtime.

It would be around that time—near the cafeteria—they would make their move.

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Holding both straps of his bag over one shoulder, Felix stepped into the cafeteria, scanning the room. His eyes clocked in each and every person. Jude. He removed the straps from his one shoulder before he started rubbing the other a little. Phantom pain briefly flitted through his head at the memory. Not a time to focus on that too much. After all, it had been on his mind long enough.

He would need to talk to her. Now.

His eyes briefly flitted towards the others. The ones who would notice him, the ones who were watching him, and the ones that would gloss over him as anyone else. His eyes flickered over to Dana and Omi. He knew their names, either in passing or because of a few conversations. The school princess as others would sarcastically put it. Felix had to wonder if they did not have the stomach to handle her, what she did to stay at the top of the social hierarchy. Omi appeared to care little about such niceties, remaining the outcast and more in touch with her more carnivorous roots.

Felix had to hope that was not human meat, or he would need to do a little work regarding that little issue. Maybe if he tried for that student president position he could look more into it. Just a thought.

Bashi. Tiefling. One of the more popular tieflings and sitting with Omi and Dana. Nothing there besides having a relationship with Dana and a few other students. His eyes flickered over to Charlie, too busy stuffing his mouth to notice him. Yet. Soon, he was sure the man would. Although, if anyone had to notice him, Felix suspected it might be Freya, the star tennis player on campus. Well, star might be a bit much. She was much better than anyone else on campus at least.

And he doubted any ordinary human could keep up with her. He knew this only from traveling similar sports circle with her, more or less.

During his brief glances towards all parties, Felix picked up a tray and began organizing his lunch. Each item had its spot. Each item needed to be packed neatly. Every food was measured and packed with care onto the tray. Everything he needed to keep strong. He began walking with the tray, tea sitting on one side of it and steaming. A trail for anyone to follow him by eyesight. During his walk, his steps slowed as his brown eyes fell upon a particular naiad. His fingers slightly tensed while holding the tray. Beautiful. Funny. Charming. Felix and Rhia had hit it off near the beginning of his academy days. Always together when out in public. Those days had been . . . more blissful than others. Although, there were always those whom he could hear talking behind their backs.

About how he didn’t deserve her, among other remarks. They had been right in the end. His eyes trailed over her face, briefly casting a look to her lips before averting his eyes over to her companion. Cynin. While everyone found a particular sense of ease and unease around her, Felix simply counted it among the fact that he was the only human in a school full of monsters. She was dangerous, yes, but only as any immortal or god-powered being would be.

But being fearful around her or showcasing that fear did him no favors. Only caution would aid him among her and her peers.

No doubt, these monsters would have killed him on the spot if they found out. Not that he could necessarily blame them, although it sure would be great if it had not been the case. His only protection being a small wristband and a magic spell keeping him under the radar. Making him smell enough like a monster and his aura have a similar appearance. The specifics of both were crucial as too much of a scent or overly-clear aura might tip off others who might have been able to deduce he was hiding something with such an intense cover.

His eyes followed Charlie march across the room over to Rhia. Felix kept walking, only casting the occasional glance to watch their conversation. The past was the past. No use reminiscing. Rhia had been a means to an end, at the end of the day. If he was seen in a relationship with her and then broke up, it could help create a fallback plan to avoid becoming involved with anyone else. All he needed was to play the card that he was not looking for anymore relationships, and anyone would put two and two together as to why.

Finally, his gaze settled upon the one person who had eyes on him since he stepped into the room. The gifted witch. Victoria. He began walking past her, sparing a glance towards her and catching her eye. He knew she had been watching as his eyes fell upon to his left, finding her by a tree. And he nearly walked past her towards Jude if he did not quite notice the object traveling just to the right of him. His eyes widened as he leaned backwards, still holding the tray and bag slung over his shoulder, and the object sailed past.

In those few microseconds, Felix’s eyes widened while his mind fired off commands faster than ever and, almost by instinct, his left hand let go of the tray while the other kept it straight. A bang echoed as the back of his fist slammed into the flying metal object. A rush of wind would flow around Vicky before she would find it impaled in the ground right in front of her, but otherwise she would be unharmed.

It had been metal railing. The kind found for stairs and such. Ripped clean and used as a projectile. But by who? Felix stood straighter now and turned his head briefly to Victoria for a moment.

“You okay?”

Before switching his attention to his attacker. Felix had been expecting this moment to come about today. Standing opposite of Felix stood a group of six individuals, snickering at him. Felix’s eyes narrowed only a little but his posture never changed. Instead, he turned away from them for a little, walking towards Victoria.

And settling his tray of food and his bag down next to her.

“Watch these for me, will you? Thanks.”

Reaching into a pocket, Felix pulled out a pair of sunglasses before fitting them on and proceeding to walk over to the group of sniggering ruffians. Felix stood with his arms at his sides as he gazed up at who appeared to be in charge of this group. The largest of them all. The slicked back hair and the darker clothing sat tightly around the brute’s figure, dissimilar to Felix’s buttoned shirt appearing loose on the hunter. Standing at 6’7” or so and much larger than Felix, no tattoos were found on the man, but there certainly were a few scars and calluses on the arms, reflecting Felix’s own. The height difference was only made more apparent when the man stood up and peered down as Felix looked up. The other five members of this posse were made of five more men, each of varying height and stature but none as towering as the man taking the lead when it came to standing face-to-face to Felix.

Felix spoke first.

“Care to explain yourselves? Someone almost got hurt.”

A giant hand snatched out and clasped firmly around Felix’s tie, bringing the smaller man closer to the bigger thug.

A set of teeth smiled cruelly at Felix, “An accident.”

Felix could almost believe the sincerity. If it was not for the putrid breath stinking up his face. Why did he wear a tie today?

“I think we both know what’s about to happen here.”

Felix nodded, understanding. So this was about that then. Scum like this thug before Felix should really learn to not screw people out of their money when the hunter was around. Did they really not expect the bad karma to hit them back? Then again, no one knew what he was, did they? Felix shifted his head and peered behind and around him.

“Don’t think you can get out of this by calling for help.”

Felix gathered all the information he needed. There were more than enough eyes on this exchange. If the thug swung first, it would all fall under self-defense, and he’d be off scott-free.

After all, Felix would hate to miss the party Jude was busy setting up.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking you should send one of your buddies to grab an icepack. You’re gonna need it.”

Felix tensed his arms, bringing them closer to his body. The taller thug almost paused, thinking through the statement, before his face contorted in anger. The crook launched his fist, intent on careening flesh-into-flesh into Felix’s face. But no such blow arrived, at least not to its complete conclusion. Because the bigger fellow soon found himself gasping for air as those brute hands let go of the tie settled around his throat. Felix had struck first, aiming for the throat and freeing himself with one move. But he did not bask in this momentary victory. Instead, Felix found the thug, while choking, simply grew in size.

A long, flicking tongue began to grow as enlarged canines replaced the man’s teeth as muscles and bones began to grow in size. What once was a 6’7” man of hardened complexion turned into a 9’3” ogre that simply dwarfed Felix. And it seems his buddies were undergoing similar changes. One of which Felix noticed to grow a tail resembling a lizard’s. Another, a scorpion's own appendages.

Felix simply took a few steps back, ran, and leaped as he grabbed onto the lead thug’s tongue, tugging on it and using it to help pull himself higher up the monster’s height. A startled gasp erupted between the coughing and gasping that began to die down, followed by surprised yell and grunt as Felix simply smashed his knee into the ogre's open jaw.

The monster hit the ground on his knees and hands before Felix simply landed and rolled on the grass before standing straight up. He stood before glancing at the rest of the gang. Felix began to undo his tie, loosening it before beginning to slowly wrap it around his left hand. The hunter remembers why he wore it. He had to go to work today. He kept his left fist closed, tightening the cloth wrapped around it, before his right palm remained open. Felix adjusted his footing and raised both arms, prepared for a fight with all these goons at once. The ogre slowly began to get back up, lightly touching a hand to his jaw.

“Let’s hurry up with this. I’ve got lunch waiting for me.”

His eyes flickered to the side, away from his opponents. Something caught his attention. Some kind of magic. That girl over there. There was a book held she held. Something not quite right about that. A flash of pain erupted to his side before he quickly side-stepped, too little, too late however. A gash left itself on his shirt as the lizard's tail slashed to the side of his ribs. A more blunt attack than anything, but it still hurt like hell and drew a little blood as scales met flesh. There would be scrapes and a bruise at most after this exchange was dne. Felix backed up a little, arms still raised.

Before ducking under another swing up the tail, blocking a wild haymaker from the reptile man with his right hand, and delivering a powerful blow to the underside of the croc's jaw with the clothed left hand.

It seems this would be a six versus one fight—hardly a fair fight—and yet, if Felix held any fear at that moment, he simply did not show it.

Felix’s phone restarted, recycling the playlist. It had been accidentally left on.

♪ Na Na Na Na hit me​

Interactions: Victoria - kevin

Mentions: Jude - birth of venus , Charlie - minajesty , Rhia - lvcid , Cynin - KingofAesir , Freya - Circe , Omi - erzulie , Delilah - erzulie , Dana - Athens

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[lvcid]

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rhia

valera

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outdoor dining area

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felix & vicky (mentioned, from a safe distance), cynin & charlie

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Fill kevin KingofAesir minajesty

lady of the lake

Even before Rhiannon spun away from the trash can, she was painfully aware of several sets of eyes glued to her. She almost hesitated to turn around at all—to continue on in the opposite direction instead—but her curiosity (or perhaps her innate desire for her ego to potentially be stroked) won over.

Rhiannon spotted Felix first, watching her as he passed by. She shouldn’t have been surprised—the two were friends, despite their complicated history, but the way his eyes flicked down to her mouth didn’t go unnoticed. Almost instinctually, Rhia felt her stomach erupt into butterflies because no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that she was beyond him, old habits die hard. Embarrassed, she moved her attention elsewhere before Felix could notice her shift in demeanor. Then, there was Vicky. Rhiannon wasn’t entirely sure what Vicky’s problem with her was, but it was enough to drive a wedge between them as Rhia wasn’t one to waste her time trying to convince others to like her—they either did or they didn’t, and she acted accordingly. Regardless, Rhiannon could practically feel the hatred radiating off of the witch in waves. Worse than her, though, was Charlie. He may have been a Vargulf, but if Rhiannon didn’t know any better, she’d say that the stare he was giving her was somewhat reminiscent of a lovesick puppy. She recognized that look, and it startled her.

Rhiannon would’ve given Cynin a kiss on the forehead, if only she could reach it, because her friend offered a welcome distraction from all of the sudden attention, if only for a moment’s conversation. Regardless, though Cynin’s voice would’ve sent shivers down any normal person’s spine, it caused Rhia to stop in her tracks, turning around with a smile. It was only when the other girl’s words set in that her grin faltered slightly.

”Oh,”

Rhiannon started, feeling caught.

”Not really. Only when I need to clear my head.”

She would’ve said more—probably something along the lines of,

’Or when I’m stressed out of my mind’

—but the words died in her throat at the sound of a third voice as a shadow fell over the two girls.

There Charlie was in all of his tall, dark, and handsome glory. Despite her attitude regarding him previously, Rhia held no real ill will toward him, and that’s what she hated the most about the whole situation—she’d had her heart broken one too many times, but despite that, it seemed that every time someone pretty came along, she fell back into old ruts. It was quite shameful, really.

Charlie’s hair glinted with hints of gold where the sun shone over the top of his head like some sort of halo, taunting Rhiannon. Up close, his dark eyes were warm and welcoming, and it was almost silly how intimidating Rhia found him, but then her eyes trailed down to his lips, curled up in an irritatingly charming smile, and she was reminded suddenly of just why he made her so nervous—the man was entirely too hot for his own good.

Too late, Rhiannon realized she’d been staring and that Charlie had asked a question.

”Hi,”

she managed.

”Yes! Good. I’m good.”

Rhia was close to saying we’re good, but she caught herself, not wanting to answer for Cynin. She glanced warily at the taller girl. Just as easily as Rhiannon would fall in love, Cynin was just as prone to try to scare off any person of interest. Take Felix, for example. When Rhia had been dating him, Cynin had been quite blatant with her distaste for him, though she’d ended up being right in the long run—Felix was not the one for Rhiannon. This time though, she hoped Cynin would play nice. For now, anyway.

Rhia had been doing a relatively impressive job with ignoring the gurgling of the water in her cup—a tell-tale sign of just how flustered she was, if the pink shade dusting the tips of her ears wasn’t already proof enough—but it demanded attention.

Don’t do it,

she thought, but to no avail.

The Naiad watched in horror as a spout of water erupted from the top of her metal straw and flung itself onto Charlie’s shirt.

”Shit, I’m so sorry,”

she said, lunging forward. Without thinking, Rhiannon dragged her free hand across the wet spot as if she expected her skin to somehow absorb the liquid from the fabric, then realizing her mistake, not to mention her sudden close proximity to the male, she paused, stepping back again. The blush on her ears had spread to her face now.

”I’m sorry,”

she repeated, eyebrows furrowing as her gaze fell to the ground.

”That happens sometimes.”

The ruckus created across the outdoor cafeteria created a reprieve from Rhia’s embrassement, but the relief was short-lived when Rhiannon realized who was behind it. That was one thing that she didn’t miss about dating Felix—chaos followed him where ever he went. What had he gotten himself into now?

Rhiannon

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[minajesty]

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the vargulf

charlie.

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adrenaline through the roof!

outfit

comfy & casual (no sunglasses).

location

outdoor seating, campus cafe.

interactions

rhia, felix (mainly) + anyone involved in the fight.

tags

Fill , lvcid , kevin

charlie watched as rhia melted into a beautiful mess right in front of him. he could tell that his presence affected her cool, calm, and collected demeanor. and his soft smile couldn't help but widen into a pearly white cheesy one once he noticed that the tips of her ears began to turn into a bright pink. just as he was going to speak again to calm her nerves, his voice died in his throat as he couldn't help but flicker his gaze down to the faint bubbling sound of water growing louder and more apparent in her cup. his attention was stuck on it until the contents of her cup erupted onto his shirt, some little droplets bouncing up to his face. charlie was visibly puzzled by the water's reaction and the naiad had given him a closer look, whether she meant to or not.

still, he couldn't help but let out a soft audible gasp at what just happened between them in a matter of seconds. he wasn't angered, but mostly fascinated at how her emotions were closely linked to her capabilities. and even before he could react or reassure her that everything was okay, rhia took matters into her own hands and tried wiping off the water stain that permanently painted his shirt for whenever he decided to wash it. finally, a reaction came from charlie in the form of a chuckle as rhia erupted in a fit of apologies and embarrassment.

"no no, seriously, it's okay. you're fine."

the vargulf explained, noticing that the pretty pink that painted the tips of her ears now danced across her face. god, everything about you is so beautiful, he thought to himself as he rubbed her closest shoulder in reassurance with one of his free hands.

but the clear sound of a fight breaking out in the distance stole his attention from rhia almost robotically as his head snapped up to look. from what he could make out from where he was standing, seven wsc students were about to brawl, one being felix. he hadn't paid much attention to him on campus, nor were they even close to friends, but charlie's recognition of him was enough to trigger a deep, animilistic instinct of protection. to the campus, it was a normal fight but his mind portrayed it as a war. a war he had to win.

the world has turned red around him. everyone within eyesight had faded away and all he could see was his target. charlie's body stood still, but the humanity gears in his brain were spiraling to keep steady. all human emotion was losing him as he swiftly moved away from rhia, still careful not to bump into her, and started his making his way towards the fight felix had gotten himself into.

a quick power walk turned into a sprint, the power in his feet hitting the concrete beneath him causing his muscles to contort and burn. it would've been extremely painful to charlie if he could feel it, but he was far gone. and before the vargulf had gotten too close, he leaped into the air, far from what would be considered within human ability, and exploded from your average teen boy into 200lbs of a full vargulf.

charlie's flesh and blood painted the cement floor as he landed, letting out a guttural growl as his bright yellow eyes bored through his targets. he flashed his sharp teeth at them, not as a warning, but as a sign for them to flee--almost as if he was mocking their capability to even leave. charlie knew they couldn't compare, he just liked to give his prey a chance to think they had a chance of survival. fear made them taste better.

* vargulf chawlay

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[kevin]

Victoria Rose

By now the outside dining area was full of students. A lot of them being ones Victoria recognized and some just being students she'd seen but never cared to give a place in her mind. Bashi, Dana, Omi, and more had started to dig in on their lunches and were engaged in conversation. Her attention snapped back to Felix as he walked closer to her but she noticed he wasn't walking to her but instead past her. But something changed that threw both her and him off course. She noticed something in the corner of her eye coming at her but Felix interceded before it hit her, punching the object with his left fist. As his fist came in contact with the object, a loud BANG echoed through the air and a gust of wind blew into her. She gasped loudly before looking in front of her at the metal object that was stuck in the ground. A metal railing. What the hell?

Felix came over to her, asking if she was okay. "Yes, yes I'm okay. A bit shook but I'm okay.", she said in a shaky voice. She let out a small sigh of relief but she still wanted to find out who did it. But before she could do anything, Felix set his tray and bag down asking her to watch his stuff as he put on a pair of sunglasses and made his way over to a group of six male students who were laughing. She watched as he confronted the group of no-life losers but she gasped in shock as the taller one grabbed Felix by his tie. She watched in shock and honestly fear as the two went back and forth. And then the guy who was choking him went in for a punch but instead, Felix got his hit in first, getting him right in the throat causing the guy to release Felix and gasp for air.

Victoria smiled to herself as she watched this but then the worse happened. The guy transformed into some disgusting-looking Ogre creature and his friends followed suit. Felix got some good hits in really putting in work but he started slipping and he was losing. It was a nasty 6v1 and Felix started struggling to keep up. Victoria knew she needed to help and quickly. She pulled a small book out of her bag and started flipping furiously through the pages. She found what she needed and started saying her spells in Latin and some in Italian. She muttered spell after spell and she watched happily as they got to work. The group of guys' punches started to miss Felix and two of them started tripping on each other. Felix now had better chances but the fight was getting intense.

Unbeknownst to Victoria, Charlie had made his way over to Rhia and the two were having a small conversation. She rolled her eyes as she watched the pair and she even had to stifle a laugh as Rhia sprayed water onto Charlie. What a dummy. Victoria kept her focus between Charlie and Rhia and Felix fighting. She kept muttering her spells but stopped when she noticed something off in the corner of her eye. She turned her head and saw Charlie who had now leaped into the air and transformed into a dog-like beast. She watched in awe as he landed in front of the group, showing off razor-sharp teeth in hopes of scaring off her attackers. It's about to get crazy really fast.

Mentions: Charlie - minajesty Rhia - lvcid Quick Mentions: Bashi - -ferret- Dana - Athens Omi - erzulie Interactions: Felix - Fill

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[SavannahSmiles]

mood

she was vibing now she's just confused

location

outdoor seating @ campus cafe

outfit

click for outfit

mentions

Felix, Brief mention of Charlie

tags

Fill minajesty

Lucy

Blue eyes peered down at the open book resting on the table, scanning through the typed words as Lucy brought a to-go cup to her lips and took a sip of the warm coffee she had bought with her lunch. With Fall in full-swing, the air had taken on a permanent chill, something she wasn't used to having lived in the South for most of her child and teen years. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing however, she preferred cooler temperatures anyway and she loved taking walks and appreciating the pretty colors the leaves had turned.

Placing the coffee back down, she picked up her pen and scribbled something into the notebook laid open next to her textbook, eyes flickering between what she was writing and the text. Even though her next class would be covering this chapter during the class period, she liked to read ahead and take notes that way she would be able to focus on what the teacher was saying instead of trying to read as well as pay attention to the teacher.

Setting her pen down for a moment, she flexed her hand to ease the tension that had built up from all the writing she had done. She had just picked up her coffee to take a sip when she felt a hand close tightly around her upper arm. As she was jerked harshly to her feet, she watched her coffee fall in slow-motion, the contents of the cup spilling across her textbook and notes. She had a split second to mourn her spilled beverage before she was spun around and hauled back against someone, their arm coming up to press against her throat and hold her to their body.

Lucy blinked, taking a few moments to orient herself and try and figure out what in the world was happening. The scene before her only caused her confusion to grow. From what she could gather based on what she could see, it appeared there was a fight currently in progress. Her eyes darted from person to person, taking note of who she recognized and who she didn't. There was Charlie transformed, which couldn't bode well for any of them surely. She could also see what looked like an Ogre, a scorpion person, and a lizard man.

Her eyes landed on the last person she recognized and she nearly sighed at the sight of him. It was a good thing she always carried bandages around with her because from the state Felix was in, he looked like he was going to need them.

But what still escaped her was why she was being held like a hostage. She could feel the persons chest vibrate as they presumably yelled something but she wasn't able to understand what it was they were saying or know if they were speaking to her or the group at large. Lucy squirmed, not liking this situation one bit but all that resulted in was the persons arm constricting across her throat, causing an involuntary yelp to tear from her throat as she instinctively stilled, her hands jerking up to try and pull the persons arm away from her throat as her face scrunched up in a frown.

nine lives

 

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  Interactions - Fill [Felix], SavannahSmiles [Lucy] Mentions - minajesty [Charlie], kevin [Victoria]
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

Freya

The Erinys

Bimbos with high ponytails passed her while she was making her leave. Freya scoffed, and kept walking, the mere sight of them made her skin crawl with vexation. She was the star tennis player on campus, whether people liked it or not, her dexterous skill was unmatched. She had entire decades on most of these girls—or men, even. Sounds of practice and laughter emanated from the courtyard, still able to hear it clearly despite being further away. She revealed oddly sharp canines, as her lips curled in contempt.

After drooping her head, she reached behind to unclasp the velvet choker around her neck, fingers trembling slightly, inches away from it. She closed her eyes, and took a slow, deep breath of cool air. Most often than not, taking the choker of concealment off was easy. Other times, she found it incredibly difficult. Bitter thoughts of the past would overtake her, the blood would begin to boil in her veins with her growing fury, and she would experience nothing but the unkind feelings she reserved for no one other than herself. Cut it out.

A few beats passed passed before she was able to unclasp the godsdamn thing. Around her, the tall oaks trembled and shook, the wind became unsettled. Throwing her head back, she allowed the horrible bliss to consume her. Protruding from behind her, were bat-shaped wings considerable in size, and of the blackest obsidian. Freya stood at five foot four, relatively short for someone with her ferocity. When she stretched her wings, she would cast a massive shadow over the greater part of her surroundings and not many could withstand the moment she took flight.

The young Erinys tilted her head up into the blue sky, and within the next moment, she propelled herself into the air. A tempestuous wind swept over the place she once stood, flattening the grass and stirring up dust. Stuffing the choker into a pocket, she took off toward the direction of the cafe. By now, she was famished.

As she neared her destination, a familiar sensation passed over her entire body, as goosebumps prickled her skin. Almost making her stop mid-flight, and turn around. It was bothersome, to say the least. Usually, she could dull the sensation, but with him—a mortal with enough rage to match her own, it was incredibly hard. Freya could always feel him, to some extent. She could feel him now. Existing.

She halted. Something was happening in the distance. Too far away for her peers to notice her, with her divine vision, she noticed there were six people crowded around someone, Freya squinted in annoyance. Was that….Felix? Behind him, a lad who looked like Charlie charged from a table with some of her friends. The beating of her wings quickened, as she glided forward.

It took her no longer than a few seconds to close in on her friends and foes. Freya remained above them—where she belonged, eyes of cold steel gazing down at her prey as if she were a twisted angel. A shadow crept over them and the seating area, as she levitated behind the brutes. A monolith blocking the shining sun.

Freya quickly took in the situation. It was utter chaos, and not the kind that she liked. And it looked like one of the ugly lads had taken hold of a girl with strawberry blonde hair. It took Freya a second to realize this was her roommate, Lucy. When she did, she took a deep, furious inhale. Who did they think they were? Manhandling her roommate like some common whore. She wouldn’t have it. “Is there a problem here?” Freya asked, voice seeping poison, lightly accented in Glaswegian. She pulled the gym bag over her head with grace, and dropped it to the ground. “All I wanted, was to enjoy a nice meal after practice.”

“Bite off a bit more than you can chew, love?” Her eyes flickered to Felix, then back to the students who had taken on different forms even more hideous than before, all of them humanoid; a lizard man; an ogre; a scorpion; another one with razor sharp teeth and slimy grey skin, resembling a shark; and a tarantula with black hairs thick as fur, haphazardly sprouting from his skin. The boys seemed to be stumbling, missing the majority of the punches thrown. Freya knew the work of her dear friend, Victoria when she saw it.


As she hovered above them all, the last one eluded her with his tall form. The blood in her veins started to heat up, bubble and boil. Freya outstretched a clawed hand, concentrating on the scorpion—he seemed the most deadly with his stinging tail swinging about. She lifted her head upwards in punitive glory. “You’re done here. Go to sleep.”

She could see the blood flowing in his veins, but she wanted it to slow down. The scorpion’s head shot upward, and he started to open his mouth to speak, to no avail. The sudden drop in his blood pressure, reduced his blood flow, lessening the oxygen going to his brain. Within seconds he dropped to the ground in a heap.

Freya lowered herself to the ground, stirring up a minor wind storm. She pulled her wings to her back, clasping the choker around her neck. She didn’t need to go all out for these losers.Those around her would close their eyes, with a single blink, only to see a seemingly normal human standing in her place. The only aspect of her true form that remained were the sharp, obsidian black claws protruding from her fingertips. “Let’s get this over with. I’m famished.”

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[Athens]

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Who will protect you?

The conversation with his mom loopd in Tiago’s head often. The human mother lecturing her self-sacrificing son in an all too human manner. In another life, maybe it had the intended effect. Maybe in an alternate universe, Maria has a perfectly human son to give her lectures to. Perhaps she didn't have to give one at all.

Because her son was human.

But Tiago wasn't human. Not really. He was a chimera of himself and a spirit. Their beings melding into one and leaving Tiago a jumbled, self-sacrificing mess.

Maria didn't know that her son was a supernatural being, or that he couldn't control his proclivity for danger. She simply saw her son that she wanted to live a happy and healthy life.

Tee hoped he could manage that this semester.

Despite his familiarity with Wollstonecraft and its students, Tiago wasn't very close with anyone; it was intentional. When Tiago had free time, he was either boxing, pranking, or keeping to himself. He had a good time with the people around him, but rarely let it get past acquaintances to prevent any more soul ties. It didn't stop the danger senses though.

With the semester well under way, Tiago's more extroverted nature was eager from interaction, and seeing familiarity faces near the dining hall had him heading towards the pavilion with a laid back gait. He'd eaten inside but still had quite a bit of time before his next class.

A lot of the faces were familiar to him, but not close, and so he headed for the first face that caught his eye tucked against the wall. He was speaking before he could second guess himself,

“Fighting Jude, how's it hanging?”

Jude and Tiago were friends first. He liked her energy and felt like the two got each other despite their differences in demeanor. Tiago hoped they could maintain some kind of friendship, but he also wasn't sure where Jude stood with him after he broke up with her.

He was hesitant to ask. Lest it made things unnecessarily awkward.

Setting up on the wall next to her, Tiago turned his head to speak to Jude as she are her lunch.

“I know your party’s approaching, but do you need extra hands with set-up? I’m always available to do grunt work or make drinks,”

Tiago offered with a slight grin and placating jazz fingers.

“Your parties are one of the main highlights of Wollstonecraft, and I am humbly offering my services.”

Tiago would've continued, but before he could utter a word, his body lit up like a live wire, and he was scanning the courtyard for the danger. Life made it easy for him as a fight broken out between some of his “friends” and some brutish looking dudes. And leading the circus was none other than Felix Martinez, the new guy.

“Shit. He's just asking for disciplinary action,”

Tiago narrowed his eyes, watching intently and showing no signs of jumping in. If his powers weren't urging him to play hero, then Tiago was fine where he was.

“I thought the fighting would chill out a bit this year — no offense.”

Tiago said the last bit with a bit of a laugh, crossing his arms.

“You gonna join in or sit this one out. It might be hard to argue self-defense if you do.”

I'm Just a Kid

Simple Plan

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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rhia

valera

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felix (mentioned, from a safe distance), charlie

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Fill minajesty

lady of the lake

As she watched Charlie charge into the fight, Rhiannon could still feel the lingering effects of his hand on her shoulder. It was such a small thing—seemingly meaningless, save for serving as an innocent sign of reassurance—but he’d been so warm in contrast to her perpetually cool skin, even through the fabric of her cardigan. The heat had spread from his fingers as they danced along her arm, leaving invisible fire in their wake.

If Felix gave Rhia butterflies, then Charlie set birds loose inside of her, their wings fluttering against her ribcage.

Then, Charlie exploded, and the birds stilled.

Rhiannon felt it, something wet splattering against her ankle. Looking down, she saw a trail of red seeping down into her shoe, and when she looked up, there was nothing but a pile of bloody, mangled flesh on the ground where Charlie had once been. Suddenly, that spot of water on his shirt didn’t seem that bad.

Hand flying to her mouth, Rhia’s strangled gasp was drowned out by a loud, collective hiss as the sprinklers scattered across the dining area’s lawn whirred to life, dousing everything and everyone within reach, much to the dismay of her peers. The Naiad couldn’t care less about the grumbles and complaints of her unsuspecting classmates, though—her wide eyes were trained unwaveringly on the fight happening across the way.

Usually, Rhiannon was all too eager to make a quiet exit any time things went south—she preferred to watch chaos unfold from a safe distance as opposed to finding herself trapped in the midst of it—but this wasn’t something she wanted to play spectator to. The sooner this was over, the better, and besides, Felix clearly needed all the help he could get.

So much for studying.

With a sigh, the Naiad shrugged off her backpack, placing it on the ground at her feet, followed by her cup. Then, closing her eyes, Rhia lifted an arm out in either direction, focusing on the water haphazardly slinging throughout the space. All at once, the relentless streams paused midair as if waiting for Rhiannon’s next command. With a flick of her wrists, the drops of liquid converged to form a massive wave, sweeping through the crowd of onlookers with little regard to those in its path and coming to surround Rhia as a shield of sorts, protecting her from anyone who dared to get too close as she crossed the space between herself and the scuffle, her gaze already locked onto her target.

As Rhiannon neared, she flung her hands out, and the water answered her call, surging forward and enveloping the arachnid-like man in a water spout. Spiders were easy to kill—submerge them for long enough and they’d drown without putting up much of a fight, and Rhia could only hope that the brawl would resolve itself before it got to that point, as the last thing she wanted to do that day was pay a visit to the Headmaster’s office over a murder. She was steadfast in her task, though; any time she felt the tarantula man struggle against his watery prison, she tightened its hold on him, further narrowing the walls of his cell.

The isty bitsy spider wasn’t getting out of this water spout on Rhiannon’s watch.

Rhiannon

♡coded by uxie♡