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Fantasy Randalla Academy of Perils [IC]

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Yakom011001

Archetype of Steel
Luce was taken aback by how everyone filled into the dormitory with his lead. He'd done so really only to help out his new friend; she seemed so deathly afraid of the situation; some reassurance was an order. It made his ego swell up a tad. Oh hell yea, that's right; your leader has arrived. That's what you get with +5 charisma. He huffed a little in an attempt to stifle his laugh. I'm fuckin' stupid. The people following into the room each introduced themselves, though there were a number of them who seemed to miss their upperclassmens' advice about not being edgy loners and left to find their rooms without saying a word. First up was Miss Brynhildr, the small little bean Miss Rivera following up. Though, Luce's attention began to thin out for a moment when he caught one of the group staring. It was that smaller girl from Pincil. He did just introduce himself, unfortunately it seemed like she recognized the name. He felt his cheeks flush out just that little bit of red at her eyes peering at him so intently.

"I'm Barb Andilet, from Pincil. It's nice to meet you all." She gave, not some moments after seemingly snapping herself out of her own stupor.

The way she specified that she was from Pincil signaled something to Luce, that he was going to be answering a lot of her questions soon enough. In fact, the first question followed close behind her introduction.

"Forgive me, Luce was it? You wouldn't happen to be from Vencil, would you?" Luce couldn't help but recoil the slightest bit. He instinctively brought his left hand up to his chest while he massaged it with his right.

"How'd you guess?" He chuckled nervously, before attempting to sidestep the issue. "Small time metallurgy, nothing big," He flicked his left wrist dismissively. "Y'know, actu--"


"A pleasure to meet you all! I am Niklaus Nachtigall, though Klaus is preferable! I do hope we can all be acquainted soon! Remember my name, and I'll remember yours!"

It was a rather brash and brazen interruption and introduction, although polite. He made a point to note the class' limited time frame. He was right, they had not long to settle in a bit before it was time to truly begin. Luce crept around while everyone's attention was on Mister Nachtigall, making for the stairs.

"Good deal, lad," Luce called to Mister Nachtigall from halfway up the stairs. "I should probably get myself situated soon, and out of these rags." He alluded to his extremely baggy cloak he wore to fight the cold. Underneath he had a great deal of stuff he was carrying, close to ninety pounds or more; he must've looked much bigger than he actually was.

Having dismissed himself from the crowd downstairs, he took to the second floor. He glanced around all the rooms and their numbers. Thirteen, yeah that'll do it. He stepped through the door as he undid his cloak. It dropped to the floor with a clank, a number of tools and instruments having been tucked away inside. Underneath, he wore a rather tight shirt that showed off just how much all that forge work did for his shoulders and biceps. Of course, the biceps were still hidden just that little bit: he started undoing many, many belts as on those belts were even more instruments. Pliers and channel locks, hammers of different shapes, pins, rivets, nuts, bolts. He was a walking workshop. He'd made his work the near entirety of his life, he couldn't leave it behind. No matter how much it weighed him down. Still, there was one thing he had, something to call his own. On his back was a large, rectangular, leathered case: there was a bed in the room he laid it down gently on. A stark contrast to the tools now strewn about the room, he handled this case with a delicacy he showed more so to people.

Opening up the case, inside there was an instrument; not like his forging tools, no. This instrument was made for something else. This was a saxophone, not a very well known instrument, as the average metallurgist hasn't the skills to really find a proper curve in the bell to make one. The rods and padding even more complicated than that. This one had Luce's name engraved on it, it was rather high on his list of his proudest accomplishments. Lifting it out of it's case and laying it back on the bed to its beside, he then lifted the felt lining of the case. Under the lining was actually a long, bright red cardigan with a black lining, as well as several black ribbons and a black half-sleeve with knives resting inside. Lifting them out of the case, he slipped them on. He felt a warmth in the cloak, a sad one. Dæmien. Like this, it still feels like you're holding me. He rolled up the right sleeve, keeping the left one low; an ache threatening to take over his left arm. He slipped the half sleeve over his forearm, feeling over the veining of the quill shaped knives with his fingertips. He took the ribbons into his hands and tied them around his elbows, and one around his neck. He felt himself twitch. A pair of phantom lips kissing at his neck, just over the ribbon. Angela, always such a tease, lass.

Looking over to his saxophone, he heard a song creep into his mind; and he let that melody fill into his head. And the memory that followed close behind.

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He didn't know then, those few months ago, but Luce didn't have all that much time to spend with them left.

"Angela, chill out, love," Luce chastised her as he left the forge, sax case in hand. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Pincil isn't that far away, a day's travel is nothing. Besides, it would've gone faster if you helped me look for my saxophone."

"Luce, honey. You know that light magic is far to bright for that."

"Pfft, you're just a lazy sack of shit." Luce teased.

"Oh, have I been figured out?" Angela giggled at what would've normally been a rather hostile statement.

They were off to see Damien at the edge of town, as he'd been preparing a carriage for them to make the trek to Pincil. What for? Well, let's say, Luce's father had been loosening his grip on him slowly for the past year or so, considering how fast Luce had become at finishing his work. Now Luce had the chance to do something he'd wanted to for some time. Preform in Pincil, and not just anywhere, but in The Shell. See, Pincil was a city basked in tourism for many reasons, the food, the gambling, the--well--the sex work, but most notably the music. That's why The Shell was built, a large metal stage with the shape of a turtle shell, created as the pinnacle of acoustic amplification. It sat closed in the town square rather often, since it's rather complicated shape made it difficult to open. In fact, whenever any large or notable individuals request to play, Luce or his father actually need to go open it up for them; they'd built it together, and it makes them basically the only people who know how. Though, for the past while, it's been only Luce making the trip whenever it's been needed. Always for other people, but not today.

"Hey there, sexy!" A voice called to Luce as he turned the corner.

"Damien, I take it you've set us up?" Angela asked as she approached, giving him a kiss.

"Of course, babe. Didn't want to keep you waiting like someone else might." Damien gave a sly smirk to Luce.

"I'll kill you," Luce laughed, sharing a kiss and a hug with Damien himself. That was until he felt a hand on his ass. "Hey!" He swatted it aside. "You could at least wait for us to get on the road this time! Don't forget how late we were last time because of you." Luce pointed an accusatory finger at him.

They were off to Pincil for one reason, because Luce was tired of always opening that shell for other people. He wanted to preform in there; that's exactly what he was going to do, he was hijacking that shell. The three of them had been inspired by Tass. A famous musician, though he wasn't very well known by that name. See, he was illiterate, but despite that fact he always made it a point to sign his own name on his promotional material, garbage handwriting and all. People actually ended up calling him Jazz, and it stuck. Jazz's music was something interesting and bold that hadn't really been done before, and it made Luce want to get out there and do his thing even more than before. He just couldn't wait.

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Luce had been humming the song with a shaky voice for some time. He... remembered how exciting it was. He played around with the rings on his two ring fingers: the left being black with a red centre stripe, and the left being red with a black centre stripe. He had a thought, what if Miss Andilet had been in the audience that day? No, of course not. Surely if she was, she'd've recognized him faster.

I should... probably get back down there.

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Nina glanced as a great deal of others joined her and Luce's conversation. Some more friendlier than others, she decided she wouldn't add much after they spoke. Group conversations made her nervous, she wasn't very good at dividing her attention among multiple people or sounds. Too many things going on at once scared her, it made her chest feel tight and her head spin. In situations like this she preferred to space out until it was safe again. Lucky her, it seemed like there was only introductions exchanged and surface level conversation. She could stop listening without consequence.

Then a loud presence commanded the attention of everyone inside with a bold introduction. A charismatic fellow called Klaus. The grip on the hem of her jacket tightened slightly. She had almost jumped at the loud and sudden nature of his arrival, and it left her feeling sort of uneasy. Yet it was something she could appreciate. Commanding an audience like that was impressive, she just hoped he never did that again. He did make some points, they were all on borrowed time. And she figured this was the best time to rid herself of her luggage. And retreating to a safe room from everything going on out here, would be ideal. Nina gave everyone a polite nod, as she quickly retreated from the kitchen area. She headed to the dorm labeled '8'. Eight was her lucky number after all.

She quickly shut the door and sighed, reveling in her alone time. She dropped her luggage, a single sack that was strapped along her back and whatever was in her pockets. She didn't feel like unpacking though. She just wanted to get all of this weight off of her before she started feeling like she was going to suffocate. The sack hit the ground with a soft thud. Her cream colored coat followed after. The embroidery in the hem of the jacket and cuffs was no longer visible thanks to the dirt that stained a large portion of the jacket. Nina glanced down at the dirty jacket and smiled a little, stifling a small giggle. Mother would have fainted if she saw that jacket in this state.

Nina wore a thick black turtleneck under her jacket. She pulled at the collar a bit. The collar was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, everything was starting to make her feel uncomfortable. She couldn't tell if her surroundings were the problem or if she was. She swallowed a bit and tensed up, maybe this feeling will go away with familiarity. Nina glanced at the sack in the ground and sat down near it, pulling it into her lap and going through it. She mostly stuffed some clothes in there but she also brought a brush. Her parents were really rushing for her to get out… Nina's smile fell a bit before it twisted into a look of confusion as she noticed something she had packed in her bag.

Nina pulled on a string like object, uncovering a simple necklace hiding under one of her shirts. It had the familiar silhouette of a dove carved out of silver and attached to a regular string. There was also a small slip of paper tied on it. Nina almost laughed, but her voice was cracking up from the tears that we're kinda welling in her eyes. She immediately knew that this was from her brother. She had recently broken the silver chain that the dove had originally been on and it had kind of bummed her out for a while. She carefully untied the paper around the string and read the brief message left from her twin.

' totally fixed it. you're welcome. ' There was also a badly drawn doodle of Markus Lee giving a thumbs up with an unimpressed expression. That was so like him. Nina tried to put the necklace on but there was nowhere to clasp and unclasp it. And the string wasn't long enough to fit over her head. Nina bursted into a fit of giggles at that, her mood was successfully lifted. With that, she got herself together and headed back out to wait for the upperclassmen.

Mentions;
Locations; The Obsidian Dormitory
Mood; Moody as hell, first she was overwhelmed, then kinds relieved, then sad, then happy. She's pretty content now.
 

SilverFeathers

Ruler of the Sky

Curious Questions

Date
Year 607, September 1st

Time
Early Morning

Location
Randalla Academy - The Obsidian Dormitory

Mentions
Everyone
Many of the other students trickled into the dorm out of curiosity and fatigue, whilst some of the others chose to wait for all the fuss to be over, leaning idly against the stone walls of the dormitory or sitting down on flat earth. Naturally, with how many students there were, being a full class of thirty, it was quite lively whether you were outside or inside. However, comparing this class to one of an ordinary schools, there were some astute differences. Many were visibly tired, or in poor health in some way or another, with red, sunken eyes or bruises/injuries and thin bodies. But, at the same time, those many seemed to have sharp, or otherwise, determined-looking eyes.

A pair of similar-looking students, likely siblings, could be seen sitting just beside the front door, with the shorter brother leaning against his taller sister as they rested. A trio of friends excitedly wandered every inch of the dormitory, peeking through hallways and excitedly chatting about finally arriving here, with slight mentions of their home village in South Quidor. One leaned against the other as they explored, likely having a problem walking due to an injury. A woman with glasses had seated herself on a cushion beside the sofas, likely being courteous to those who need the sofa more, and was reading a book on magic fundamentals with serious eyes. All in all, the class seemed quite harmonious and lively, though fatigued, with no conflict in sight just yet. Though, perhaps things would change when people were well-rested and fed, with ambitions and clashing personalities coming out to play.

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Around fourty minutes later, if one were to look outside one of the frontal facing windows of the Obsidian Dormitory, they would notice that their class's pair of Guidance Mentors had returned from their errands. Though still garbed in their uniforms, they looked more relaxed and leisurely than before, seemingly chatting casually as they approached.


"Hello again! Sorry for the hasty farewell earlier, it wouldn't have been good for us to keep the headmistress waiting. I hope you all have been settling in alright."

Rebecca smiled sweetly, addressing the group outside before lightly knocking on the dormitory's door. Whether the door was opened or not, she continued, though with a slightly louder voice so that those inside could hear her too.

"We're setting off in about ten or fifteen minutes! Try and let everyone in their rooms know! But, if you have any questions to ask beforehand, now would be a good time. For example, concerns about the facilities here, where the nearest shops are, uniforms, etc."

Rebecca trailed off, clasping her hands together before turning towards Nefer as he began speaking.

"It's also fine to ask about those mundane things later, if you have questions about your first class, who's teaching you and what to expect, you can ask that now instead. Though, if you want to keep all that a surprise, that's fine too."

He yawned slightly, though there was a glint of pride in his eyes that his pink-haired friend didn't hesitate to point out.

"And here I thought you were reluctant to be a Guidance Mentor~"

"Hah. I just want to do a better job than the mentors that taught me. Our class was so stressed that first month..."

"Ah, understandable. The first month somewhere new is always the rockiest."

The pair continued to chat idly like old friends, though their attentions facing their juniors were keen and amicable.
 

Folklore

𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮
Rich Bitch.
location
Obsidian Dorm.
mood
Excited, Triumphant, but also kinda peeved.
outfit
riding leathers with a black bear pelt clipped to her shoulder.
mentions
Khestri Belmont.

It didn't take long for Khestri to come back downstairs. The debate of changing her outfit raged on the entire time she was up there, staring up at her ceiling. The triumph of making it up the mountain clung to her like the finest of silk and instead of reveling in it, she was... deciding on an outfit? The method was clear: a swift coin flip to decide the fate of her fashion for the day. In the end, the answer was no. She didn't have time to pamper herself anyway, and dirtying another outfit with her stank body. The realization that she stunk had jump-started her to action, grabbing a perfume from her bag and spraying small amount and hoping for the best. It was her favorite scent and she would not be wasting it in the first month.

A fast-paced strut carried her down the steps, her head held high and her shoulders back. The people she passed were gazed at inquisitively, and a few more met her smile. She passed a few talking about the split nation of Quidor. Her interest in the subject heightened, and the majority of the time was spent with her popping some questions to the two of them, asking them what they knew. The country—or countries—were curious. She didn't know much about it, since Ruiyol was quite a distance away, and any news about it was scattered and barely anything. Tiny morsels of information, mostly about the economy. Never anything that would actually interest her.

The conversation ticked on for a couple of minutes, with questions becoming more and more nosy, before Khestri split from the convo with a vibrant farewell and a stroll away. They didn't offer her much, and so she let the trio go about their exploring. Finally making her way down the stairs and into the common room, Khestri sought Asteria, hoping the girl hadn't gotten into mischief without her. Before she could find her, however, there was a knock at the door. Khestri took long strides to reach it and swung it open, only to lean away from the girl—Rebecca, was it?—as she began to speak loudly in her direction.

"What a relief! I do have a few questions," Khestri said as she slid out of the dorms to talk to them. She let them talk a moment, her nerves making her smile seem a bit more strained as they kept talking. "When are we getting our uniforms?" If she had missed them somewhere that would be embarrassing. "And the shops? What kinds? Price range, selection?" Khestri caressed her bear pelt. She hadn't really thought about how she would supply herself while up here. The walk up here would be dangerous for her parents to send her anything, and she would need to send them a letter to tell them. What a disaster. How was she supposed to get the clothing she couldn't pack? Mountains upon mountains of clothing she wouldn't be able to wear for years? The horror.
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It didn't take long for Khestri to come back downstairs. The debate of changing her outfit raged on the entire time she was up there, staring up at her ceiling. The triumph of making it up the mountain clung to her like the finest of silk and instead of reveling in it, she was... deciding on an outfit? The method was clear: a swift coin flip to decide the fate of her fashion for the day. In the end, the answer was no. She didn't have time to pamper herself anyway, and dirtying another outfit with her stank body. The realization that she stunk had jump-started her to action, grabbing a perfume from her bag and spraying small amount and hoping for the best. It was her favorite scent and she would not be wasting it in the first month.

A fast-paced strut carried her down the steps, her head held high and her shoulders back. The people she passed were gazed at inquisitively, and a few more met her smile. She passed a few talking about the split nation of Quidor. Her interest in the subject heightened, and the majority of the time was spent with her popping some questions to the two of them, asking them what they knew. The country—or countries—were curious. She didn't know much about it, since Ruiyol was quite a distance away, and any news about it was scattered and barely anything. Tiny morsels of information, mostly about the economy. Never anything that would actually interest her.

The conversation ticked on for a couple of minutes, with questions becoming more and more nosy, before Khestri split from the convo with a vibrant farewell and a stroll away. They didn't offer her much, and so she let the trio go about their exploring. Finally making her way down the stairs and into the common room, Khestri sought Asteria, hoping the girl hadn't gotten into mischief without her. Before she could find her, however, there was a knock at the door. Khestri took long strides to reach it and swung it open, only to lean away from the girl—Rebecca, was it?—as she began to speak loudly in her direction.

"What a relief! I do have a few questions," Khestri said as she slid out of the dorms to talk to them. She let them talk a moment, her nerves making her smile seem a bit more strained as they kept talking. "When are we getting our uniforms?" If she had missed them somewhere that would be embarrassing. "And the shops? What kinds? Price range, selection?" Khestri caressed her bear pelt. She hadn't really thought about how she would supply herself while up here. The walk up here would be dangerous for her parents to send her anything, and she would need to send them a letter to tell them. What a disaster. How was she supposed to get the clothing she couldn't pack? Mountains upon mountains of clothing she wouldn't be able to wear for years? The horror.
 
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Spoiled Bread

The Lord of the Uneaten
UNA

Following the others as they each dispersed into their own room, Una wondered which room she should take. She probably would like the scenery provided by the top floor but the bottom floor had easier access to the front door. The girl wandered back and forth in the corridor as she pondered the question before she finally decided to settle with room #6. Practicality above everything! That's what her father teach her all this time
Though he also wrestled a bear just because he's bored so maybe she needs to think through most of his other advices. She pulled a knife from her pocket and carved her name onto the front door before entering the room.

It was a simple room. There's only basic furnitures inside but it was more than enough for Una, it would be perfect if she had her own fireplace though. Still, she was happy with what she got and started to unload the leather bag she had been carrying. The bag was filled with miscellaneous but she did carried a few items that she consider to be important. Her bagpipe was put on the desk, it's her biggest and most prized possession so she might make a special shelve for it later. Next she pulled out a long fishing line and spread it on the desk, it was made from the sinew of a glacier whale and had helped her catch countless fishes ever since she was allowed to hold the fishing rod. Ah, yes, the rod. She might need to find a good wood to make a new one. The last item would be her walking stick, it's a simple but sturdy wooden stick that her father gave before she depart. It pulled her through thick layer of snow, parts away dense foliage, substituted a paddle and even detered a beast from attacking her during the climb, the stick was simply awesome. She leaned it against the wall.

Having her inventory sorted, Unaa decided to pass the time by walking around the building. She wanted to sleep, yes, but she also knows that she's a heavy sleeper and if she fell asleep now she might not make it to the first class. The girl ended up sitting on a fallen log just in front of the building, using her own knees as a table while she jotted down some of her new experience into her journal.

...

Una joined her classmates as their guidance mentors returned with seemingly more relaxed attitude and more prepared to handle the situation. She kept silent at the back of the group while listening to the mentors' banter and tried to make some sense from it, though Una's eyes immediately lit up when they offered to answer any questions from the students. She slowly raised her hand and waited until the mentors finished answering other questions and had their attention truly directed at her before she let out her inquiry.

"The four people who got thrown the cliff. Are they not students?" Una state her question slowly. Not because she thought the other wouldn't be able to catch the meaning but because she was aware of how often she unintentionally left her sentences unfinished or how she make her conversation partners hanging. She's slowly working on it. Anyway, that particular event, the what and why of it really piqued her interest. She wonders if she must be wary of the teachers too and carries her knife everywhere just in case a staff decided to do the same to her.

SilverFeathers SilverFeathers
 

SilverFeathers

Ruler of the Sky

Curious Questions 2

Date
Year 607, September 1st

Time
Early Morning

Location
Randalla Academy - The Obsidian Dormitory

Mentions
Everyone
Rebecca smiled idly at the young woman that greeted her at the door. She recognized her, though only faintly, since she was one of the louder ones when Nefer and she had just walked over to greet their new class. Her golden eyes wandered behind the woman wearing a bear pelt, searching for her other equally loud friend out of curiosity. But, her movements soon stopped as she spoke.

"What a relief! I do have a few questions. When are we getting our uniforms? And the shops? What kinds? Price range, selection?"
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Instantly, Rebecca had a bit more of an insight into what kind of student this was.


"Hm, since you are only the second full class of students to arrive, it will take a while for uniforms to begin to be tailored. Later on, when all first years are settled in, a form will be sent out to each dormitory for uniform size requirements and the like, so don't expect one anytime soon. For now, it is perfectly fine to just wear casual clothes. You'll be wearing them most of the time anyway... Uniforms are usually reserved for more important events, like assemblies, competitions, formal expeditions, etc."

Rebecca explained amicably, before grabbing Nefer's arm and pulling him over.

"What do you want?" He asked irritably, though he went along with her movements anyway.

"Just model for me." Rebecca replied with a cheeky smile, before standing upright after tidying up Nefer's slacking attire.

Though a bit difficult to discern from afar, Rebecca was garbed in a formal black dress with a gathered skirt that fell to her knees. More obvious to the eye however, was the red overcoat that covered most of the dress, with silver-buttoned lapels and a dark belt that wrapped around the waist. Both the sleeves of the dress and overcoat were long, reaching all the way to the wrist. A small sunstone-themed brooch rested on her collar, with matching cufflinks. The rest of her legs were covered in thick black tights, that led to red and black formal boots. And finally, a short, detachable, fur-lined cloak rested on her shoulders.

Nefer was very much dressed in a similar outfit, cloak, boots and all, with some minor differences. The black dress and tights was replaced with a similar-coloured suit, with a slightly-wonky tie that peeked out from his long red overcoat, which reached lower than Rebecca's. His brooch and cufflinks were also instead pearl-themed, and glistened contrastingly to Rebecca's sunstone ones.


"Quite a warm-looking outfit no? It's great for the wintry weather you'll experience most of the time here. But! Don't worry! In Summer, or just whenever you're feeling too hot, you are free to detach the cloak, and/or do away with the tights and overcoat. You'll be surprised how much of a temperature change it gives."

Rebecca smiled excitedly, quite enjoying the fashion show, whilst Nefer secretly loosened his tie with a look of indifference.

"Oh, and in terms of shops... Hm, I hate to spoil the mood, but for the kind of clothes shops you're looking for, the closest is at least 2-3 hours away of travel from here, in a valley town down south known as Lanche. Fortunately, a mountain pass nearby known as Reil's Descent leads there quite easily. Perhaps you've seen it, or traveled through it, on your way here."

"And, in terms of shops... you'll likely have to do some exploring of Lanche yourself. The only clothing stores I can remember off the top of my head are Shinie and Ruby Threads, the former being more pricey than the latter, though it has more to choose from. Lanche is the usual place students will visit in their spare time, so all sorts of shops and things can be found there. Prices are quite affordable and catered towards students, since we're a large part of why this mountain range is now inhabitable."


Rebecca explained briefly, though internally she prayed that it was enough to satiate the brown-haired woman's curiosity. She hadn't been to Lanche in a good while, so her memory of it was a little rough.

"The four people who got thrown the cliff. Are they not students?"

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Rebecca paused a little at the blue-eyed girl's question, but before she could speak up, Nefer put a hand on her shoulder and interjected.

"They were not. Like you might have heard the Headmistress say, they were fakes."

He explained roughly, though his silverish eyes seemed particularly piercing at this moment. Perhaps noticing the confusion on some students' faces, he continued slowly.

"...Well, considering how you all are here, I'm sure you understand how easy it is to get into this academy right? You just fill in an application form, add a picture of your face, and arrive here on time for your first day. Naturally, I'm sure you understand the hardest part is not the application process, but the trek here, right?"

His eyes scoured the surroundings in a lazy manner, watching a few students nod their heads here and there.

"So... what do you think it means when someone doesn't fill in an application form, but makes the trek here anyway?"

"And, instead of asking the teacher here for an application form, they just sit down and start chatting with everyone else like any other new student?"

"Sure, you could say that the forms and picture were lost along the way here, or something like that... but considering the number of those we get every year... isn't it a little suspicious? Our mailing system is known to be very clean and efficient too, considering students here are able to send letters home whenever they wish, even to the farthest corners of Aralis."


Nefer chuckled dryly for a moment, before continuing.

"So, it's quite simple really. These fake students are spies, sent from the many different nobilities, clans, royalty of the nations that inhabit this continent. Afterall, who doesn't want a piece of the pie that is Randalla Academy? Our battle strength is unmatched... and there is no nation that does not crave military power. These fake students, want to be able to slip away without knowledge, and not be questioned for their absence, which is made possible through their lack of registration form."

"Headmistress Belladonna knows this, of course. But she has turned a blind eye to this for many years, considering there has never been much of an issue with their spying. And it is a hard issue to tackle, as there is too many of them to flush out reliably, without damaging the already-stable structure of the academy."

"At least, until last year's incident... this was the case."

"Because last year... a spy was found to have laid a bomb in the center of the academy, which killed her last close kin..."


"Nefer, enough."

"It was a tragedy that the Headmistress very quickly covered up. Perhaps to some extent, to save Randalla Academy's face. But also, to try and continue to show how impenetrable and powerful Randalla is, to prevent other nations from getting other ideas..."

"Nefer!"

"Why? Is it because you lost your brother that day too-"

"NEFER!"

Rebecca screeched, like a wild beast that her tail stepped on. The fury in her golden eyes was immistakable, as she gripped Nefer's collar with both hands.

Nefer gazed at her calmly, without resistance.


"You're not the only one that lost someone that day, Rebecca."

He spoke calmly, carefully breaking down the tense mood that had overcome the area.

"They're not children. As much as you want to 'pamper' them as such. Ignorance is not bliss, you know that. They deserved to know, as new students."

Rebecca's hands trembled at his words, as Nefer lightly used his own to loosen her grip.

"You're bleeding again, by the way."

Nefer spoke quietly, as his eyes glazed over the wet patch on the side of her dress, by her waist. The uniform made it hard to see bloody colours, but his experience made the sight and scent of blood immistakable.

"I'll be fine... let's send them off first."

Rebecca replied with a sigh, before turning back towards the group with a smile that seemed both fragile and strong.

"Any more questions?"
 

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It was being made increasingly clear to Nina that she shouldn't just stand around awkwardly while she waited. She remembered what that student mentor mentioned about getting to know each other and decided she should introduce herself to a few more people. Or atleast one. Nina put her hands on her hjp and looked around the room, her eyes lingering on a woman with glasses and long black hair. She seemed preoccupied with a book. A familiar book that Nina quickly recognized. Before she knew it, she was quickly making her way over to the woman.

"Is that The Fundamentals of Magic by Oscar Petigrue?" She questioned crouching down in front of the startled woman. She paused and lowered the book from her eyes. She gave Nina a suspicious gaze, there were hints of amusement in the girl's eyes though. Nina immediately averted her eyes.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"Calm down, I'm not gonna bite." She interrupted, a bit of a laugh in her voice. She closed her book and leaned forwards a bit. It seems she decided that Nina was harmless.

"I'm Lillianna. From Aralis. My friends call me Lily." She extended her arm for a handshake. Nina took it hesitantly, her expression morphing into confusion.

"But we're all from-? Oh." Nina stumbled over her words, realizing that Lily was joking. Lily snickered a little as Nina's cheeks heated up. Nina thought she was pretty when she smiled. Her gaze immediately went to the floor, as Lily continued speaking. They spent the rest of the time talking about the book she was reading. Nina even managed to make eye contact with her again.

Some time passed and the guidance counselors had returned. Nina focused her attention back on them, she listened to what they said with a neutral look. It seemed pretty standard and reasonable, she looked around at some of the other students to see their expressions. She wasn't very glad that the shops were so far away but she was willing to accept it without a fuss. She wasn't allowed to complain back home, so even when things sucked she wouldn't say a word.

Then a student asked about the incident with the headmistress and those students. It was relieving to hear that the headmistress had a good reason for getting rid of them in the way she did. But the more that the guidance counselors went back and forth, the more Nina became uncomfortable with how personal the conversation got. She felt like she wasn't supposed to be there, and the girl shouting at the other student didn't make her feel any less uneasy. So she turned her gaze to the floor and fiddled with her hands. It wasn't the fact that her life was in danger here that made her uncomfortable. She just didn't like that something so personal was being shared with a bunch of strangers against that woman's wishes.

Either way, She was glad her brother wasn't here. She'd rather have her life be at risk than his. She needed to toughen up, she was doing this for him. If she failed, he'd be sent here in her stead. She couldn't let that happen, if anything bad were to happen to him- she wouldn't know what to do..

Mentions;
Locations; The Obsidian Dormitory
Mood; Uncomfy.
 

Nuclear Magician

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Senja Hakala

Location: Common room, Obsidian Dorm.

Tags: SilverFeathers SilverFeathers egregore egregore

Senja raised an eyebrow at Klaus’ introduction. Not a shy one is he? A brief glance revealed a few bubbles of conversations. But so far, only this white-haired young man had engaged them all. Her lips tugged up slightly at the corners. Perhaps it will prevent things from growing too tiresome. In her experience, introductions were a stuffy, formal affair. One governed by strict rules and proprieties that must be observed, lest one be labelled a social pariah. Terribly efficient. And terribly, wretchedly dull. It would be interesting to engage with the common people on their terms.

She turned from the crowd and their mixed reactions, gliding toward the kitchen. Regardless of his common manners, Niklaus was correct. Their time would be precious. Their training was unlikely to be easy. Assuming their hike was any indication, rest would be worth more than gold. Lesson 8, she thought, her mind returning to her grandfather’s journal. Never pass up a meal or an opportunity to sleep. Be ready. ALWAYS. Advice she intended to take to heart.

Senja returned to the common room what was probably an embarrassing length of time later, sandwich in hand. She kept her head up, ensuring the plate was well out of her line of vision. She sat primly and brought the sandwich to her lips, eyes locked ahead. With each bite, she could feel the rough-cut bread, the irregular clumps of butter and the messy fillings. She swallowed slowly, forcing herself not to scowl. Everything she had ever eaten had been meticulously prepared. She was used to elegant experiences, subtle creations that delighted the pallet. Her monstrosity certainly did not. It’s bread, meat and cheese. Where in the world did I go wrong? A servant would have done a more competent job. Keeping the scowl from her face with great effort, she continued to eat, dissatisfied.

She was still eating when the senior students returned. Sitting primly, she listened with a polite ear. Much of it was as expected, simply intended to set them at ease. Standard stuff, of the sort delivered at schools across the continent. Senja took note of what they said, filing it away in the back of her mind, the way she would anything too dull to deserve her full attention, but which she might be required to recall later. Shopping would be necessary, but it could wait for later. Provided there could secure some repairs, she would manage. She focused on this next challenge. The climb had tested their stamina and determination, with animals to purge or drive off the weak. Careful, you came close to being purged yourself. What would be next? Looking around, it was clear she was not the only one who lacked combat experience. A simple text, perhaps? A bout against experienced students to keep them all humble?

The mention of an Incident caused her eyes to snap into focus. What? And here, I had thought our spies knew what was going on here. It appears I owe Mama that bottle of wine after all. Leaning forward to listen as the students bickered, she studied them. The blood shocked her. Injuries that persist over months? What could have caused something like that? The security could hardly be so lax as to allow mass units. A strike force hidden among the incoming students? But that blood. How precisely would one achieve that without magic? Frowning, she made a note to visit the academy’s library. It might require some reading between the lines, but perhaps it might reveal something hidden among the stacks. At the call for further questions, she stood and spoke simply. “What should we expect?”
 

Spoiled Bread

The Lord of the Uneaten
UNA

Una listened carefully at the senior's answer. Her face was getting a little paler as she didn't expect such serious answer. Spies? Bomb? What kind of situation did they just revealed? Una didn't have any experience in the kingdom's politic and neither do her father. Anagon's Point was too isolated that they even send their tax to the capital yearly instead of monthly, and she heard the amount wasn't even that much. Still, she felts like something was off from the explanation.

It's true that the registration was very easy, even someone from the edge of civilization like her could manage to enter, but that begs the questions. Who or where did these spies belong to? And why they choose to sent unregistered spies? Randallia seemed to accept students from all places and all walks of life. It also was an isolated place and students would live together in dormitory. Anyone without proper registration would stick like a sore thumb instead of blending in...

Unless that was the point. They're simply scapegoats, distractions, decoys... Which mean...

No, no, no. Una slapped her own face. She must be reading too much into this. If the true schemer of the bombing was still here disguised as one of the seniors then the staffs should have dealt with it, right? Right?? She was still curious about the event but it seemed to be a sensitive topic for them so she wouldn't pry further.

"Thank you for sharing." Una nodded at the two mentors before slinked further into the back of the group.

SilverFeathers SilverFeathers
 

Folklore

𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮
KHESTRI BELMONT
Location: Obsidian Dorms
Mentions: SilverFeathers SilverFeathers , Mire Mire
Mood: uncomfortable, unsure. desperately wanting to get new clothing.



Khestri's face spelled just how unwelcomed the information on their uniforms was. She was expecting quicker action, but she guessed there was a good reason for this. Waiting to see who dropped—the Academy, or off the mountain—or simply not having enough hands to work. That would be a surprise. This was the most prestigious academy in the world. It seems impossible for them to be short staffed. Even if it was just with sewing. Though she did seem to brighten at the thought of wearing her own clothes around. And then her face fell again. The activities here would run her fabrics ragged. Tear them and completely ruin them. The thought made panic swell in her chest. And a urge to hug all of her treasured clothing tight to her chest was strong enough to make her fidget. Her fingers brushed her bear pelt. Maybe she should go put it away...

Rebecca quickly jumped to modeling their outfits, dragging Nefer into it with zest. They both looked wonderful, though Nefer looked like he couldn't be bothered with appearances. Sharp eyes scoured the outfits with zeal, picking apart the details. The journals she read were rather cheap on the descriptions of the uniforms, so this little show was satisfying to the girl's raging appetite for both knowledge and fashion. Khestri's eyes darted back up to Rebecca's as she began to speak again, talking of how the temperature can change quickly. Khestri wasn't used to swift temperature changes, and the thought made her nose crinkle. Sweating is so not cool.

The subject of the shops brought a more hopeful look back to her face. She would need to fetch new clothing as soon as possible. A two or three hour trek wouldn't be that bad—though that was pure denial—especially if she brought Asteria. The two would make quick work of the hike, either by turning it into a competition, or they'd just talk and talk and talk. They had so much to catch up on it was insane. Khestri nodded along with what Rebecca was saying, more than happy to go and experience their selections for herself. She had more than enough money on her due to her parent's protective preparations, so their affordable probably meant Khestri could buy the entire shop. How splendid!

Khestri was quick to thank Rebecca before another student spoke up, asking a question she didn't know if she wanted to know the answer to. It seemed like a complicated situation. It was the first act of violence she's seen in great detail in her entire life, and by the looks of everyone else at the time, she wasn't the only one. Nefer was quick to take this one away from Rebecca, and Khestri's took notice. The girl had paused, and the hand on her shoulder told her that there was something more personal to this question than the questioning student was prepared for.

And it didn't take long for Khestri's deduction to be proven correct. She leaned away from Rebecca's screeching, discomfort creeping into the subtle creases of her visage as she fought to keep her face a sleek, impartial canvas. She instantly wanted to walk away. How unprofessional. They were students like them, but at least show some restraint. She did agree with Nefer on that one, though. Ignorance is not bliss. And this information would be put to good use when they're out and about. What if spies wanted to try to get to the students that were on the move, taking care of their tasks away from the mountain? Would they be able to be identified?

"No, thank you. I appreciate the information!"

Khestri was quick to fall back and try to find a familiar face.
 

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