Cassandra raised an eyebrow at the wordless fury. He seemed about ready to attack, and though she couldn't do much, Cassandra was willing energy to her hand, to summon fire should he strike.
It proved unnecessary. As soon as the anger rose, it ebbed, and the vampire turned quickly, leaving the scene with the last word.
“Whatever. For your sake, you better live up to that claim.”
Oh, I will. But she didn't say anything, just put her hands in her pocket, finding the forgotten can. She supposed they were on their way to their new home, and to bed, so there was no sense drinking it.
The two went made their separate ways to the dorm. Since he was taking the bus, Cassandra went on foot. She could stand up to him, but it would still be awkward as all hell if they had to sit together on a bus right after. She decided to make her way slowly, to catch the sunrise, but it was still dark when she arrived. So, she hopped the fence instead of heading straight in, and sat in one of the patio chairs, facing east. She watched the sky lighten all the way until the disk of the sun was completely free of the horizon. Then, she decided, she really should get some sleep.
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The vampire noble was back to his superiority complex(or maybe he had an inferiority complex, and this was his compensation) the second she walked out of her room in the evening.
“To me at once, dog!"
She didn't dignify that with a response. Her eye flicked to him briefly, but she made to walk right past him without a word. Unfortunately, he waylaid her, and spat a stream of his pompous garbage in her face, jabbing a finger into her chest. With a minor effort of will, a flame licked up from her breast, to burn his finger. To his credit, he completely ignored it.
"You won't obey me?" he concluded "Fine, enjoy your freedom to roll around in your filth like the swine you are. But make no mistake; we are not equal. We never will be. If you won't do as you're told, then I have no use for you."
"I suppose, then," she retorted dryly, "That you have someone else to feed from?"
She walked out the front door, very glad that she had already dressed and showered. She knew from here on out she would have to take the "passive resistance" route. She thought he seemed like mostly bluster, but another outright verbal objection and he might become dangerous. Her hand shook as she reached for their shared mailbox, face scrunching in puzzlement at the little red flag that had not been raised last night.
Pulling the invitation out, she read it in the lamplight, carelessly at first, but then again more closely.
Cassandra sighed inwardly. She would have to report this to Dominique, whatever their mutual feeling toward each other was right now. Her political education made her all too aware of what a Sinnenodel might be playing at. That dumb bastard was her ride to the top, even if he was dead weight half of the time.
Max waited until the last possible minute to leave his room before orientation. He was ready well in advance, of course. He hadn't slept much, and it wasn't like his morning - evening, it's evening now - routine took much effort. Shower, throw on an outfit casual enough to inspire disrespect for the institution but not so underwhelming that he looks blatantly out of place, tussle his hair into something resembling normalcy in lieu of combing it, and done. But, he didn't want to risk a chance encounter with Morrigan. The vampire had hid last night - this morning? - for a reason, and it wasn't something Max particularly cared to address this soon after waking up. He hurriedly made his way out of the dorm wordlessly, with the exception of him calling out a casual "I'll meet up with you at lunch, I guess," as he was halfway out the door. He wasn't even sure if Morrigan was still there to hear him.
He paid minimal attention to the flashy displays going on around him as the mages were led to their orientation hall, obviously staged to showcase the academy's magical studies program and inspire the newcomers. He wasn't sure if he respected the transparency of it all or hated it. Likewise, he spent most of the opening speech rolling his eyes. At least the girl that replaced the old geezer seemed genuinely easygoing, if the reactions of the rest of the staff were anything to go off of. If she was reading off some script in a disingenuous facade of informality designed to "connect" with the students, there wouldn't be nearly as many exasperated glares being shot in her direction. She seemed like a good enough place to start. He didn't know his affinity yet, his vampire was tame so far, and clubs sounded like a complete and utter waste of time at this point. Might as well show some ambition.
Once the mages were dismissed, Max made a beeline for Sariel at the front of the auditorium. A few blithering sycophants were already approaching his target, likely to gawk at one of the Noila's favored pets rather than ask anything useful. He rudely shoved past them before they could get close, ignoring any dirty looks or complaints they may have sent his way.
"Miss Asiree," he began, opting for a more respectful address despite her demeanor, "You're clearly skilled, given your position, yet you seem down to earth enough that said skill is likely in a pragmatic sense rather than solely in pointless academics." He peered at her searchingly, but made sure to keep his face carefully neutral during the exchange. "So, I'll be blunt. I don't even know my affinity yet. In your opinion, what's the quickest way to getting myself on a level that's competitive with the rest of these..." His voice trailed off, some unsaid insult hanging in the silence before he tacked on a "...people?"
The morning’s silence buzzed in his ears—an oppressive weight that wrapped around his still frame. He needed to eat, a faint pain clashed like lightening in the back of his throat. And Morrigan chastised himself once more for not indulging back at the party. He didn’t want to open the cabinets, explore only to find the disappointment that he was sure awaited him. There’s always Max . . . his nose wrinkled at the thought. There was no way he was going to wake the mage for that. No, Morrigan would just have to push through his day until the inevitable was before them both.
He moved soundlessly back towards his room, not even bothering to flip on the lights before rummaging through his closet. His attire was simple, plain dark button ups and black pants. He wanted to leave before his partner woke, giving the two of them comfortable space while they still adjusted. Outside was pricked with the faintest hint of humidity left over from the day. The night's coolness washing over him and breaking any remaining threads of sleep that still clung to him.
The school was peppered with chatter. Older students rushing around or lounging in the corners idly chatting. Morrigan settled in with the rest of the vampire freshman before being shuffled to the back with the rest of the embraced. He could feel it. The subtle dynamic shift from the pure bloods and them. They walked before him with bright chatter, while the rest followed in a murky silence.
He largely tuned out the principle, letting his eyes wander and absorb the halls around them. Everything was crisp and polished—and the eyes of mages and vampires alike seemed to trail where ever they moved.
”As their caretakers,” the principle's droll voice caught his attention once more,”we have to guide them with a critical eyes and a firm hand for them to ultimately successful.”
They’re not pets . . . his thoughts flashed back to Max, the mage was clearly more put together than he was. They claim it’s a partnership but they still act like humans are hapless.
With a roll of his eyes Morrigan recognized a familiar face nearby. The angry vampire that had brushed past him back at the party. With some subtle pushing he made his way towards the boy, brushing his shoulder against him as he leaned in slightly. ”Could he get any duller,” he asked, trying to make chitchat while the principle continued. It would be good, to gain a possible friend who understood the difficulties that came from being embraced.
The night was quiet and still, the silence deafening to someone who wasn't used to it. It was so still and quiet that if you weren't actively looking for him, Lucan Bordeleaux would be invisible as he sat on top of the marble balcony, staring out towards the moon. The young man, at least young in appearance, sat with his legs crossed, and his head tilted slightly to the right as he just stared out into the night. Had he need to breath, his breathing would be calm and relaxed but as it was he quite resembled a creation of some talented artist, a quiet and loyal gargoyle. Lucan, the Vampire seemed to almost chuckle as the same thought crossed his mind as he finally stood to re-enter the Noila Castle, in which his family lived.
The balcony led straight back into his room and as he entered he noticed his father standing patiently beside the door. A trade of nods and then his father placed his hands behind his back and tiled his head. "Son, your transportation has been arranged. You leave tomorrow afternoon, as the drive isn't to far." Lucan nodded, that made sense and would give him time to rest before joining with his classmates. The fact he was going to be a day late was rather unheard of but Lucan had been on assignment in another location and had only just returned. It was the way it happened sometimes, with the life he chose. He grinned inwardly again, the life that was chosen -for- him that is.
"I understand father, I won't let you or the family down. I swear on my honor." His father appraised him and nodded once again as if saying that it was exactly his honor that would be lost should he fail or bring disrespect to the family name. "I have almost finished packing, and should be finished within the hour. Did you have need of me for anything after Father or may I have time to myself?" The man considered, the head no longer tilted and after a minute a simple nod of his would come from the elder Vampire.
"I have nothing, so ensure that everything is secure and then the rest of the night is yours my son. Though do make sure you say goodbye to your mother and brothers." Lucan used his training to hide his grimace and instead simply nodded in understanding.
"Of course father, I will be along presently. I wish you safe travel to the middle of the region tomorrow as well, and wish I was at your side still." Lucan's father just smiled softly and with another nod left the room to leave his son alone. Lucan took two minutes to move, his head going over the conversation and making sure he hadn't missed any hidden queues or gestures. Once he was positive all was well he turned to his belongings and began the tedious task of packing. Some people actually found the task relaxing but if truth were to be told, Lucan wished he could turn the bloody thing into ash. As it was, not only did Lucan not possess the ability to shoot lasers from his eyes but there were no live flames around him so he was stuck with having to continue the task.
After another fifteen minutes all of his things were safely packed away and Lucan shook his head, once again calling on his training to keep his temper in check. He definitely needed to go hit something, as it had been simply to long. Almost 5 hours now which was just not acceptable to the Pureblood who prided himself on training. He left his room after putting on his belt, Rapier and Gauche already waiting on the custom black leather piece, and then headed straight for the practice room. It was here the Vampire spent the next two hours, battling himself really. His mind would present an enemy and their movements and then he would respond. It was a drill and tactic that was taught to him early on and the exercise brought out not only good reflexes from the training, but also honed Lucan's ability to adapt in a split second from both fights at the same time.
Unfortunately all good things had to come to and end and Lucan reluctantly sheathed his blade and proceeded down the hall and then into the Bordeleaux family room where his step mother sat reading a book. His brothers were all also reading, and Lucan just rolled his eyes as his eldest brother seemed ashamed to be seen not training or attending court. He gave a polite greeting and stared at Cassandra, the woman that Lucan's father married after his first wife died of old age. Lucan was still not entirely comfortable around the woman but he couldn't deny that not only was she beautiful, she had an amazing personality and could see the good in just about everything. A stark contrast to his sinisterly cold Father who never seemed to care about anyone.
"Mother, little bats. I've come for my goodbyes, I'm sorry it took so long. You know me and packing." He gave a soft smile and forced his eyes to remain neutral as Cassandra slowly approached him and smiled brightly.
"I do know, and I would have came and helped you but your father insisted you finish yourself. You know how he is." She hesitated before continuing, "I erm… I know that I can't ever replace what you lost and I don't wish to. But know that I will be thinking of you while you're at the Academy and will worry as if you were my flesh and blood. Just know that, and know that if you ever need anything just write to me to and I'll be on it." Lucan just stood silent and then stiffly nodded, his mind accepted her words and a very soft grin hit his lips just as the three brothers attacked Lucan at once. He barely fought them off and then ruffled each ones hair, before staring at his eldest brother Jonah.
"You're going to be in charge you know when Father is away. You have to keep up with the court appearances and represent our family. I know you're struggling right now and I wish I didn't have to leave but now is the time to step up and prove yourself. I know you have what it takes and believe in you, do me proud." He saw the flashes of emotion in his brothers eyes and hardened his own violet eyes as a warning which Jonah seemed to take as the younger Vampire regained control. Lucan then moved to his middle brother and stared down at him. "And you, if I come back and haven't seen improvement with your combat abilities, I will not be pleased eh?" Samuel just gulped and nodded before throwing his arms around Lucan's form and hugging him tightly. The elder just nodded softly, forgiving the outward show of affection since they were alone and Samuel hadn't quite taken etiquette yet, even though Lucan knew the boy knew better. Finally it was Aaron's turn, the boy was the first child sired by Lucan's father and Cassandra and while Lucan had struggled a bit he had finally given in and became a true brother to the boy. "You start training soon, so be ready and..." He was cut off as the boy jumped into Lucan's arms and hugged his neck. It was a struggle not to just hug his brother back, but his familiar fear of getting to attached to anything hit his mind and he simply patted Aaron's back once before he put the boy down and then adjusted his coat. He took another few moments just staring at each of his family members and then started for the hall which would lead back to his room.
"Remember Lucan, anything you need." Came the soft voice of Cassandra and Lucan stopped right at the exit and nodded, before continuing to the safety of his room. He entered and closed his door, leaning his back against it and tilting his head back until it to thudded against the carved ebony wood. That had been much harder than he first thought it would be, but then again it had never been easy to keep his family at arms length. He thought of his mother, and how hard he had taken it when she died and had cursed himself for the weakness he had shown. Never again, never again had become something of a mantra for him and after several minutes of calming himself he collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes. Soon, he would be sleeping on another bed, in another place and he wouldn't have to feel suffocated by the familial bonds that still bound him. Slowly he fell asleep, still clothed and thinking of all that had happened that day.
"Lucan, ahem. Lucan, wake up. We've almost arrived, I would imagine you'd like a few moments to prepare." The voice came from the front of the luxury SUV and Lucan Bordeleaux reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed.
"Hastings, I promise I respect and admire you but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to stab you at the moment." A soft chuckle came from the front and Lucan slowly pulled himself up out of the seat bed he had made and stretched his arms out. The sun was beginning to go down and a glance at the clock showed the time was exactly seven o'clock in the evening. "How was the drive, I didn't snore did I?" A small joke between comrades and Hastings, the Vampire driving rolled his eyes and glanced back.
"Like the dead Luc. So, how exactly did you manage an invitation to a place like this? I know you, you're not the type for this school. Besides you hate the pureblood and noble interactions." The words rang true and Lucan could only nod and tilt his head. Lucan was great at politics, and could hold his own with the best in diplomatic situations but Hastings was right in that the young pureblood hated it. It was tedious, and frustrating talking around a subject for upwards of fifteen minutes to finally figure out someone's take on an issue. But, it was his duty and Lucan was nothing if not dutiful.
He stared into the sunless window and then responded. "I may hate it but the Academy is a great opportunity to help me grow and become an even better Vampire. And an even better Dusk." He spoke quietly at the end even though he didn't need to, Hastings was one of Lucan's best friends and one of his father's best friends as well, he was like an Uncle to the younger Vampire and Lucan felt much closer to him than his own father which was understandable considering who Lucan's father was. Hastings was one of the few people that Luc allowed to get in close and only because the man was a fellow soldier, someone who understood and was always reading Luc better than any diplomat or court member ever could. "Besides, I get to meet 'my' Mage. I'm sure that will be very interesting."
The two talked for the remainder of the ride which by all accounts was short and sweet. Upon arriving, the sun had finally surrendered to the darkness and two Academy Security Guard walked towards the SUV. Lucan hopped out before anyone could touch his door and moved to the back of the vehicle to get his belongings out. The guards seemed a bit confused but when Lucan came around to greet them they both broke out into smiles and chuckled a bit. "Luc, is that you? I was told we were going to have a few late arrivals but never would I have imagined it would be you." Lucan smirked and inclined his head respectfully at the two, whom he knew quite well from his time working security at the Academy prior.
"Morning Leander, Callum. I'm err, I'm attending this year as a student." He took out his invitation and passed it to Callum who seemed more than surprised. The Vampire took it and browsed the handwriting and nodded when he saw the Princess's signed name.
"Well, all seems to be in order. Seems a bit surprising considering where you went after this post but hey, who am I to argue with the Princess." Lucan just nodded as if he knew exactly what the man was talking about and let his fingers tap on his luggage. "Oh, you can leave that here with us, we'll get someone to take it to your dorm. Also, I'm supposed to give you this envelope, has the name of the Mage you'll be paired with and also instruction to the Orientation location. It's in Mockingbird Hall, if you remember where that is." Lucan just nodded and took the envelop, sliding it into his pocket to look at later.
"I remember yes, I'll make my way over now. Thanks for the assistance." He turned to look at Hastings who was just shaking his head, leaning against the SUV. "Be safe on your way back to the Castle, and let everyone know we made it just fine. Um, tell me dad..." He was cut off by the older Vampire who couldn't hide the mirth in his eyes.
"I got it, save the orders for that new Mage you get and don't forget to have some fun. You still have some time for that you know, don't lock yourself in the arena for hours like at home. I mean it." He winked at the pureblood and then jumped back into the SUV, putting it into gear and pulling around to head back, without Lucan. It was hard to grasp for a few long moments but Lucan finally turned back around and nodded to Callum who just returned it, a silent understanding passing through the two who had been partners when Lucan worked at the Academy.
With what would be a deep breath had he been living, Lucan tilted his head and then nodded with a finality and headed into the Academy's grounds. A brief glance at his watch showed the time was 8:50, almost time for the Orientation to start. The building was a decent distance so Lucan put some haste into his steps, and ignored the synchronized thwack of the Rapier scabbard on his hip. He made it with just enough time to spare and entered the building right as Alder began speaking. He noticed a few Vampires had saw him enter and he inclined his head respectfully to those and took up a position in the back so as not to bring to much attention to himself. He was good at that, his experiences as a Guard giving him a lot of practice at blending into the backdrop.
His fingers twitched and he felt curiosity begin to gnaw at him, begging him to open the envelope and see just whom he would be partnered with. He was at a disadvantage to the rest assembled as it was and as such Lucan slowly removed the envelope from his pocket and opened it, to reveal a bespectacled male who seemed to be quite tanned. Under the picture in elegant handwriting was the name 'Salem Spellman' followed by the Noila family's crest. Lucan nodded and placed the small note back in the pocket from which it came and refocused on Alder as he started going on about using the Nobles attending as role models. Of course, he had almost forgotten every Noble House in the Moonlight Council had someone attending the Academy that year. His eyes browsed around and he spotted many faces he knew from court. Well, this would be an interesting year indeed.
As Alder continued with his initial speech, Lucan spent the time to size up some of his soon to be fellow Vampires. It seemed only a small number were Embraced which made sense and he made a mental note to at least make acquaintances with them even if they were second class. He frowned then, there was that arrogance again making an appearance. He tilted his head and then nodded again, rephrasing in his head that they could prove to be great Vampires in some way or another. His eyes then went to the huddle of Purebloods and Lucan did his best not to judge to harshly, just scanning and trying to get a feel for personalities or getting a hidden tell given to him from someone not as practiced as he in the political world. And then there were the Nobles, Lucan only getting brief glances at them but of course knowing who they were. He was sure they would also know of him or at least his family and made a mental note not to initiate contact, after all he was below their station which was just fine with him.
He didn't have a whole lot of respect for any of the Noble families except the Noila's and at that thought his mind went to Aaron, the youngest member of the Starag family who had also been assigned to the Academy this year. He remembered the young Starag had been sent to the Bordeleaux's for combat training, Lucan had been his tutor with the Longsword. Though after William and Sariel had gotten a hold of the Mage hopeful, he was already rather good. Lucan focused mostly on footwork and how to gain advantages while also leaving the Mage open to cast spells. It was a different style that he himself would employ but then, Lucan wouldn't be able to light someone on fire or cause the earth beneath him to squash his opponents. Overall he had quite enjoyed his time with Aaron and hoped the young man was finding the Academy to be a good time.
He was just getting comfortable when he saw a few of the Embraced shuffle closer to each other. Lucan stepped forward a bit out of the shadows and overheard them talking about how boring Alder was and shrugged to himself. Alder wasn't the best speaker but he hoped, for their sake the two Embraced would heed some of the words of wisdom that the Elder Vampire was saying. It was never good to disregard advice, even if you felt you knew plenty on the subject. But it wasn't Lucan's responsibility to reprimand anyone, he was a student just like anyone else and so he fought down the urge to defend Alder's honor and instead just moved forward when Alder dismissed them to leave. He wanted to make sure his schedule would reflect his desire of as many weapons and combat classes as possible. He passed by the Embraced, and nodded to the one that he heard speak about Alder. He continued past the still groggy purebloods and then the social elite. He knew he was opening himself up to be approached but he had to ensure his time spent here wouldn't make him rusty with his weapons training.
As he approached the councilors he wondered how much an image he was, strolling through wearing a midnight black overcoat over a purple vest with a similar midnight black undershirt. His pants were formal styled leather with the legs tucked into a pair of knee high polished military boots, also black of color. Attached to his left shoulder and hanging softly was a black satin cloak engraved with the Bordeleaux House Crest, a silver falling star curling around a silver sword pointing down on top of a dark purple background. He of course had his Rapier on his right side in a glossy black scabbard which had bits of white thrown in as if they were stars. Attached to his belt on his back was a gauche knife in a similar sheath to the Rapier. He walked with a practiced ease, a walk many of the Pureblood Vampires would recognize as the standard walk of the courts, calm and assured. Smiling softly, Lucan nodded to the few that caught his eye and reached his councilor, speaking low on his classes and making sure his wishes were followed. He then turned and tilted his head, stepping out of the way should anyone else wish to speak with the Councilor, placing his hands behind his back and waiting for the room to begin clearing before making his way out.
You know that awful feeling in your mouth after you get braces? Your teeth ache as they move, and your tongue uncontrollably attacks the foreign invaders in your mouth as if to say, "The hell is this? This doesn't belong here. Get it out, now!" Imagine that feeling multiplied tenfold. All night, Joryldin could focus on nothing but what felt like two massive spikes in his mouth. They rubbed against the inside of his lips, poked his gums, and he couldn't keep his tongue off of them no matter how hard he tried.
Count Alder's speech was no less irritating. He said that humans weren't pets, but expected the students to control their mages life like one would keep track of a puppy. Joryldin tuned out pretty much everything that the rotting count had to say besides vital information about classes. Guidance councilors were a blessing from heaven above, and he was grateful that he had an adult to help him sort out his courses, but as soon as he had instructions to talk to someone else, he started ignoring the speech completely. Joryldin put in his earbuds and started up a playlist on his phone, the most recent album by Red.
One of the few prominent human musicians, and the subject of much controversy, the woman known simply as Red had always been Joryldin's favorite artist. Her music, which seemed perfectly innocent to passing listeners, was always charged with powerful emotion. Every song had a hidden meaning, usually one that her vampire peers did not appreciate. Themes of freedom, independence, criticism of how humans were looked down on, it was no wonder Jorydlin gravitated towards her work.
Recently, Red had suffered a terrible accident while at her most recent concert. Just as her performance had finished and the musician took her bow, a stage light came crashing down onto her back. Several ribs were broken and her lungs were left heavily scarred. Red would never be able to sing again. Her fellow artists gave long winded speeches mourning the loss of one of the biggest inspirations of this human generation, but everyone knew it was all just crocodile tears. Many, including Joryldin, suspected foul play.
Joryldin wondered if Red would be disappointed to hear that one of her biggest fans had become a vampire...
As Morrigan nudged his fellow Embraced, he caught a glimpse of the contentious album cover before Joryldin dropped the phone into his hoodie pocket. The other freshman didn't seem nearly as frustrated as the glimpse Morrigan caught the night before. He simply looked tired. Draped in comfortable clothes (though neglecting to pull up his hood as there was no real danger in eye contact with other vampires), the fledgling looked ready to fall asleep. His dull crimson eyes were cloudy and unfocused, and his features all seemed to droop. When Morrigan nudged him, Joryldin pulled out one of his earbuds and looked his way. He collected himself a bit and gave Morrigan a soft smile.
”Could he get any duller?”
I dunno, it's pretty interesting to me. Didn't think him the type to be a contortionist, but how else could he be so far up his own ass? At least, that's what Joryldin wanted to say, but this was a prestigious school with some of the most powerful and narcissistic vampires on the planet. One wrong word could cost him his head, or worse.
"It's a necessary evil, I guess. I'd probably be wandering around like a stray cat without this tour, and we get to see the electives and whatnot." He couldn't keep it all in though, and with a chuckle he added, "At least we aren't stuck in 'human psychology' class. It's probably just a whole period of this."
The air permeated with the scent of rubbing alcohol, so much so that it made some feel nauseous. Dozens of families lining the rows of cots and chairs, patiently awaiting their turn to be seen. A soft and exasperated sigh could be heard coming from Salem as he reached up and dragged his forearm across his forehead, clearing any sweat that may have pooled up there. He continued to grind away at some herbs,using a mortar and pestle, creating medicinal pastes and ointments for those in his care. "Now, this might sting a bit at first, but it will begin to soothe soon enough." Salem told the young child as he approached him with the medicine. He carefully placed it over childs burns, then wrapping them gently. "Here is some medicine that should last you for a week, make sure to use fresh bandages when reapplying the medication." Salem handed the container to the mother along with written instructions for how to care for the burn, giving her a warm smile before ushering them out for the next patients. This persisted for the better part day, taking in patients, caring for them, then seeing the next. Before Salem knew it it was already 10 am. Damn it, I'm going to get an ear full for missing the first day. It's all ceremonial anyways, I'm sure they wont miss a mage for one day.
-Later At Home-
"Do you have any idea what day it is?" Salem Sr. questioned his son sternly, as if he was a disgrace, just as Salem entered the house. Salem removed his dirty apron, undid his hair, and began to rub his hand around his neck. His anxiety began to well up in him, nervousness at the brim of spilling, but that would only make matters worse in front of his father. "I know, it was the opening ceremony to the Noila Academy...but this was important. Those people out there in the slums, they need this help, more than that academy needs me for some opening ceremony." His voice was weary from the long days work, yet he attempted to maintain a level of calmness. A long exasperated sigh escaped his mouth as his hand fell back to his side. "Look, I will head over there first thing tomorrow. Don't worry, they most likely didn't notice my absence tonight." His fathers eyes brimmed with rage as he clenched his jaw. He swiftly charged towards Salem, footsteps pounding into the wood floor, until he was mere inches away from his son. "I told you. Those people down there, they only use you, your kindness. You should be charging them for all these treatments. Instead you're out there gallivanting in the slums with your free clinic's, letting them abuse you and your talents, instead of going to the prestigious academy that will help you have a chance at a better future. You-" His father was quickly cut off by a female voice gleefully yelling down the stairs. His mother Alice was rushing down towards the two "'re home! Thats what you were going to say, right darling? Oh how glad i am to see you sweetie! I was afraid I had missed my chance to say goodbye before you set off to your new life at school. She wrapped her arms around Salem and held him tight. "Just look at you, so filthy. Go upstairs and get cleaned up. Rest before your big day ahead of you tonight."
Once Salem had arrived at the academy he was met with an impressive gate and two staff members who attempted to help him unload his luggage. "Just a second please." he requested as he opened up the trunk and pulled out several collapse-able dollies. "The trunks contain many fragile items and equipment, please exercise the highest form of caution when handling them. The back and trunk of the car were filled with traveling trunks, clasped shut and locked to insure nothing could fall out. Salem stepped towards one attendant while the other began to handle the luggage. "Here is an envelope containing your dormitory, partner's name, and a photograph of them as well. Now this is your schedule, mages and vampires have their own classes as you may of guessed. Don't worry, you will meet yours soon." Salem took the items and slid them into his leather satchel. His satchel contained a wooden frame inside to help the bag keep shape. Along with the frame were metal rods that contained a dozen miniature gyrosphere's holding vials of Salem's blood, ensuring they wouldn't be jostled as he walked. "Thank you, could you escort me towards my orientation? I'm afraid i will arrive late, yet again." a nervous chuckle escaped him as he began to shove his hands into his pockets. Salem could hardly keep his gaze off the ground while speaking to the attendant. The attendant gave Salem a firm nod before gesturing for him to follow alongside him.
As they strolled past the fountains where just the other night mages and vampires had mingled together, he motioned his right hand towards a path lined with flora. Salem closed his eyes, taking in the scent of the nearby flowers. Lavender drifted through the breeze, no doubt in place to help relax the students that were being thrust into this new world. "Dormitories are over there, you will be living alongside your vampire partner. We preach peace and equality here at Noila Academy,and thus you both will receive the same accommodations. We do hope that you two will get along and build bonds together. Here is Rose Hall where your orientation is currently taking place." Salem pulled out a golden pocket watch, clicking it open and noticing the time was 9:30 pm. "Thank you for your help, I'm sure my partner and i will get along just fine. If you'll excuse me." Salem gave the man a half bow and quietly opened the door, just enough to slide in. He slowly closed it, keeping the handle turned the entire way so as to avoid the sound of the locks clicking into place. He found his way towards the back of the crowd noticing a few characters that stood out more than others. A woman with silvery hair that shone like the moonlight, and a man with golden hair like the sun. He seemed famliar some how, as if he had seen him in his lessons or- Aaron Starag?! What was he doing here? Did the Noila vampires attend the school as a formality? That must be why he is here. Salem sat down with his thoughts as his eyes wandered around the room. So many mages in one place, How many aspects are in this room alone? Once the speeches were over and the mages were free to roam, Salem pulled out the envelope containing his vampires name. He stared blankly at it, tapping it against the palm of his hand anxiously before finally opening it. "Lucan Bordeleaux. Pretty...very pretty. I sure hope we can get along" Salem tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shaking his leg as he sat there fidgeting with the envelope. He finally mustered enough courage to stand up, rising fast then opening his eyes. His legs walked with determination as he searched for someone with the name tag of "Plant" at the stage. When finally there his voice was low, clearing his throat with his hand rung around his neck once more. "Excuse me, I was hoping you could help me control some of my power? I seem to be having an issue with...pheromones?"
Varis left his new servant alone to complete his tasks. The vampire hummed softly under his breath as he considered the new addition to his life, walking slowly towards his room. The mage performed better than expected, despite the shakey start. The boy accepted responsibility for his failures, providing explanations without leaning on them as excuses. The mage used his questions effectively, determining the depth of his situations and the width of Varis’ expectations for the servant. And his final question. A smile twitched at the thought of it. At least it showed the boy’s brain wasn’t entirely useless. It was an excellent use of an unexpected resource.
‘Perhaps I can train the boy into more than a measly pawn.’ Varis mused as he shut his bedroom door and locked it behind himself. The boy seem to lack the necessary nuances for subterfuge so he wouldn’t be as useful as Varis wanted but more so than the vampire’s initial assessment. The boy would likely be useful as bait. The boy was easy on the eyes, extremely so. Varis doubted the mage would be unpopular. Royal training, outstanding pedigree, stunning looks, what seemed like an overall pleasant personality-Varis chuckled. The perfect person to lure unsuspecting people into his trap. Perhaps he should start spinning his web earlier than planned. Varis felt the familiar giddy feeling welling up inside as he plotted, a blend of sinister excitement and cautious expectation. It would be fun playing on the Noilas’ personal ground.
The vampire made his way to his belongings and quickly put them away neatly. A small trunk, made of lacquered wood and soft leather, he pulled out of a bag gingerly. He was tempted to open it and get lost in the contents but with a heavy sigh, he gently stored in in the bottom of his closet, shoved against the back wall beneath the now empty travel bags. He fiddled with the key he kept beneath his clothes and around his neck absently. Perhaps tomorrow.
He placed his violin safely on its stand on top of the chest of drawers for easy access. The last of his belongs were placed into the bathroom, covering the counter and filing cabinets quickly. Varis would be the first to admit he was a touch vain but his routines were relaxing and damn if he wasn’t going to relax at some point of his day. Varis organized his things by frequency of use, lotions and creams and shampoos and conditioners and, of course, he favorite face masks. He knelt in front of another smaller wooden chest with a combination lock and opened it, revealing a small hoard of bath bombs. He discovered the mortal creations just shy of three decades ago and absolutely loved them. After the first time hid Lady discovered them, he also purchased a way to hide them. He turned on the tub and took his time considering his options. He turned them over one by one as the bath filled before picking a soft pink one in the shape of a flower. Lavender was his typical go to but he didn’t have any lavender gel bombs and he wanted gel tonight. He popped the bomb under the stream, swirling it in the water to help it dissolve, and turned off the water flow. Varis pulled out a long cloth he kept in the bottom of the chest, neatly folded away, and draped it over his mirror until it was completely covered.
He tied his hair up and pinned a few rogue pieces back after he stripped and left his clothes folded on the toilet seat. He paused a moment, glanced back into the box, and pulled out several lotus LED lights and floated them on the water after turning them on. They mimicked candle light, casting a slow flickering glow over the tub as he slid into it. A pleased sigh left his lips as the mixture wrapped around him.
As he relaxed, absently pushing the small lights around, he considered next course of action. Tonight went well but tomorrow was a new night with plenty of things to do. Further assess the boy, evaluate the other nobles, contact his idiot sibling about the money he owed, peruse the campus and town, determine the social ladder of the students and reconstruct it. All in addition to the silly orientation. So much to do, so little time. And hopefully his Lady wouldn’t complicate everything further, though he felt sure she would.
An hour later, he stood and showered off while the tub drained, returning the lights to their appropriate spot. He toweled off and stood in front of the sink, considering his options. His morning routine when done in full took almost an hour and honestly, he just wanted sleep at this point. So he brush his teeth and used only his favorite face wash and an overnight face mask. The smell of mint filled the room as he applied, experienced in doing so without a mirror at this point. He hung the towel in the bathroom after double checking to make sure he was fully dried and padded into his room. He plopped into his bed, carefully enough to not muss his face mask, and slipped under the covers. He ruefully admitted the sheet quality was better than his own but appearances were important and he would be losing them within the week. He decided to enjoy them for now and let himself slip into sleep.
Varis woke the next morning as the smell of warm strawberries and fresh coffee wound its way beneath his door. He stretched, laying there for a few minutes as the fog of sleep cleared. The clock on his wall read five past eight. With a slight bit of effort, he forced himself out of the comfort of his bed and onto his feet to grab the clothes he left on his bedside and padded back into the bathroom to wash off his mask.
Varis reconsidered the clothes he had laid out. Nothing as fancy as the night before but still good quality. A grey double breasted waistcoat, a white shirt, red tie, and grey slacks.Varis slipped into them, carefully adjusting each one, before turning to the mirror and pulling off the cover. He hummed as he styled his hair, letting it cascade down over one ear but keeping it pulled up above the other. He opened a small jewelry box and picked out a silver ear cuff in the shape of a snake, fitting it tightly over the shell of his exposed ear. He applied another lotion to his face and slipped a small bottle into his pocket, decided he was ready for the day. He grabbed one of his pocket watches and slipped it into his coat pocket.
“Once orientation is over, you do not need to accompany me around the campus. Feel free to use the evening as you wish so long as you complete your task. I expect you back here at three.” Varis checked his pocket watch, shutting it with a loud snap. “We are leaving now. On time is late and early is on time.” Varis took his leave, waiting until Aaron left to lock the dorm.
Varis struck up a conversation with the child of a vampire family living in Sinnenodel territory as they walked to orientation but dismissed them quickly once it became apparent they had no interest in the family business. Instead, he took the time to scan the orientations group. Not many of the Embraced, thankfully they had been spared from too many of the wretched creatures, and mostly pureblood filled their ranks. Even if they were commoners. Easier to manipulate at least. More importantly…
His eyes flitted briefly over a familiar figure, Amaris Marivaldi, and a smirk crossed his face before he settled his expression back into something more polite. They had the opportunity to meet briefly in the past at a few social functions their respective families held. The Marivaldi respected their mages as equals rather than things to be used. Maybe that's why an Embraced mage snatched her inheritance out from under her. Either way, he made a note to keep Aaron around for entertainment when he thought the Marivaldi would be present. Watching her lose her temper would be amusing at the very least.
His eyes picked out two other figures, none he recognized immediately, but the make of their clothes were far nicer than what most could afford and the nobility always had an air about them, trained into them since birth. The woman was confident and sure of herself but the man, oh the man was withdrawn, sullen, irritable. All the markings of an easy target. He didn’t know who he was yet but Varis would have that one under his thumb first. A little research and a few harmless questions and hopefully it’ll be as easy as the sullen vampire looks.
Through Alder’s speech, Varis fought hard not to roll his eyes. Mages were tools to be used for their short, insignificant lives. Why waste so much effort personally ensuring their success when other resources existed for that exact purpose? After all, that's what the Academy was for. He glanced down at his pocket watch and put it back with a soft click. He nearly sighed with relief when the man ceased his irritating prattle but instead he cocked his head. A Bordeleaux strode past, full family regalia on display, and Varis watched as he spoke to a counselor for a brief moment. First a Starag and now a Bordeleaux. What game requires two pieces of such magnitude in play so early on. Varis would have to reconsider a few things but his initial strategy hadn’t changed. He turned his attention away from the Bordeleaux and instead focused on Amaris Marivaldi. When he approached the other vampire, he bowed appropriately.
“It is a pleasure, Countess.” He said with a smile. “We haven’t had the opportunity to meet in recent decades. How are you and Lord Marivaldi doing? Last I heard you were still rather at odds with the man.”
Varis emerged from his room just as Aaron was clearing away his dishes, dressed to the nines and outlining the plan for the day. As Varis finished, Aaron glanced at his watch, making a mental note.
"Three o'clock." he confirmed, then ducked quickly into his room to grab his sword before following Varis out, securing it to his hip as he went with practiced ease. Varis locked the door behind them, and Aaron was reminded that he didn't have a key. Not only did he have to be back by three, he noted, but he probably couldn't get back any earlier. He set an alarm on his phone for 2:45am and made his way behind Varis to the main campus, where they parted ways.
Aaron fell into the middle of the mage group, absently following those in front of him as he looked around wide-eyed at the sights around the campus. The air was alive with magic and excitement for the most part, and the energy was intoxicating. Before long, Aaron found himself grinning wide in anticipation, forgetting for the moment his worries and anxieties as he watched the wonders the upper-level students performed all over the campus lawn. Of course he didn't miss the few mages in the crowd who did their best to sink into the ground, looking very self-conscious with leather straps or chains around their necks. Aaron caught the eye of one, who looked to be struggling to keep his composure, and offered a reassuring smile. For all he knew, he might be in the same position by the end of the night.
He grimaced at the rancid smell of cigarette smoke as someone walked behind him, but his spirits returned to him as a bird swooped by, its glistening form revealing it was actually made of water. Aaron watched it as it fluttered past the crowd, stifling a laugh and covering the guilty smile on his face when it drenched a girl at the head of the pack.
Soon after the group approached a building labelled Rose Hall, and started filing in. Aaron paused at the door, letting some people go past him as he looked out over their heads, hoping to see a spot of white among them. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything, and soon followed the rest inside, taking a seat one row back from the front of the stage.
He listened intently to the Headmaster's speech, eyes softening with empathy every time the old man succumbed to his coughing. It was an issue that plagued his mother; she'd come down with a crippling respiratory infection when he was about seventeen, and her lungs never quite recovered. With the Headmaster, though, Aaron was pretty confident the issue came with age.
He noted the Headmaster's counsel about vampire-mage relationships, then jumped as one of the doors behind them slammed open. But then a gentle, floral breeze washed over him and he immediately relaxed. He'd recognize that anywhere. Sure enough, when he turned to look there was Sariel, Ms. Stylish Entrance herself, striding down the aisle. When she caught sight of him she gave him a wink, and Aaron smiled warmly. He'd only known Sariel for a few years but she had played an integral part so far in what little aspect control he had, and she was an uplifting presence in what could sometimes be an otherwise dreary and stiff environment at Noila castle. She was, as could be expected, suitably decked out for the occasion in Noila colours, all golds and sapphires gleaming in the stage lights. Aaron couldn't help but inwardly chuckle.
He looked on with a knowing smile as Sariel made her presentation, and had to quietly laugh at her closing remark. He was tempted to go up and say hello to her, but he figured there might be other students with more pressing concerns and he didn't want to take time away from them. Instead, once Sariel released them he stood and made his way to where the various student clubs and societies had set up tables. A few caught his interest - one for an arcane study club, one for affinity practice, one for a student orchestra - but he made a beeline for one in particular: the Arena Guild.
The Arena Guild booth was nicely decorated with all sorts of well-made information displays including what the club did, how they operated, and several images of the club crest. It also featured a few weapons on display - an axe and a shortsword - as an example of some of the activities they offered. It was staffed by two upper-level mages (they were actually probably around Aaron's age - he knew he was a bit older than a lot of the first years), a dark-skinned bald man and a tall blonde woman, chatting excitedly to each other and other interested first-years about the various exploits of the Guild.
Aaron and the Guild representatives exchanged greetings when it was finally his turn to speak to them, introducing himself only as Aaron, a new student.
"So you're interested in swordplay are you, Aaron?" The woman asked, gesturing sarcastically to the sword on his hip.
Aaron smiled. "Call it a family tradition."
They chatted for another minute or so before Aaron finally asked, "Do you think it would be possible for you to help me find a sparring partner for later today?"
"Oh, totally!" replied the man, whose name was Joseph, sliding a piece of paper and a pen across the table. "We have lots of members who are always looking for an excuse to get into the Arena, just fill this out so we can get an idea of your skill level and match you to someone suitable."
Aaron nodded and set to work filling out the form, moving out of the way of other students and stooping over a corner of the table. It was mostly basic information and a self-declaration of skill level, and he couldn't help but grin to himself as he circled "Advanced".
Arianna felt something....pang inside as she listened to Lilie's answer, the tone in which it came out, the manner in which it was delivered being noted out of the corner of the vampiress' discerning eye. Ah. So that was how it had become, then, for Lilie? Cruel. Her own father was one case of things, but she figured that was perhaps worse in its own ways. To be close, to know that...warmth of love. Yet then having that snatched away...if she had heard any stories about mages in the past right, then some families rejected them. Yet some called only the vampires cruel, because they drank blood? There was more than blood that one could drink. Emotions. Sanity. The will to go on. She'd felt that personally...and for that the one who'd done that to her would be gutted and put on a cross to see the sun rise. She would make it happen, one day, no matter what.
Finding herself lost in thoughts, somewhat alone in that for a moment, Arianna smoothly transitioned this time back into her usual airs as she turned to face Lilie, walking over to the mage with a sexy gait in her step. Leaning down a bit, she used the index finger of her right hand to gently raise Lilie's head to meet her own smile. Then softly, gently, Arianna placed a chaste kiss upon the water mage's forehead before standing up straight again, her right index finger trailing softly off of Lilie's chin in the process.
"My dear, dear Lilie. Perhaps...we can talk about family later, hmm? If you would be fine with such.
But to answer your questions for now...
I expect you to become the best "you" that you can be. Lilie, the mage, my partner, and most importantly someone who can live with who they have become. We shall work to instill a confidence in you as well, though let it not fall into pride my dear....for that is something which can slay any vampire or human in this world, in a heartbeat even.
As for tasks, i desire you to be well-rested for tomorrow. Then perhaps you could get the mail in the morning for us?
I shall also be arising earlier to practice a spot of my fencing before the night begins properly, and you are more than welcome to join me for it. Haha, it is better than training alone at any rate, and i swear my fencing suit is getting a bit dusty these days."
After speaking, Arianna drifted away in the direction of the bedrooms, hands locked behind her back playfully, looking over her shoulder and giving a sensually teasing wink to Lilie. Though after her head turned back around, she seemed to freeze for a moment after another step, before looking back to Lilie again with a more serious look on her face, one filled with a bit of worry.
"Ah, and do be wary enough of that boy you were with when i first found you at the event. To be truthful, he seemed like a lost puppy with wide eyes as he looked at you, all full of affection and fascination with your very being as the hormones raged in his blood enough to smell it. I am not one to say affections are all bad now, but i recognize that type of look.
I am also familiar with the potential things it can lead to, or cause. Obsession being one of them.
Perhaps he is a good boy, maybe a good friend potentially. He seemed to be of good stock just from looking at him at the time.
But human or vampire, the world can be a dangerous place if we are not careful. And so i shall trust your judgement in things regarding this, but also do not be afraid to come to me if anything ever happens or you need advice, hmm? I am here for you, and i hope you shall come to always know this...because i shall prove it."
With that, Arianna gave a wave as she moved to go to her bedroom for the day. Though the note was somber, a tone of sincerity also came into it. Though by the time she had finally gotten out of Lilie's line of sight the somber thoughts had been replaced with idea of her sleepwear and how that sexy, silken gown would feel upon her skin, sensually hugging her loosely about the curves and such...ahn~
-Early Evening-
Arianna had arisen earlier than her darling little Lilie purposefully, preparing the girl a hot breakfast and keeping it in the microwave after drinking a good glass of blood or few to get her started for the day. Bacon and eggs, humans called it? Haha, she about wished vampires could try such things, but at least she had her cabinet of fine bloods in bottles to go off of for variety.
Then she had placed a note upon Lilie's door on the inside telling her where the food was, not daring to wake the other girl. Of course, she had enjoyed the view of the sleeping water mage a bit, but has restrained herself. From here she had gone about to put on her gear leave a smaller, spare suit out in case Lilie would have like to use it, and then went to go practice in the main room. After all, there would still be enough light out at this hour to not be very fun to get into~
-Night 1 of School-
The speeches the bravado, the introduction of the important people such as herself that were among the student body this year. Her aura of regality seemed to glow amidst it, though mentally it felt a tad boring when it had come down to it. Of course having gotten that letter from little Varis, well that had been just delightful and dangerous at the same time now, hadn't it? A Sinnodel wanting to speak to them all, likely a political move on his part in her mind that could carry any sort of actions for debate, analyzing opponents, or the like. Not that he was the only one potentially able to make use of it all. Yes indeed, she felt a ping of excitement within her for when the meeting would be coming little soiree if it was confirmed to still be going on.
Of course dear Alder Noila was a tad sour for her taste, sneering at embraced/turned when his own princesses were among that group. Such a sad things to ponder, and if she had been a high-ranking Noila she'd have taken off his head right there for offending her. A certain level of distaste was of course allowed to be heard in polite society, ah, but after a certain point one cannot allow such frivolous things to set a bad example for others. But perhaps she was a tad harsh? Such a thought didn't matter right now anywho, as her mind absorbed information about the Arena and clubs and such events and things going on. Clearly as well, Administration over business and such things was one of the only proper paths for a lady such as herself to pursue here when it came to choosing an aforementioned "area of interest".
Ooh, perhaps with some Human Studies electives, carefully picked to her liking and benefit of course, would prove useful for her in the long run. Whatever the case, she could feeling the many sets of eyes of other student boring into her skull. Twas' a normal thing for her, something she understood how to deal with on a common basis. Who could resist her, after all?
Standing up, Arianna pushed some hair behind her ear. She could hear a vampire girl nearby's breath catch for a moment, as if snapping out of it. Merely keeping the air of grace about her, and a formal smile on her face, she strode over to the table, giving a visible, small wink at Amaris Marivaldi for good measure along the way. What could she say, the cuties were here and she was present as well. Twas' hard not to do a little something...even just in non-harmful flirtatious play, all as as the boys and ladies took in her visage due to her regal, sexy gait as she walked~
Approaching the individual holding the "A-G" sign, her smile widening a little as she stopped in front of them, one hand upon her hip now in a determined posture.
"Ah, may i ask for a general idea or list of what sort of classes might suit a lady such as myself? I am most interested, with perhaps something like administration being a future goal of mine~" she said to the individual holding the sign, her aura not holding anything back as she politely requisitioned information from the individual in her usual manner, words as sweet as honey, eyes as deep as oceans, and her tone as smooth as the finest of any silks.
”Oh god, I don’t even want to imagine,” he said with a groan. An hour of being reminded that they were still essentially cattle. An hour of carefully plucked words that wept with double intent. He was already irritated with the principle's pragmatic chatter. Had he been in the mages shoes . . . Max is probably going to be in a bad mood. Morrigan's face crumpled into a sour look. He just wanted to go to class. He rather be learning things that be told to keep his partner in check. Plus, surely the lay out of the academy couldn’t be that difficult to remember.
”How are you taking the change?” He refused eye contract as his voice hissed out the question. There was a burning desire to know; was it only him that was having difficulties? There was a high chance that the boy had asked for this—unlike himself. But even those who wanted this life, they must be missing something. He folded his arms across his chest, biting back his own doubts while waiting for the boys response. It probably wasn’t the best place to hold this conversation but Morrigan was never one to know when was the appropriate time to approach things.
He eyed the pure bloods in front of him with a weighted look. Could he become more like that? At ease? The thoughts brewed while the tour edged to a close. Lunch was up next, something he both looked forward too and dreaded at the same time.
“Oh gosh, aren’t you eager? But call me Sariel. Ms. Asiree makes me sound like a functional adult and that I am not!” Sariel laughed and continued knocking her heels against the stage. She considered the question for a moment. “My Awakening showed me my affinity so I don’t have a lot of advice for figuring it out. But once you do, fall in love with your magic.” She hopped off the stage with a wink for the others who were interested in speaking with her and slipped her arm into Max’s, steering him into the cluster of tables. Several pairs of eyes watched jealousy as they departed. The breeze circling Sairel enveloped Max as well. “Take every opportunity to explore your magic, every second of every day. Most of your classmates are gonna use it when it’s convenient or when it’s right. Use your magic to turn a page, use it to get the salt shaker, use it to pick something up off the ground. Everyone thinks mastery is all about the big spells, the structure and flashy effects, but it’s the little things that make a master. And above all, enjoy it. You may hate your situation but revel in your power.” She patted Max’s arm sympathetically. “Anyways, I’ll introduce you to someone I tutored personally so he has a bit more skilled than most of your class. Once you figure out your affinity, he can help you get ahead on your control exercises.” She grinned at the boy and stopped in front of the Arena Guild table where a blond headed mage filled out some papers. “How rude. Not even going to say hello to your old tutor Aaron?” She said teasingly. “Anyways, Aaron this is…” She turned to Max, a look of horror and embarrassment on her face. “Oh gosh, I completely forgot to ask your name. I’m so sorry! I must seem like a complete airhead!”
The woman wearing the “Plant” tag had her name written in large block letters. Scarlet May. Her red hair was pulled up in a loose bun, strands still escaping. Smudges of dirt streaked across her pale skin, under yellowed eyes. She wore comfortable clothing, a long sleeved shirt and jeans with a pair of gardener’s gloves sticking out of the back pocket. She chuckled at the boy’s predicament.
“Sorry, I just find it funny how many of us have that problem. That’s why they make sure a Plant mage is always here you know?” She held out her hand to shake his. The nails were bit short and a few flecks of dirt had made their way underneath them. “Scarlet May, plant mage and the head of the gardening association here at Noila. Your problem isn’t going to go away until your get your magic under control a bit more unfortunately. All you can do right now is figure out a few calming exercises. I have a pamphlet with a few if you’d like.”
“It depends on the type of administration you are interested in. We offer a variety of economic, business, and social classes that would work well towards a profession in administration Countess.” The woman bowed as she spoke. “Was there something specific you had in mind?”
Max turned his head away from Sariel as she wrapped their arms together, hoping to hide his brief distasteful sneer from her. Figures she'd be touchy. At least the breeze smelled nice. Despite the dismissive body language, he was paying rapt attention to what the mage had to say. Very sensible, in his opinion, and a stark contrast to the showoffs outside. He just had to hope for an affinity that lent itself to everyday use, lest he be cooped up in a training room at every hour of the day. Well, that didn't sound too bad; less chance for people to bother him.
"Anyways, I’ll introduce you to someone I tutored personally so he has a bit more skilled than most of your class. Once you figure out your affinity, he can help you get ahead on your control exercises."
Or not. He wasn't averse to taking pointers from others, he just wished he could skip the idle chitchat that always accompanied it. His eyes swept over their apparent destination as Sariel led him along. Arena Guild? That sounded useful, provided there weren't so many rules and suffocating restrictions that it was hardly a fight at all.
"Anyways, Aaron this is… Oh gosh, I completely forgot to ask your name. I’m so sorry! I must seem like a complete airhead!"
He narrowed his eyes at the blond in question. Retriever. Great.
"Max." He answered simply, eyeing Aaron up and down. He had a weapon at his side, which implied he knew how to use it if he bothered carrying it around all day. Plus, he was at the arena table, so clearly he at least thought he could fight. Max could work with this. Maybe he'd misjudged the other mage. "Sariel seems to believe you can give me an edge on magic control, and I'd prefer not to settle for mediocrity. Judging by where you're standing," he gestured lazily to the Arena Guild table, "I'm inclined to believe she isn't just recommending you out of nepotism."
Aaron was just finishing the Arena Guild paperwork when he heard a familiar voice.
“How rude. Not even going to say hello to your old tutor Aaron?”
He smiled and turned around, loosely arranging his arms behind his back as he drew back up to his full height. "Forgive me Sariel," he replied with a light-hearted tone, "I didn't want to tear you away from your adoring fans."
Aaron's eyes then flicked to the mage accompanying her, a boy who stood almost the same height as himself, with mousey-brown hair and cold blue eyes set in a thoroughly unamused expression. If Aaron remembered correctly, he thought he'd seen this mage at the gala the night before, but he wasn't quite sure. He did, however, catch the dirty look the boy threw his way.
He introduced himself as Max, and Aaron offered his hand. However, Max just glanced distastefully toward it without taking it, and Aaron was forced to take it back. Fairly rude, but Aaron reminded himself that not everyone had been raised the way he'd been, and that lots of people were probably on edge with the whole situation and gave the mage the benefit of the doubt before attributing the gesture to malice. However, he wasn't blind to Max's examining gaze and returned one of his own, albeit much more discreet. The boy was a little skinny, and dressed like he was spending the day at home and not at a prestigious institution, but Aaron tried to look past it. Overall, he just looked annoyed. Like he was tired of it all.
"Sariel seems to believe you can give me an edge on magic control, and I'd prefer not to settle for mediocrity. Judging by where you're standing, I'm inclined to believe she isn't just recommending you out of nepotism."
"Ah," Aaron replied, shifting his weight back a little. He gave Sariel a mischievous smile. "Well I certainly hope it's not about nepotism," he laughed, reflecting Sariel's teasing tone with his own, "Or it might reflect a little poorly on you as a tutor..."
He turned his smile back to Max, friendly as ever. "Well Max, where I come from we don't exactly settle for mediocrity either-" he shot Sariel a knowing look, "-and Sariel is an excellent teacher; I'd like to think I've done pretty well with her guidance." Of course, by the sound of it, Aaron didn't think Max would take his word for it. So he had a fun idea.
"Hmm..." He looked up at the ceiling for a light source, happy to find one almost directly above his head. He held out his hands, one palm facing up and the other inward, 'caught' some of the light from the overheads in his upturned hand, and carefully turned his palms to face each other. The ring on his left middle finger began to glow yellow, and a beam of light appeared between his palms, dim at first and gradually brightening. His arms visibly tensed, as if he were squeezing something between his hands, as the light there grew ever brighter, reflecting back and forth between his palms like mirrors. He closed his eyes for a second, focusing on the uncanny feeling between his hands, and when he opened them again they shone as well, irises and pupils disappearing into a solid yellow glow. The beam between his hands grew to an uncomfortable brightness - he always expected it to be hot, but it never was - before finally disappearing with a flash as he let it go.
Aaron looked back up at Max with a satisfied smile, the glow of his eyes dissolving away after a few blinks. Magic was always fun.
"Anyway," he shrugged, "I'm happy to help if you're interested."
Aaron's ring looks pretty much like this but instead of being red it's more like this colour. Not sure why you need this detail, but there it is.
“Sorry, I just find it funny how many of us have that problem. That’s why they make sure a Plant mage is always here you know?” She held out her hand to shake his. The nails were bit short and a few flecks of dirt had made their way underneath them. “Scarlet May, plant mage and the head of the gardening association here at Noila. Your problem isn’t going to go away until your get your magic under control a bit more unfortunately. All you can do right now is figure out a few calming exercises. I have a pamphlet with a few if you’d like.”
Salem took her hand shook it, noting the flecks of dirt, and her attire which proved she was more hands on than some care to be."Salem Spellman, it's a pleasure to meet you Scarlet. I am glad to hear I'm not the only one who has struggled with this dilemma." his voice was smooth and collected now as his muscles began to relax having heard it was a natural part of being a plant mage. Validation, Salem always sought it as a refuge, some way to know he isnt a disgrace; especially if that validation didnt come with a price, meaning he wasnt a means to an end. "I think those pamphlets sound like a great idea, honestly. I typically go the herbal route, calming teas, less caffeinated diet, and tinctures if I need it. After all, every bit helps. I wonder if you would also, by any chance, happen to have anything on controlling ones magic? Being able to, not just suppress it, but channel it, and embrace it. When I care to, and not just as a defense mechanism."
It was at that moment something began to catch his eye. A light source that grew brighter and brighter by the second, then suddenly a luminous flash and then nothing. Once the Salem's eyes began to correct themselves from having stared into the flash, he saw that Aaron Starag was behind it. Of course it was him, why wouldnt a well versed mage from a noble family be showing off. Damn if he isnt impressive though, perhaps he can show me control when classes arent in session...who am I kidding, noble like him wouldnt look my way. Salem shook his head slightly, as if to rid himself of the thoughts, then looked back towards Scarlet, pointing at Aaron "That is what I need. Control, even the smallest bit will help. Also...today is my first day and I was wondering if you could tell me anything about my partner? I havent had the chance to meet him yet." Salem pulled out the photo with his name and handed it to Scarlet for inspection.
Letting out a slight sigh as her alarm went off, Lilie rubbed her eyes as she sat up. Dragging herself out of bed, she stretched her arms above her head before placing her hands on her hips. The feeling of waking up with unfamiliar surroundings was something she needed to get used to. Maybe after classes she would take some time to personalize the room or liven it up a little. At minimum, a vase of flowers to display would be nice. The dark was slowly lulling her back to sleep, prompting her to want to let some light into the room. She walked over to the window, throwing the blinds open and expecting the room to be filled with sunlight; however, the only light she received was the pale moonlight.
Oh, right.
Admittedly, it was going to take some time for her to get used to being up all night and barely getting to see the sun. Turning on the light to the room, she began her usual self-care routine; a quick shower, a little time spend on ironing her clothes, and a majority of time wrestling with her hair to get it to behave and place it into her usual ponytail. Once she was dressed, she examined herself in the mirror. She was happy the academy didn't require uniforms, a small comfort but still appreciated. Her little gradient dress puffed out slightly, her jacket nice and comfortable as she pulled it on. As she looked herself over, she realized she was forgetting something, kneeling down before the shoddy case she had and tenderly opening it up to reveal her rapier. After making sure it was secured to her sash, she finally felt ready. Her phone then beeped at her just as she finished, the girl grinning at her reflection before setting off.
Orientation would be held separate from vampires, so for once the young woman was completely at ease. Lilie kept having to be reminded to keep up with the group, as every so often she would stop walking altogether to watch an example of magic happening. It was getting difficult to contain herself, but she managed to keep it together as the group reached the auditorium. Getting to see the examples of magic had gotten her excited, although once again, a lot of the talking went over her head. It wasn't that any of it was uninteresting, it just...didn't hold her attention for very long. Seeing Sariel walk on air was an entirely different story, however, and she wondered if she could possibly reach that level of mastery. Her relationship with water was always a love-hate sort of thing, as the element to her offered little use in terms of combat.
Once they were free to roam, the silver-haired girl lingered as she looked around. She was torn between going to the appropriate element and looking for combat related clubs, and eventually, the latter won her over. Looking around as she walked, she found herself wishing she would have socialized with people more. She didn't know anyone, feeling the tiniest pang of jealousy as she watched some students interact with one another. As she approached the table for the Arena Guild, she noticed Sariel speaking with a few students. There seemed to be a sign up sheet--mock battles, maybe? Either way she was sold, the girl focused on filling out the paperwork.
She perked up slightly when she heard a familiar voice, spotting Aaron not too far off, speaking with Sariel and a few others she didn't recognize. Her eyes brightened up, the relief of seeing a familiar face invigorating her immensely. Making it a point to finish filling out the form quickly, thanking the guild member before cautiously approaching the small group. She hadn't noticed the other young man until she had neared, and suddenly she felt like she didn't want to intrude, hovering near them for a moment as she contemplated whether or not to interrupt. Realizing she probably looked odd just standing around, she tried to think of the best way to approach him without looking weird, going in a small circle before finally deciding to just walk up to the blonde and say something.
Except, when she finally did, she chickened out at the last second, deciding that maybe she should look around a little more. She stopped in her tracks as the bright light emanated from Aaron, and her eyes widened--or rather, they did after she spent a second rubbing her eyes. Light magic! The amount of possibilities from that ran through her head, the display giving Lilie enough of a push to actually approach Aaron with light applause. "That was amazing!" She told him excitedly.
Light magic? Lucky bastard. That could probably vaporize a vampire in minutes. No wonder he was so sure of himself; he'd won the magical lottery, in a sense. Max lifted a hand briefly to shield his eyes as the display grew to the climax of its brightness, then blinking rapidly as he refocused an annoyed squint on Aaron when the light had faded. The affinity didn't seem aggressive enough for Max's tastes, but the demonstration was respectable nonetheless, if not a tad irritating to onlookers.
"Anyway, I'm happy to help if you're interested."
"Great," he muttered. It didn't sound all that great, judging by his tone and the terseness of his answers. "That'd be useful, you seem to know what you're doing." Assuming Aaron's little show was more than just superficially impressive. Not that Max really had room to be critiquing right now.
"That was amazing!"
Max quirked his head toward the nearby applause, leveling a flat stare on the pale girl. Typical for people to want to come pet the golden retriever. This better not turn into some asinine study group with Little Miss Fangirl tagging along. He turned away wordlessly to give them time to chat, picking up one of the sign-up sheets off the nearby Arena Guild table. He remained nearby enough that they could easily grab his attention if they needed it, but kept himself facing firmly away from the duo.
This was more like it. Cassandra had become worried that all of her expectations of the school were going to be slowly ground to dust by her partner. Here, though, there were other mages, the first she had been around since her tutor. Well, without vampires around, anyway, that hardly counted. It was nice to see her own kind milling about freely, without interference from the ruling class. And yet, there were those here who clearly could not escape the shadows of their masters, masters worse than her own. Her partner. Not master, never that. She thought she had enough sense of him to be confident he wouldn't dare try to put a collar on her.
After the introduction, they were all milling about, young adults with minimal supervision. So of course, there was showing off. Cassandra didn't mind so much, except to be frustrated that she didn't have much to show herself yet, at least not on the level of the upper level mages. She didn't have a strong concept of how far ahead she actually was in terms of study. She thought about what she could do, and began to ask around where was the best place to show off the skills she had actually been able to put into practice.
She was pointed to the Arena Guild.
There were a few students gathered here already, and even Princess Ryner's assistant, Sariel. Cassandra supposed she had been tasked with monitoring the new students. From what she knew, the Princess was every bit as invested in the mages of her academy as the vampires.
Cassandra came to stand next to a sullen looking boy, whose dress took away some of the anxiety she had about her own. She was wearing sneakers with leggings and a loose top, and up until seeing him, she'd thought herself underdressed.
"Hi," she said to the boy as she started to fill out her own application for the guild. "If you're a first year too, we might end up beating each other to a pulp here!" She indicated the guild table, her tone unaccountably cheerful.
Max didn't seem all that enthralled by Aaron's demonstration (although if Aaron was right, he did look a little jealous) but he must have been impressed to some extent because he accepted the offer. His compliment, however begrudging it sounded, still made Aaron swell with pride.
"Thank you," Aaron replied, politely inclining his head. His eyes flicked to Sariel again, just for an instant, conveying another little inside joke. "I do my best."
He was about to ask Max what sorts of goals he had for his magic when they were interrupted by quiet clapping.
"That was amazing!"
A head of white hair rushed up to them and Aaron's eyes lit up, smile widening. He stood a little straighter. There she was! He'd been worrying she'd been a figment of his imagination when he couldn't find her at the beginning of orientation, but here she was, all stunning smiles and impressed by him of all things. A close observer would have noticed Aaron's ears flushing red under his hair.
Max looked unimpressed and turned away, but Aaron was anything but. "Thank you!" he replied, a little more enthusiastically this time, "Lilie, right? From the ceremony last night?" he asked, as if her face wasn't already etched in his memory.
He was smiling like an idiot, and realized he didn't have anything else to say. Reluctantly, he looked away from her face and her hair and those beautiful eyes, noticed the rapier on her hip, and had an idea.
"Hey, you're a fencer!" he noted a little too enthusiastically, pointing at the pommel of her rapier. "I'm actually here looking for a sparring partner for later tonight, would you be interested?" He turned so she could see the longsword on his hip, as if it wasn't obvious already. "I'm not a fencer myself, but I've trained against fencers - well, only one fencer, but a lot of times - so if you're willing, I am."
His mood fell a tick when he realized he had no idea of her skill level. It wasn't usually something he considered, but he'd had the same opponent for the past five years and didn't usually consider the fact that not everyone had been brought up the way he had. He'd hate to trick her into an unfair fight. "How long have you been training?"
"If you're a first year too, we might end up beating each other to a pulp here!"
Max paused in his writing on the application as he heard the ungodly cheeriness of the voice next to him. What was with people here? Did he have a sign taped to his back that said "Bother Me!" today or something? He shot the girl a scrutinizing gaze, nostrils flaring in distaste. He could admit, she was far too underdressed to be some annoying vampiric adulator and her opening line was clever enough. He'd humor her. For now. Beats talking to the retriever and his overly-pale crush, in any case. He shoot a quick glance their way. Disgusting. Labrador was fawning over a glorified toothpick hanging from her waist. Get a room. When he looked back to Cassandra, his eyes softened, if only slightly, and he went back to filling out his Guild paperwork.
"You're half right," he sneered with the slightest upturn of his mouth into a grin, "I might end up beating you to a pulp here." He tapped his pen against his chin in feigned contemplation, continuing casually without skipping a beat, "Think they'll let us beat up vamps too, or are they keeping us separate? I'd imagine there's a lot of pent-up anger there." He phrased it innocently enough; one might even believe that was a simple observation and not the exact intent running through Max's head.
"Hm, Lucan Bordeleaux." The woman said as she took the picture while handing him a pamphlet. "I can't say I know him in particular but his family name is relatively well know. The Bordeleaux run the most militarized territory to date and they are pretty much the Noila family gaurd dogs but I don't know the family well enough to say who he is. Sorry." Scarlet gave a shrug as she passed back the picture.
Ofcourse she wouldnt know. It's not the others jobs to keep a dossier on every single student, let alone memorize it. Salem's face began to flush as he blushed with embarrassment, barely making eye contact with Scarlet. "No need to apologize, the information you gave me was more than helpful, thank you." With that he turned away, taking the pamphlet and photo, placing them into his satchels front slit. It was clear that Aaron may be more useful than previously thought, his connection to the Noila family may allow him to know more about Lucan than most in this school. Salems steps were heavy, each reverberating in his ears. Loud thuds, taking up all the sounds in the room save for one, the rapid beating of his heart. Every pulse shook through his entire being as he slowly approached Aaron, nervousness swelling up within him. Just breathe, breathe. His eyes scanned Aaron as well as those around him. He made note of the longsword and rapier. Longsword, perhaps he and Lucan trained together? This could be the right track.
Finally he was there, to the right of Aaron and Lillie, he went to speak but his words became choked. It was as if hed forgotten to breathe and then "A-Aaron? Pardon the...uh..um pardon the intrusion." he turned to smile towards Lillie, trying to gain some confidence from her visage. He could feel it happening, smell it, to him it was the scent of freshly ground herbs, an oncoming storm, and old leather binding, to others it would manifest as their favorite scents. " I was hoping, perhaps, you could help me with something...if you wouldnt mind that is, not that you have to ofcourse I just-" he was rambling, knowing full well that at the very least his scent may prove a bit of a distraction so that they wouldnt notice the full extent of his ramblings. Breathe, Breathe Slow deepen breathes were taken in as his eyes scattered about the room looking for certain objects to help ground him. The episode had finally passed and the scent subsided, Salem stood there fidgeting with his thumbs awaiting a reply.
