Fantasy Sorcerers of Algoren IC

[Clockwork Syringe]

Uneasiness, excitement, fear, wariness; these were the emotions that were currently running through the incoming class of Rodren University. On this auspicious day it was an overcast sky as the sun hung lazily behind the blankets of clouds refusing to come out. The smell of freshwater hung in the air as a soft breeze passed through creating an almost idyllic scene. In order to get to Rodren University, one had to take the ferry across a lake that was fed and exited via the tributaries, one that had not arrived yet. The Dock creaked with activity as students, workers, and the like were passing the time waiting by playing cards, reading, fishing, and drawing, to name a few activities. Still, it didn't look as though too many individuals were bored as they had something to occupy their time with.

Zenima was one of the few who had decided to go fishing, one of his hobbies and one he picked up during his time with the Dawn Rose. It was a nice distraction and allowed him time to think as he waited for the ferry to arrive. Looking back briefly he couldn't be sure of the circumstances that led to his consideration and acceptance at Rodren; who was this Headmaster Richard Ophidian? It seemed that his commander knew who he was, which is why he reluctantly let Zenima go to the academy; he was losing a valuable mercenary and one that had been with the guild for a few years despite how young he was. Zenima wanted to go, he needed to, if he had any chance of recovering his memories he would take it. Looking around he noticed that he was one of the more heavily armed individuals on the dock. A rapier at his side, a crossbow on his back, and knives hidden away. Clutching the amulet he kept hidden under his armor, he sighed a bit. He was found with this on that fateful day 7 years ago, the furthest back he could remember, what was this amulet? Stashing it away and leaning back on the wooden railing, Zenima continued to fish, perhaps he'd be able to find lunch before the ferry arrived.

AI10100 Morzone Hanarei redroseknight loveweaver Wondertainment GO NUTS!

 

[Hanarei]

Rhea Valqen​

The gentle breeze ruffled through the girls hair as her pair of extra ears noticeably twitched on top of her head. Amber eyes glanced out upon the crowd of what she assumed were fellow students, her thin black slits where a typical round pupil would be shifting about as she looked around. The red markings around her eyes could easily be mistaken as eye liner perhaps given the other strange features she seemed to posses. While her strange ears on her head seemed to twitch a bit in the breeze, it allowed also for otherwise normal ears she possessed to be visible the shape helping to associate her to have a likely more human heritage rather then eleven. her red and black jacket held to her bod,y the head left down seeming rather odd given her lack of sleeves. Truthfully the hood was more for the sake of hiding her ears, though it seemed pointless when she would likely see many of those on the docks around the school anyways. It had served its purpose in venturing there trying to minimize 'trouble' as best she she could.

A simple spear was on her back, two thin strands of rope being used to hold it in place. It wasn't the most easy to carry weapon, typically she tended to use it like a walking stick or just carry it to her side, though being around others it was something more frowned upon giving her the need to put it on her back. It would be a bit troublesome to use in a pinch, but she wasn't anywhere that the need to use it should ever arise anyways to begin with. Upon the back of her waist a simple knife laid sheathed, a small bit of string keeping it from slipping out of the sheath. It wasn't meant for fighting or hunting compared to the spear instead being used much more for utility purposes. A knife always came in handy when it came to skinning an animal or cutting something in a jiff. It left her wondering if there were others who might have some experience as well being away from civilization and diving into the untamed wilds. She could only assume many of the student there likely came from a bit more of a 'civilized' background then her... granted she could assume there would be exceptions.

A mixture of both fear and excitement filled Rhea. The notion of going to some school to hopefully learn how to use her magic better was more then exciting. She could only wonder how many strings Cyran had to pull to even get her a place in such an institution. He had always been rather cautious with raising her, yet always being very hush hush about anything in particular. The only thing she really knew herself was that there were many who looked upon her as some danger. She took his last name though it was something she was happy about and didn't think much of. She truthfully never knew her parents that well to really have any attachment to them. What little Cyran would talk about her mother had been one of his most promising students and her father was a child of a close friend of his.

She felt rather uneasy looking a bit cautious as she seemed a little fearful of how others might view her out of a sense of paranoia. The last thing she wanted to do was come of unlikable to the other students upon first impression! Then again she didn't want to come off week and feeble. Should she could out swinging like she owned the place? No no... that would draw too much attention and likely scare many of them away. She needed to be careful with how she acted. Don't come off desperate, come off confident! She nodded a bit to herself seeming to try and build herself up. Now was the chance for her to finally make friends and she wasn't about to screw that up! Right? Hopefully?

Mentioned: None (Open for interaction)

 

[Wondertainment]

Karl Murdoch sits down abruptly next to the girl with the cat ears. Without giving her a moment to process his introduction, Karl immediately starts talking.

"So let's say you theoretically put a portal inside the barrel of a crossbow. The portal leads to a pocket dimension that's loaded with crossbow bolts - just a theoretically infinite source of crossbow bolts. Assuming that the portal is frictionless, like most are - so all objects that enter the portal carry over their momentum exactly upon exiting the portal - that would launch the crossbow bolt out of alignment with the string. Do you think it's possible to make a portal that generates friction, thus slowing the crossbow bolt's momentum so that it always stays within alignment with the notch? If so, how would the portal account for the different angles and altitudes, changing the velocity at which the bolt would need to-"

Karl Murdoch pauses suddenly, looking at the girl directly in her probably bewildered eyes.

"I..." Karl clears his throat. "I don't know you, do I?"

Mentions: Hanarei

 

[Hanarei]

Rhea Valqen​

To say Rhea was bewilder would likely be an understatement as she glanced over the hood shifting slightly from turning to the side allowing part of her left fuzzy ear to poke out. Just what the heck was he rambling about? His words made little sense to her as she tried to even remotely connect the dots to piece it together as best she could. Rhea wasn't an idiot, though she was much further from what someone might consider a scholar. The more he tossed in his weird hypothetical situation the further lost she got. Sure hadn't expected someone to go sitting next to her never mind suddenly speak to her. His ramblings were far above what she could ever of expected a first interaction to go! Her gaze seemed to sharpen a bit as if preparing to snap at him.

What the hell are you yallering on? Her initial thought of what she was about to say not even leaving her lips only playing out in her head. It rang out in her mind the sound of it being rather harsh as it made her question her aproach. That was just going to scare him off! Maybe she was better off pretending she understood what he said. Making up some hocus pocus about the topic that might sound related to what he said.

Clearly the portal would cause a destabilizing effect disrupting the devices ability to output properly in theoretical statements. Yes... no... that wasn't a good way to respond. Sure it made her sound like she was engaging but wouldn't that mean his whole situation was debunked right away? Wouldn't that defeat the whole idea of the thought experiment or whatever it was he was trying to do? The very thought was frustrating uncertain exactly what would be a good fake answer to say. Now he was going on about not knowing her and... wait...

Rhea blinked as she leaned back a little taken back realizing he had seemingly shifted away from his ranting. She had been so lost in thought and just confused by the situation it had caused her to allow for a few seconds of simple silence. She shook her head a bit as her thin slit pupils focused on what looked to be an... elf? Her eyes shifted up to his ears looking at them before turning her gaze back down. She quickly lifted her hand up making a sound as if to pretend she was clearing her throat rather then being lost in thought. She didn't want to come off like some air headed girl! After 'clearing her throat' she lowered her hand giving a light nod in response. Now was the time to make a friend. Sure he was weird and rambled but it was an elf and elves were as far as she knew great people!

"How do you do fellow kid?" She spoke cringing a little bit realizing how horribly forced that sounded before speaking up quickly.

"I mean no! You don't know me, I mean clearly its just because... um... my hood! Yes! A bunch of people with hoods over their heads it can be confusing!" She spoke tugging at the hood letting it slip off her head completely fully exposing her strange furry ears. Her hand lifted up to brush her hair a bit briefly exposing what appeared to be normal human ears hiding under her thick locks. What looked like red eyeliner was applied along the outer sides of her eyes. partially curving around above them. It just showed further evidence outside her strange eyes she wasn't a normal human though not seeming to quite fit in with any real other creature besides perhaps some sort of strange demonkin.

"Either way it is really really nice to meet you! My name is Rhea Valqen what is your name?" She asked her hands suddenly clapping together her finger tips connected almost as if halfway into a prayer gesture simply not going the next step to clasp her palms together. It might as well be in her mind as a great deal of excitement came to her that someone was talking to her she was having trouble controlling herself, unable to stop herself for rapidly tapping her toes up and down while attempting to keep herself from straight just bouncing up and down in place.

Mentioned: Wondertainment

 

[loveweaver]

A woman passed through the crowd, uttering small apologies as she brushed and passed by others. Even amongst the diverse crowd awaiting departure, they were...notable, to say the least. A tail was kept down, keeping care to not get caught on anything. Red skin shone in the sun, a tuft of hair dangling behind her. Unlike other students their attire seemed more foreign than anything: being open, easy to move around in but showing more skin—along with a complete lack of weapons. To complete list of oddities, long horns stretched out upwards, raising above many heads.

"...I'm lost..." Vesta was, undoubtedly, very aware of the oddity of her presence. While she at least hoped that people were acquainted with demonkin (seeing some in the crowd already), it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel a few stares on her. Take a deep breath, Vesta told herself. She had dealt with far worse company: the sailors of Mesmal were much more intimidating company than a bunch of students. And looking around, it would be a lie to say she wasn't excited! There were people from every corner of the two kingdoms, from all kinds of lives. All sorts of people coming together to study magic...it made her heart pound in excitement, thinking of the vast possibilities. Still, it was...difficult. To venture out and meet new people, similar yet so incredibly different. People shuffled around all around her, everybody finding something or another to occupy themselves with. Some had taken rest in the shade underneath the trees, chatting or playing cards. Some took to reclusiveness, reading their books and some even drawing the scenery of the lake in front of them. Some found friends, some made them. It was a vibrant scene full of life, and Vesta had no idea where her first step into it should be. With a sigh, she ended up going to the lake. Maybe it was she wasn't used to so many people yet...all of them skilled in magic, and all of them around her age (for once). Distancing herself from it the anxiety the crowd brought, the sight of the expansive lake instead brought out a sense of serenity. The breeze wasn't exactly the same as an ocean breeze, and yet the feeling of it upon her face soothed her and quelled the anxiety. It reminded her of home.

During her slow walk to the docks, her mind began to think about the academy itself. It made her wonder how her uncle had even gotten the acceptance letter, and how she; an unnoteworthy, self-studied novice would even compare to others. Worry threatened to ring out inside of her, But there was no use worrying about that—or so she thought, dispelling her worries. Vesta smiled to herself, holding her hands behind her back as she stepped to the edge of the dock. Taking a deep breath...letting the fresh air cool her nerves and her thoughts, relaxing her mind...
Until she realized there was someone right next to her, fishing. Gods, he had been silent enough and she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice. Fool! Be more aware! her thoughts rang out, reprimanding herself. But she had wanted to make a friend, hadn't she? It was an opportunity and she didn't want to make things awkward...so it worked out, right? Right? That was what Vesta told herself to keep her composure, her head turning to the armed man. Smiling, her tail slowly swayed back and forth as she spoke.

"Have you caught anything, yet? It is the right season for bountiful catches, or so the Priests of Erather say!" Her words were delicately chosen, but the way her face lit up and the way she awaited a response betrayed her, revealing her underlying eagerness. Vesta did tend to wear her heart on her sleeve, no matter how hard she tried to conceal it...
What an oddity of a student. That much was for sure.

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Zenima was absent mindedly fishing and silently cursing that he was not able to catch anything yet when someone's voice cut through the haze that surrounded his mind. "Have you caught anything, yet? It is the right season for bountiful catches, or so the Priests of Erather say!" At the mention of whether or not he had caught anything, he turned his head to see a eager female demonkin addressing him. Looking her up and down the first thing that he noticed was the bandages on her hands and upper arms and that either she had injured herself or she was using them as rudimentary gloves. Truth be told, Zenima was secretly hoping someone would come to talk to him to break the monotony of catching nothing. After all, you only had so much that you could think about.

Zenima then responded to the eager demonkin's question. "Unfortunately I have not yet caught anything," he began. "I think all of the people on the dock are causing the smart fish to scatter; of course i believe the smarter the fish the better it tastes." Zenima then brings the line back up to see a live worm still wriggling on the end of his metal hook before he decides to simply abandon the efforts. "Looks like today's not my day after all." He then took the worm off the hook, tossed it into the lake and began to take apart his wooden rod and puts it into his backpack all the while engaging the female demonkin in conversation. "So if you don't mind me asking what are you doing here? Are you going to the university?"



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[Naburius]

A young man sits by the shore of the lake, a rather thick book in hand. He'd recently arrived after being crammed up with a caravan of students heading the same way and was grateful for the relaxation he'd be granted before having to board the ferry. Rowan never took too well to large bodies of water, or swaths of people. Regardless he'd be fine with just his feet by the shore and decided to take the opportunity to recount what he'd seen on his way there. Other than some of the other students here there wasn't anything especially of note so he resigned himself to opening his current novel of interest, "The Natural Wonders of Odalor."

Application after application had been left with no response but this year he was finally accepted to the most prestigious magic academy on the continent. Now this dock was the final obstacle before him. His own dedication could not be the only one to thank though, he was fortunate his family had the proper resources at home to transport him here and prepare him for so long beforehand. Their support could not go to waste, he'd make great achievements here and then press on to accomplish even more. There was no better way to return his family to the prestige it once held.

But enough sentimentality, it'd be better if the knowledge inside of this book were retained after he finished reading. Never know if some seemingly insignificant piece of information can come in handy later. For the time being he did his best to shut out the noise around him and fully engage himself.



Mentioned: None (Open to Rp)

 

[AI10100]

I S K V A L , M A K I
Interacting with: Naburius
Location: Docks
​

Maki didn't know what she would be expecting in Rodran University. Priest Tarvor told her that she would be able to learn so much more, and he was well aware that her drive for knowledge is what propels her forward. What sets her apart from the rest of the priests and priestesses around her. It was how Priest Tarvor had convinced her to go. The moment he had mentioned that they had a wide variety of books in the library, Maki was ready to agree to go anytime. The invitation rests heavily inside her clothing. There was no going back and she knew that. Nevertheless, she did find herself looking forward to what she will learn and how she can apply this knowledge in service to Emoldina.

She knew that this meant that she would be in constant close proximity to many people. People who were not used to silence of the temples. The sweet, serene peace that she had grown used to over the years despite her travels. She knew fully well that others would not have the same inclination to the peace and quiet.

And yet she found herself irritated with those that mingled loudly. The docks were packed with students who talked to each other and shouted at each other. Maki found herself nearly cringing with each shout amplified to her. She muttered excuses as she made her way to anywhere that didn't have anyone around, or at least, less people. Maybe there she could actually calm herself down even more. She would get used to the noise eventually, but that day was not today.

And so she found the lakeshore. A young man was sitting there, but he was simply reading. Thank Emoldina. She approached him silently. "May I sit here with you?" She asked politely, hoping that she would not be intruding if she was there.

 

[Naburius]

Oh? It appears you’re being talked to, and by a rather interesting individual indeed. The combination of the ears and the symbol hanging around her neck make for a type of individual you aren’t certain you’ve interacted with before. You turn your attention to her and reply clearly. “Of course, it’s not my shore to hog. Though if you don’t mind I’d appreciate if you allowed me to ask a few questions of my own. It’s not every day you meet the offspring of a Kitsune and a follower of Emoldina. Which leads me to believe you’re likely here as an acolyte of sorts. If so would it trouble you too terribly to perhaps refresh me on your faith and perhaps any related stories if you have any? I’ve not yet had the opportunity to overly familiarize myself with your teachings.” Hm, there was a chance he’d prattle on a tad too long if he didn’t stop there, best to pull in the reigns for now. “But of course I’m getting ahead of myself aren’t I?” Rowan closes his book and rises to his feet giving her a slight bow. “My name is Rowan Eulhart of the Eulhart Trading Company. A pleasure to meet you.”

Mentioned: AI10100

 

[Wondertainment]

Karl clears his throat. "I'm Karl Murdoch. Nice to meet you. Sorry about my ramble... fellow kid."

He seems to assume that this is, in fact, how young people refer to each other, and says it without a hint of irony.

"I don't mean to be racist, but frankly I think I would recognize you," Karl says as he points at the ears. With a bit of a squint, he realizes he shouldn't have said that. "Uh.... I mean, it's all good. I don't mean like... I think Kitsune are alri- Well, not alright, it's not like... I mean I have no problem that you're a kitsu- well, I mean, that's assuming you're a kitsune, I don't know if it's true-"

Karl sighs and rubs his eyes for a second.

"So," he says, changing the conversation, " since the boundary of a portal technically has mass, yes it would alter the weight of the crossbow the more the portal is jostled around... A destabilizing momentum loop effect. Maybe it's just not possible..."

Mentions: Hanarei

 

[AI10100]

I S K V A L , M A K I
Interacting with: Naburius
Location: Docks
​

Maki was surprised to see that the man did not go back to reading his book and instead had rattled off questions one after the other. She was horribly unprepared but she didn't let it show. Instead, she waited patiently for him to finish and listed them off in her head to make sure that she didn't miss any of the questions. At the end of his speech, he had finally introduced himself as Rowan Eulhart. It was a familiar family name, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. But she had more pressing matters to attend to.

She gave him a bow of her head as well. "Maki Iskval, as you had deduced, a Priestess of Emoldina. A pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Eulhart." She decided to start with the introduction. It would be best to get that out of the way before she would start her short lesson on Emoldina. "But no, actually, I came here as a student. Not to spread the word of Lady Emoldina. However, I would not be opposed to guiding people to her teachings if they are so curious. To people such as yourself." Maki idly gestured to him with that last sentence before looking out into the lake.

"Lady Emoldina, as you may know, presides over Death and the Afterlife. She makes sure that all mortals follows the cycle of life - for every mortal must meet their end. All that breaks apart from the cycle is considered an anomaly, and something that must be put down." It was a very watered down version of what they stood for, but it had the essence. She would have suggested a visit to Emoldina's temple in Xandria, but that was not currently possible with their current arrangement as students. Perhaps at a later date when they have graduated.

She shifted in her stand, hand reaching up to idly run her thumb against the symbol of Emoldina as she thought back to any interesting experienced that can be shared. Most of what they did was pray, put the restless to rest and search for those who have recently passed and make sure that they do not come back. "Well, us Priests and Priestesses preside over the Ritual of the Dead where we imbue magic into these corpses so that they may not rise once more to haunt the world of the living." She placed her hands in front of her in a proper way. "Do those answers satisfy your inquiries?"

 

[Naburius]

A brief appreciative smile was granted before Rowan looked down in thought, his hand on his chin. A moment later he looked back to her and nodded. “Thank you very much Miss Iskval, I apologize for my being so forward. But yes I’d say that about satisfies my curiosity.” He returned to sitting by the water, leaving room for her next to him. While she’d certainly shared some rather interesting tidbits he hadn’t heard anything particularly revolutionary, but it’s not like he’d really expected to. It’d make things too easy if everyone he ran into knew of something like a lost ritual or revolutionary new form of transportation. It was fine regardless, he wasn’t particularly close to the deadline for turning in his research this year. There was no reason to be dissatisfied at the end of the day. Soon enough he’d have access to an entire library of research materials to make up for his progress thus far. “I’ve troubled you a fair bit upon our immediate encounter so do feel free to have me return the favor in any way you see fit in the future.” He leaned back making himself a bit more comfortable. Turns out it was a rather nice day out, the breeze was just enough to be pleasant but not quite enough to be a nuisance. Plus the sun shone down warmly but not too brightly, exactly your preference.

Mentioned: AI10100

 

[loveweaver]

Well. He had struck her as the silent type, but she was more than happy to have a full conversation.
The demonkin took a step closer to the edge of the docks, leaning over the wooden rails separating the students from the lake. Her gaze travelled from the man next to her and over to the lake spread out in front of them, taking in it's expansive beauty; of how the water shimmered against the sun, already imagining boats crossing over it. "You know," she started, caught up in her own way of answering his questions. "I do think you're right. Many a sailor would claim the intelligence of fish bear no holding on their taste, but I think it's intelligence is more of an indicator of their overall quality..." That was about as far as Vesta got before she realized what she was doing. Just like that, she had began to spout off at the mouth when her fellow student probably didn't care for this sort of thing at all! If her face were not red already, it might have taken a shade of it out of internal embarrassment. Was she overthinking this, though? Vesta considered the thought, and it was probably right. Still...it wasn't proper for her to ramble on about fish. This wasn't Mesmal, and Vesta would have be careful in considering the potential backgrounds of her students. No noble would care to be lectured on about fish. After a small pause, she went to actually answer the man's questions.

"I suppose Rithmur's luck wasn't with you today, nevertheless!" Vesta let out a small laugh under her breath. Her head turned back over to Zenima, watching him begin to pack his wooden rod into his bag. Thinking about it...she knew that she was only one of the few students to carry no weapons at all, but with a crossbow and rapier...he looked more ready to go to war rather than go to a school. But, oh well—it wasn't as if that intimidated her, or was going to deter her. Vesta had to make a friend, after all! They were all students, after all. Even if the prospect of being armed like that made her a bit wary of why, there was no reason to let it stop her. Going on, she leaned closer, offering her hand: a red hand, tainted blue at the tips of her fingers (or so were the colors not wrapped around in bandages). "My name is Vesta Farseer, and I'm here as a student. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I hope we get along well!" Like before, Vesta's excitement to make a new friend was pretty obvious. At this point, at least, she was trying less to hide it (considering that it was never very well-hidden in the first place.) Her tail swayed back and forth, a bright smile painted across the demonkin's face.

Mentions: Clockwork Syringe

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Zenima listened as this Demonkin began to explain how some fish could be discerned from one another by means of how smart they are. Looking at her again, she did not strike him as the type to be knowledgeable about nautical knowledge; however he had been wrong before about first appearances. By this point his fishing rod had already been packed away in his ruck sack and he listened as she mused that Rithmur's luck wasn't with him today. ~You have no idea,~ he thought internally. It was all bad luck until he was taken in by the Dawn Roses having impressed them. Even then he had to work for his place amongst them though his luck still ran dry on any digging for knowledge as to why he lost his memories. Still, one mystery was solved as the Demonkin explained that she was a student here at the academy as he had thought and that her name was Vesta Farseer. Vesta seemed to be very interested in getting to know him, was it his attire? His weapons? His strong but silent persona? One thing was certain that any emotion she was trying to hide was all over her face; she seemed keen to know Zenima.

Still, he decided that he would oblige. Sticking out a gloved hand Zenima shook Vesta's and responded. "Zenima Kurikat and contrary to my appearance I can indeed practice magic. I was actually invited by the headmaster himself to come study here funny enough although I don't know why."

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[AI10100]

I S K V A L , M A K I
Interacting with: Naburius
Location: Docks​

"No worries, Mr. Eulhart. It is a pleasure to see someone interested in our teachings." She really didn't have a problem with sharing her experiences. When he sat down, Maki took the position beside him and gazed out to the lake. She was really thankful that there was relative peace before her. And she supposed that unending curiosity is a trait that she and Rowan shared. She could not blame him for his quests, though he likely was looking for deeper answers.

Maki gave him a grateful nod. "Thank you. I will keep it in mind Mr. Eulhart. If you need any aid in your search for knowledge, I would be more than honored to help." It was an offer that seemed helpful to others. But it was made out of her selfish want to research as well. Nevertheless, she could feel that she would meet Rowan many times because of their common drive. Perhaps he did have another goal in mind, but their paths were the same that would only diverge at the very end. However, her research might go down another route - one that she might regret ever taking. And yet, the allure of such forbidden knowledge was too great to pass up.

She had visibly relaxed, her tails curling around her lap. Her ears were still perked up in alert, but that was mostly because of the chatter from the docks that she could still somewhat hear. She placed both hands onto her lap and closed her eyes. After a few more moments of silence, she decided to speak. "And what of you, Mr. Eulhart? What did you do before you came to Rodran?"

 

[loveweaver]

That turned out to be a lot easier than I supposed it'd be. Vesta let go of his hand, her thoughts ringing out. So, they were a student despite their rugged appearance. Admittedly, the man never really gave off of the most friendly aura; if she hadn't slipped up and approached him without thinking, it would've probably been much harder for her to do so consciously. It was hard to pinpoint what it was that made him simply stick out. Was it the look of someone more prepared to fight, rather than study magic? The silent demeanor he gave off? While the sailors of Mesmal came in wide varieties, Vesta wasn't quite used to this type of person.
In the end it was a mix of everything that created a somewhat unapproachable atmosphere around him. Still, she supposed that images weren't everything because despite all of that, she found herself having a rather simple but pleasant talk with him. The initial eagerness changed into a feeling of content, satisfied to have been able to make conversation with him...especially when earlier, she struggled to simply find where to go. "Well, then! I look forward to being able to study with you, Kurikat." Naturally, she was going to ask what schools Zenima studied—before something he said clicked inside of her.

The headmaster himself asked for him? That is...something. Hm.
Putting a finger to her cheek, Vesta began to muse on his situation. Vesta had heard of particularly good magic students; those who didn't need to study at all like she did, who had no use for the Cosmic Loom. Of course, there were multiple ways to learn magic. It'd be unreasonable for her to jump to that specific branch without knowing anything else, and yet it was still something that was almost impossible to ignore. "For the headmaster himself to ask for you...I suppose you're either a great sorcerer in the making, or he's interested in you. What a honor that must be, though...!" Not wanting to pry, but unable to hold back her curiosity, she went ahead and thought out loud. But she stopped herself from becoming too nosy, afraid it would turn the man away from her. Instead her eyes glanced at the waters again, speaking on a new topic. "I feel even more excited than ever to see the University now, admittedly. This will be my first time in such an exciting environment."

Mentions: Clockwork Syringe

 

[Naburius]

It wasn't necessarily their teachings Rowan was so interested in though he could see how it could seem that way. Who knows, perhaps he'd be able to glean something useful from them anyways. It never hurt to know more, well, in most cases. You'd read many a story where the protagonist picked up a tidbit of information they shouldn't have. They were certainly amusing to read but not the type of situation you'd personally like to involve yourself in.

An offer of assistance, now that was certainly an interesting proposition. There was certainly no reason to turn her down. Rowan had received help from others on many an occasion though it was generally short term. In fact he likely wouldn't have met his quota two years back without a little outside help. Well he couldn't find any reason to reject, it's not like he was after that kind of fame. Besides she'd gotten accepted to Rodren as well, their was no denying she held some kind of talent.

"I greatly appreciate your offer, should the situation arrive I'll gladly accept your assistance." Rowan looked out to the water reminiscing before answering her question. "As I said before my family is a family of merchants. We're by no means untalented however we're not quite in our apex any longer. Of course that's to be expected given our aptitude lies in much greater things. I've spent the years up till now training to get here mostly. Honing both swordsmanship and magic to attempt to reach the level of the most notable member of our family, Duncan Eulhart, a renowned warrior back in his day. Someday I hope to reach even a sliver of what he was and place my family back in the upper class where we belong." His tone is full of pride as he recounts his family history.

Mentioned: AI10100

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Zenima showed a surprised look on his face when Vesta mentioned two possible reasons the headmaster had personally invited him and that it was an honor. He then visibly shrugged and continued. "I honestly don't know what's so special about all of this," he gestured to his entire self. "More likely of the two he's more curious about me and that its not because I'm a great sorcerer. Hell I didn't even know I had magical talents until-" Zenima stopped himself from going on a tangent and spilling too much information. "Anyway his reasoning remains to be seen." Truth be told Zenima knew exactly why the headmaster had invited him, but he wasn't going to share that with someone he just met in the middle of the docks.

"I too regard this new chapter as fortuitous as I can hopefully expand my knowledge of magic Vesta. Perhaps we may see each other in similar subjects no?"

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[Hanarei]

Rhea Valqen​

Rhea cocked her head to the side hearing him speak giving his name and a rather... awkward response. She seemed uncertain how to react as he kept seeming to slip up trying to call her a kitsune. While he stopped himself the repeated nature of his words couldn't help but get Rhea a bit angry. Her cheeks puffed out a bit looking a bit sour with her facial expression in response looking towards him. Naturally when he just straight up said Kitsune it sharpened her expression a bit more despite the fact he at least posed it as a question rather then simply saying that she was one. To say Rhea had a bit of a fiery temper was probably an understatement, one that she was having trouble controlling.

What does he think calling me that! I mean I clearly am a... well I'm... EITHER WAY he shouldn't be going around trying to compare me to something if he doesn't know what I am!

She thought a bit to herself as he shifted conversation, stumbling on her own with what to even consider herself though it wouldn't change the fact she became a little peeved at him in response. Her cheeks were tinted a very small degree red from a lingering embarrassment of it. While he had tried to shift the conversation she wasn't really having any of it at the moment, not just because he shifted topics but also the fact she didn't want to come off as stupid either not knowing what to even comment on about it.

"...And just what are you doing here anyways? What brings yah to this place? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you? Not just to go on about your weird hypothetical stuff right?" She spoke questioning him though the latter part sounded more rhetorical then sincerely questioning him. By now her cheeks had deflated as she kept a stern gaze upon him as if more on the defensive ready to pounce on him if he tossed out something she might view as an insult. Despite feeling slighted she wasn't about to run off, she was desperate enough for attention to deal with it even if she felt the need to be more defensive and act a bit tough... even if her shorter stature perhaps made her look a bit silly.

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[loveweaver]

For once, Vesta managed to hide her emotions. And she was quite proud of it, too!—but that wasn't the point that should be made.Yes, perhaps it makes sense to not spill all of your secrets. Perhaps I'll learn the end to that story another day. It admittedly made her want to almost giggle, seeing how he had been that close to going off at the mouth. Almost like her. And though it did made her wonder what truly was the history behind it, it was something that would be had to be learned over time. It took a long time before those old sailors would even spill their stories with me... Or so went her thoughts, the demonkin letting out a quiet sigh tucked underneath her breath at the thought of her home. Another man she had just met at the docks opening up completely would be...well, it would be quite unreasonable, to say the least. And so with a still content smile the woman leaned further on the rails, listening to him speak about himself. Revealing that, apparently he didn't know why the Headmaster had invited him; and in her own mind, she wondered. Was it the Headmaster's curiosity, or was there yet another untold story behind it? Vesta wasn't so ignorant to trust a stranger's words at face value. It could had been any number of reasons...

...Yet, truth be told, Vesta didn't really want to dig into his history. Curiosity and interest? She had that in abounding amounts, surely. From the University they were waiting for to the man she was talking with Vesta was delighted to learn more and more. But there was a clear boundary as with anything, and making a friend by pressing for their history on their first meeting was hardly the way to do it. And even then—"Well, not as if it matters why the Headmaster invited you." Vesta spoke out, not thinking too hard on her words as she stated her beliefs. "We're all just students here, aren't we? Whether you're some rich noble or you're picked out by the headmaster, I think we're all on the same common ground here. But perhaps I'm just being ignorant." Vesta finished that thought with a small laugh under it. A laugh at herself, really. It was a foolish thought to have but Vesta felt no shame in having it, feeling free to share it.

With that last comment from Zenima, her eyes slowly trailed back to the man. Part of her hoped that he wouldn't feel too put off after her comment, that he would disagree and avoid her. Or worse, spread rumors. Letting the breeze of the lake calm herself, she pushed past those lingering worries and pushed on, replying with the same smile as before. "Perhaps so! I'm focusing on Enchantment and Evocation. Some Abjuration, as well. I have my reasons for these, of course." Except that smile didn't have it's same eagerness. It felt a bit more wary, but yet still wanting to please. Clapsing her hands behind her back, Vesta could only hope things would work out for the best.

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Morzone]

(Note: Ayla talks to Aiden inside of his head in Italics, Aiden speaks outloud in Bold.)

I told you you'd taken the wrong turn back there.

"You don't have to keep reminding me, Ayla

Look, all the other students have already been standing here! there are even some fishing over there. You walk like a Snail.

Snails don't walk Ayla. I think you're going to need this education more than me.

Excuse me, I am fully aware of how snails use their body to-

I know! I know, I'm only messing with you, Ayla. Aiden let out a laugh.

Aiden strode through the crowd, taking a good look at the people gathered there. He'd only just arrived after having taken a wrong turn a few roads back, and was quite glad to find he hadn't missed the ferry. It was quite the crowd. So many different people, different races, all together... He really was about to go to a prestigious magic school wasn't he? The whole thing hadn't felt real to Aiden, even now it seemed more like a dream than anything else. He just simply couldn't imagine attending a famous school, and yet here he was.

Hmph. People are staring at you, you should stop talking to yourself like a weirdo.

Eh? But you're the only one I know here, Ayla.

I'm not 'here' you dummy, I'm stuck inside your darn head. At least do me the courtesy of not being an insufferably embarrassing host.

Ha ha, very Funny Ayla. I bet there are lots of people who have a second person living inside their head.

And yet everyone else is talking to another physical person like a sensible person instead of sounding like they just got out of an insane asylum!

Don't be like that Ayla, you know I enjoy chatting with you.

Oh shut up. I'm not responding again until you've actually gone and spoken with someone else.

Is that a challenge? . . . Ayla? Sheesh, fine then.

Aiden looked around the crowd, wondering to whom he could introduce himself. A few groups caught his eye. A rugged looking elf was conversing with a demonkin with cat ears. Not far off another demonkin, this one with long, tall horns, and a human seemed to be fishing while they spoke to one another. There also appeared to be a rather royal looking kitsune sitting with a human at the dock. Perhaps he should join one of the groups that had a human, like himself. then again he'd lived mainly with humans his whole life, perhaps he should talk with the elf and the cat-eared demonkin then. For a moment Aiden opened his mouth to ask Ayla what she thought, then remembered she wasn't responding until he acted on his own. Major sigh there, Aiden had never been good with first impressions, or at least hadn't been confident in making them. He wondered if Ayla had been right and some of them had heard him talking to himself. Well if they thought him a weirdo then so be it. He didn't need to worry over something like that, others could think of him how they wanted too.

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Zenima smiled at Vesta's words of everyone being on common ground whilst attending the academy. "It's so refreshing to hear someone say those words as they are not said very often," he began. "I don't like it when individuals abuse their status to take advantage of others." As the topic shifted to subjects being studied Zenima chimed in for his own proficiencies as well. "I, for comparison, am experienced in Abjuration, Evocation, and Transmutation although I would like to learn more and branch out rather than pinhole myself. That being said, I dont rely completely on magic," Zenima tapped his fist on his armor and then motioned to the blade at his side.

It was at this moment that he became aware of an individual who was seemingly talking to himself muttering in an exasperated tone before looking around and looking at them for a bit. He seemed to be around Zenima's age although looked a little older and was wearing what could be assumed was farm hand garb. Of course, this could be a ruse to throw off attention from curious onlookers such as himself. Glancing over at Vesta he continued. "I wonder what he is doing here? Want to talk to him?"

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[loveweaver]

"...Hm? The boy with white hair, you mean?" Muttering to himself as if there was someone by his side? Of course that had caught her attention. It had done so the moment her focus and gaze shifted from Zenima over to the young man, being the first thing she had noticed about him (yet for a second, she had thought he was gazing at them. But that most likely just her being overcautious or overthinking. Right?) It quickly took her attention from Zenima's agreement with her beliefs, though relief still rushed through her as he approved of them. And it tore any thoughts that would've been on his schools of magic and his other...skills he implied with that gesture. Though, I'm still curious about those weapons, but that's not important right now! No matter what her thoughts were on Zenima, the pair's attention was now on a certain white-haired man. Blinking a few times, Vesta paused in their conversation, her gaze lingering on Aiden.
Naturally, Vesta began to examine him, looking up and down. He looked like to be a regular commoner like anybody else judging by his outfit; wearing a sort of lost expression. The same kind of expression Vesta herself had been wearing not too long ago. The muttering was rather odd, sure—but being totally honest with herself, it wasn't that much of an oddity. The sailors talked to themselves all the time. Is it just a thing with manual labor? Thinking about it, Uncle did that, too... And with those thoughts, and with that first look at the young man, Vesta made up her mind. Turning to Zenima with the same eager, if wary smile, she gestured towards him. "Well...yes. He may be trying to figure out who to talk to, and after struggling with that myself before you...it'd be plain wrong to not extend a hand to him."

Vesta didn't really wait for Zenima's approval after that comment. She was right: understanding the same feeling of being unsure how to immerse oneself in the lively environment around them, it would be plain wrong to leave him to that struggle. The two weren't that different, so Vesta had to be the one to help him, this time. Or, at least...she thought that she was right. It was still her belief nevertheless, and it was something she hoped Zenima would similarly believe in. Leaving the docks (hoping Zenima would follow her), Vesta made her way back down to the crowd once again. Striding over, she cut through the crowds, being obvious in her end destination. Vesta hoped she could consider Zenima something of a friend, by now! Probably just a friendly acquaintance, actually—but the point was that she could make another by helping him out. So, walking straight up to Aiden, a certain demonkin stepped in front of him. Her tail slowly swayed back and forth behind her, the demonkin offering a hand as she tried to choose her words. Trying to hide the eagerness plain on her face, just as she had with Zenima.
"Hello! My name is Vesta Farseer. Are you here for Rodren, as well?" Those were the words she used to strike up another conversation. Two oddities in a crowd together.

Morzone Clockwork Syringe

 

[Wondertainment]

For a second, Karl looks a bit offended.

"What?" Karl says unconvincingly, "No, I'm not here to cause trouble. Here to learn, like everyone else. I... have some exciting new theories I want to try out in a more rigorous academic setting. Like portal-assisted self-reloading crossbows."

Karl shifts awkwardly. This conversation was now definitely at an event horizon - at one point or another, Karl had to have insulted Rhea. He wasn't particularly reading any visual cues to reach this conclusion; it just tended to be around this time that the other person raised an issue.

"By the way, I don't mean any offense or anything," Karl mumbles, "I'm just not the best at talking. Uh..."

He noticed that Rhea's cheeks were quite puffed out.

"You're upset," Karl sighs, then continues in a flat, sarcastic tone, "But I'm such a delight to talk to. What'd I say this time?"


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[Morzone]

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"Hello! My name is Vesta Farseer. Are you here for Rodren, as well?"

As Aiden's gaze had wandered, his problem of finding someone to talk to was solved for him. The demonkin, the one with tall horns who had been speaking with a human at the docks, had suddenly approached and spoken to him. Now that she was closer, he could get a proper look at her. She was incredibly tall, if you included her horns. Even without them she stood several inches above him. her skin was looked peachy-red and seemed to fade into a blue at her horns and fingers. The colors mixed well with her long, braided blonde hair and her excited smile. Aiden decided she was exceedingly pretty.

"Guessed it in one. I guess I did manage to find the right location this time then. I'm Aiden, Aiden Mairu." Aiden took Vesta's hand, shaking it quickly before letting go again. "I've never seen a demonkin like you before, where do you come from?" Hopefully this wasn't an intrusive question, but he couldn't help but feel curious about all the new faces he was seeing throughout the crowd.