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The little ripples cascaded over the surface of the bubble as it floated back out of reach for the moment. The pebbles shifted inside and formed two small circles facing the pair. They moved up and down as the bubble whirled, coming closer again, until it was inches from Lilie’s face. A thin strand of water stroked her cheek and then zipped across to Ben, repeating the process. It wriggled for a few more moments, the pebbles whirling and clashing together violently inside.
The surface shimmered with the same light of the pebbles as the bubble changed, growing longer and lankier. The water darkened and pinpricks of light whirled across the surface. A tail popped out of one end, four legs from the bottom, ears from the top, and the face of a black cat underneath the ears. It hovered in the air until a single eye opened on the left side of its face, pupiless light staring at the vampire. A thin hairline crack of light shimmered where the other eye should be. It stretched in the air and groomed it’s paw, looking between the vampire and mage. It settled on the ground and stared walking back the way the pair came, looking over its shoulder to check if they were following.
“Excellent.” His grin turned sharp and he drew three cards, placing them face down on his side of the table. Each one had a different colored back: yellow, blue, and red. The card box and the abacus went under the table. He leaned on the table as he spoke. “This round will be a little different. Instead of your usual pile of chips, you’ll only have three.” With a snap of his fingers, all of the chips on the table vanished and left behind three in the same colors: yellow, blue, and red.
“In this round, you’ll be betting which card is which face. Place the appropriate colored chip on the face you think it is and once you’ve placed them all, we’ll close the betting! All you need is two out of three and you’ll win!” He clapped his hands excitedly. “A mournful tune that plays along this mournful man beneath the long gone sun left behind a daughter now who holds his light above the crowd, Yet from the sea does slither to her neck laid bare and blind a foe long thought a friend, no longer bound by blade and blood while the daughter’s brood turns her kin to ash.”
Time: 4:39 am - Study Room 6
“We are uncommon but you’ll find you’re more likely to run across more of us running around the Academy than most places. We have one a year ahead of me and we had another one that was partnered with Ser Bordeleaux but they left the campus together it seems so I’ll be by my lonesome next year.” She shrugged at it. “I hope your Aunt had an easier time with hers. Mine presents as a tertiary and even though it’s mostly manageable, I still struggle with it some. As a fellow conditional, what does your present as?”
“A bit of trouble? You amplified your alarm loud enough that you woke up Rowan through her ear plugs and she sleeps like the dead. She was pissed all day.” Alex teased and Lilith sent him a withering look. “I’m just playing with you. I’m just glad I got a primary. You guys can keep all the complicated shit.”
“Ugh, magic this, magic that. Like, can’t I totally just get my degree so I can like, just get a job and spoil my sweet darling?” She complained. “I have control over my magic. That’s all I need!” Everyone but Lilith rolled their eyes at Hilda.
“But magic is money! Hell, just get Natalie to sign off on selling your blood and you'll be raking in the dough.” Ander pipped up as he poured himself a glass of pink drink and shoved a glass at Aaron. “The only reason I show up with these losers is ‘cause Lilith’s hibiscus iced tea is literally to die for. I would sell all of you to an Astorio for a gallon of this stuff, no questions asked.” Alex slapped his shoulder as Ander chugged the tea.
“Rude! I am worth two gallons alone!” Hilda screeched, throwing a napkin at him. Ander just shrugged and went to grab more but Lilith slowly pulled it away from him, keeping it just out of reach. “And like, I would sell my blood but I don’t want to. First of all, Natatlie would like totally kill me first and then she would pay someone to bring me back and then kill me again. And mages are getting more jobs these days! I’m going to get a job, I don’t know, doing something so I can drown my darlin’ in all those pretty things.” Hilda sighed dramatically. “Aaron agrees with me, right Aaron? I’d look great on television.”
Location: Echo and Max’s room -> Medical Skills: N/A
James jerked away as Max bopped him on the nose, scowling momentarily at the delirious guy and sighing. Clearly his M-Pox was acting up again. It must have made him activate a portal or something. He hadn’t seen people accidentally use their mutations but he wasn’t an expert on this; for all he knew it was a possibility. Either way, Max was back in one piece and not a flesh stain on the concrete somewhere courtesy of a mourning metal giant. The whole making a deal with a demon needed to be addressed but for now, Max just needed to relax a bit. A shower and some food if he could hold it down would do him some good. “Oh jesus, you’re bleeding again. Give me a second to get something to spit into in case you vomit. Just stay here and lay down. We’ll get you cleaned up and into medical once I get something so you don’t bleed everywhere.” James sighed. He stood up and patted Max reassuringly. “No getting out of bed until I come back, got it?.”
James stepped out of Max’s room to hunt down something to put under his head in case the bleeding got worse when he heard Luna crying. He frowned. Her powers must not be working if she didn’t just find him with her telepathy. He sighed at the sight of Luna sobbing over the trash bucket. “Luna, I’m right here. Everything’s fine. Can you walk with Negasonic? She’s gonna get you to medical and then we can talk for a little bit, okay?” James reassured her as he grabbed a trash bin from medical, checked Casper to see if he was still sleeping, and headed back to Max’s room to deal with delirious patient number 2.
“Okay Max, hold onto me with one arm and hold this with your other.” James gently worked Max up and somewhat standing, arm thrown over his shoulders for support, and shoved the trash bin into Max’s other arm. “If you vomit or spit up blood, do it into that okay?” He instructed calmly as he helped Max walk. They were going to have to do something about Max’s bed. Another thing to add to the list, fantastic.
As soon as the cat figurine was lifted, the grinding drowned out the roar of the waterfalls and the platform trembled as the pillar slowly rose up into the ceiling. Water rushed up through the space left behind as the pillar lifted out of the floor. The cave shook violently, bits of debris loosing off the cave ceiling.
Behind the pillar, Ben would find Delia, beaten and bloodied, chained to the back of the pillar with blood trickling down from her wrists. She struggled weakly as her feet left the ground. She caught sight of Ben and froze for a second before struggling harder, mouthing the same thing over and over again as she tried to break free.
Run.
Maddie left the Countess thinking in silence, instead considering the options in front of them. She really didn’t know enough about any of them; any choice she made would be a complete guess. When the Countess asked if she felt lucky, Maddie stifled laughter behind her hand. Here they were playing a game of chance with increasingly cryptic riddles and they were both scrambling enough to hope they guessed it right. Well, if they had no other options…
“Why not? It seems we’ve made it this far somehow.” Maddie placed a piece on Aaron and a piece on the Astorio mage. They’d betted on Lilie and Aaron already so time to take a new gamble. Maddie nodded her confirmation at the dealer at his questioning glance and he cracked his knuckles and cackled.
“Well darlin’s, I think your luck just ran out. A win for me finally!” He drew the kill card, dancing it between his fingers for a few moments before slapping it face up on the table. Maddie smiled up at them from the card and the dealer clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Must be a draw then!” He repeated the process with the other card, drawing and slapping the winning face down. Maddie blinked at the Astorio mage’s face and smiled politely at the dealer, who shook his head in disbelief. A bell sounded behind him as he slipped them their chips.
“Ah, no wonder I’m off my game! Shift change!” He beamed, stretching a little before he looked around and then peered abc at the two thoughtfully. “Well, this was fun but my pride is a little hurt here, you know? What do you say we play one more round? Make it a little more interesting?” He asked, pulling out two more cards and holding them out. One was Amaris and the other was Maddie. “A double or nothing round. Walk out of here with four tokens instead of two or nothing at all. Try your hand at some real luck, eh?”
Maddie stared at the two cards a bit more longingly than she’d care to admit. This would guarantee them a 100% on their exam if they won the next round and they could head straight to the exit. Her eyes were tired from holding the dark eyes spell and she wasn’t confident her magic reserves would handle getting sidetracked by another challenge. She composed herself and sent an inquiring look at Amaris, a tilt of her head indicating she’d follow Amaris’ decision.
Time: 4:34 am - Academy Grounds -> Study Room 6
Ander wrinkled his nose at master but otherwise ignored it. “So I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but the only favor I want from that is never being in the same room as him.” Ander pretended to gag at the idea of sharing space with the Sinnenodel. “But uh, I dunno why? Not really a reason other than you’re kinda totally off by yourself a lot and you seem like a cool dude? Gotta admit, haven’t really thought about it besides let’s hang out with him, right Rolf?” Ander asked the haggard looking summoner. Rolf only gave a noncommittal grunt as a response and Ander beamed, clearly taking that as a positive response.
Ander led the trio to study room 6, pulling it open and leaving Rolf to hold it open for them. A fresh crisp breeze flowed over a lake surrounded by colorful wildflowers. The sky was still bright but the sun was dropping towards the horizon, leaving long shadows across the lake from the trees on the other side of the lake. Four students relaxed at a bunch of picnic tables, books and notes scattered around the surface while they murmured among themselves. Rolf silently beelined for the table and plopped himself down unceremoniously next to another mage who squawked irritably as he snatched up a book. He sent them a flat look and the whole table quieted, suddenly focused and working.
Nearby, a checkered picnic blanket was stretched out on the grass where a louder group was laughing as a girl who must have been a little older than Lilie was gesturing wildly as she talked. One guy, sporting several piercings and bright blue hair, rolled on the floor as he clutched his stomach and another girl, dressed in modest black and white finery, covered her mouth as she laughed. A red headed guy only rolled his eyes at the story as he smiled, his attention more focused on the guitar he was fiddling with. Between them, a few plates of food were set out, mostly cheese and fruit, with a glass pitcher full of a light pink liquid. Ander grabbed onto Aaron and pulled him over to the laughing group.
“Alright! I got him!” Ander cheered as they approached, everyone’s attention on them. “Okay so the guy currently dying is Diego. He’s a third year, charms major cause he’s lazy as fuck with a Water affinity.” Diego was still busy trying to keep himself composed but managed a wave at the very least. “Our resident gossip queen is Hilda, second year like me with an Earth affinity and an evocation major. Every need to know who’s who, she’s got you covered.”
“Okay, like, you have to totally spill Aaron. Did you get a girl sent to the mines?” Hilda gushed, brushing her hair out of her eyes that were quite intent. “Like, I totes don’t believe it for a second but no one’s had the balls to ask you yet. So gimme the scoop!
“Please keep in mind that anything you say to her will indeed make it around the student body.” Ander made a show of whispering in Aaron’s ear, “And she had a bet riding on it that it was all lies. Let her suffer for a bit longer.” He stuck his tongue out at her outraged gasp before continuing on with the introductions.
“The modest maiden here is Lilith, treasurer of Student Government. Her partner is Rowan, the President. She’s a fourth year student with a Sound Affinity and a Protection major.” Lilith offered a head nod and a smile as Ander barreled on. “And the last member of the fun train is Alex, fourth year with a Fire affinity and evocation major. He also TAs Evocation for Primary Affinities so he’s over with the study monkeys as often as here.” Alex waved lazily at him.
“And you fell for the puppy routine, huh? Well, you’re stuck now. Ander won’t let you go once he’s got you.” Alex laughed. “You just came back from your practical right? Take a seat. You’ve gotta be dead on your feet.”
Khaemtir laughed to himself as the Novitiates interacted with their new master, especially that stiff Eldri girl. Everyone knew the Sorcerers and the Red Orders had a strained relationship. No one in their right mind could consider that tasteful. And how regrettable it was so early in her career but a public faux pas was too good to pass up and he made a mental note to bring it up at his group’s little rendezvous later. Ishara would certainly enjoy the tale and even if Radaam didn’t quite get it, Khaemtir would teach him how to enjoy the simple things in life.
His thoughts came to a screeching halt as one of the three newest Serpents was covered in tiny, iridescent butterflies when she returned. He blinked in awe at what he could only assume was her tutelary. They were absolutely beautiful, the way they glowed and shimmered. He’d thought Udjebten beautiful with her gemstone eyes and baby fat all over but those butterflies were absolutely stunning. He wouldn’t trade his tutelary for the world―Not that he would ever tell her that!―but maybe they could work together and make her eyes glow like that. The obvious superficial desires aside, he wouldn’t need to light a candle if he got up at night anymore.
“It’s rude to stare, little Khae.” Udjebten nudged him from where she sat on the bench next to him but he wasn’t fooled. Not only was she perched up on her hind legs and resting her forelegs on the table for a better look, usually she’d have commented far sooner than she had. She was just as enthralled by the butterflies as he. He smirked at her and scratched behind her flicking ears like she enjoyed.
“Alright, alright. I’ll keep my appreciation to a minimum, mother.” Khaemtir laughed, finally standing to approach the group. If their master was anything like his, they’d be dismissed shortly or at the very least sent on some inane assignment Khaemtir could steal them from. He still needed to give his regards to Ms. Faux and he definitely wanted to get to know the girl with the butterflies. He smoothed out any wrinkles in his outfit, helped Udjebten off the bench, and stood back up to see where they’d gone and…
Groaned in disappointment. They’d vanished somewhere in the crowd, the entire bunch of them including their master, which only made him think they were off on some purpose or another. Great. He had been hoping to greet all of the necessary parties away from his mother before he had to play proper but it seemed fate did not smile on him today. He sighed dejectedly.
“Well, it seems another greeting and it’s off to your family. But first, you need to drink some water. Beer is a poor substitution for hydration and it is hot out here.” Udjebten demanded, trotting off into the crowd. Khaemtir followed obediently. As long as it kept him away from his family, he was all set for it. Udjebten led him to a refreshment table, watching him drink water and eat a little before giving a satisfied nod.
“Why is being a noble so difficult?” Khaemtir complained to Udjebten. “I just want to hang out with people but I know it’ll get stuffy if I don’t greet people somewhat formally.”
“You are a Sorcerer now. Your future is yours to write. If you wish, you could disappear from your noble life and become a hermit in your pyramid.” The hippopotamus suggested, the closest thing to teasing smile on her face.
“Absolutely not. I’d die.” Khaemtir shuddered. He didn’t want to give it up; he just wanted to be a noble his way. Was that so much to ask?
Location: Medical -> Echo and Max’s room Skills: N/A
James really needed to remember his boyfriend’s impulsiveness when he did things. Of course he wouldn’t just pass on the message. Who in the world needed to do something that simple? James couldn’t help the fond exasperation that he felt for Casper. He was cute when he was trying so hard but the fact remained he was sick with a potentially deadly condition. They had no idea what caused it to get worse but he seriously doubted Tylenol would protect him from the effects if he strained himself. James was about to tell him to stop, explain that just because he denied having M-Pox didn’t mean it wasn’t true, but instead his heart stopped as Casper fainted.
He felt his breath catch in his throat and he froze like a deer in headlights as Magik hitting the ground flashed in front of his eyes. Casper’s words rang in his ears. There was no way he was dead. He didn’t have the same symptoms as Magik. He just had a headache. That was all. Just a headache. No vomit, no bleeding, no hallucinations. He felt heavy as the moment stretched out into years and all he could think about was that cold, inescapable nothing that seemed to be everywhere he looked. Still James couldn’t bring himself to move even as everything in him screamed at him to do so and years stretched into eons…
Then time snapped abc and he was scrambling. There wasn’t much distance to close but it felt so much longer. He yanked Casper into his arms, checking for anything, any sign of life. James let out a shaky sigh of relief and carefully laid Casper on the bed. Everything must have finally caught up with him. It had been a long day. He’d give Casper a sponge bath and get him changed later so at least he wouldn’t wake up feeling any worse than he already was.
“Guess we’ll have to check in later then Ben. But at least he’s okay.” James apologized to the ghost. He pressed another kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead and headed out to grab a clean pair of clothes for Casper.
A sound from Max’s room made him pause. He thought he heard Max’s voice but he hadn’t heard anyone else come back. He was expecting some angry words being tossed around after Sunshine pulled her little stunt. He paused at Max and Echo’s room, only two doors down from medical, pushed it open, and poked his head in. James frowned at Max laying on his bed, stepped out of the room, looked around, and looked back in. Yep. Max was indeed still there. He wasn't dreaming. He blinked, shook his head, and made his way in to kneel next to Max's bed.
“Hey, hey. You’re okay, you're home. What’s going on? Where are the others?” James asked softly.
The opening in the wall was just large enough to crawl through. The same pebbles that glittered in the water were embedded in the walls and covered the floor with an uncanny knack for finding hard places on the hands and knees no matter how well swept away they were. There was a gradual decline to the floor and the sound of rushing water grew louder and louder the further in they went.
The tunnel eventually widened and the rocky floor smoothed into an even stone floor, the pebbles embedded smoothly into the ground. The tunnel ended and opened into a large cave. Water poured down the rounded walls, thundering waterfalls dropping into a seemingly bottomless pool. A stone walkway just wide enough for one person to cross at a time stretched out to the center, where six pillars with various flowers carved into the top supported a heavy roof made of the same grey stone. It shimmered with the same light as the pebbles, like sunlight on a pool floor, and a square column rose from the middle to the ceiling. A square was cut from the center and inside lay a sleeping cat the size of the koi fish, cut from black opal.
The sound of a woman sobbing behind the pillar barely cut across the roar of water.
“If I have a secret family history, it is still secret to me.” MAddie replied, struggling to be of any help here. “Your guess is probably far better than mine. Sadly, I’ve only spoken to Aaron but he could be in the running. He did come from the Royal family and I have no doubt they have secrets Count Sinnenodel is not yet privy too.”
Time: 4:29 am - Academy Grounds
“Oh, spicy. I like it!” The outgoing guy laughed, tucking one hand in his pocket and sipping out of his thermos. “Not sure who this Ralph guy is but I have a Rolf! He’s the sleepy guy right there. Works himself half to death so Vanessa bullied Kyrian into mandating “social time”.”
“I am right here. Please don’t talk about me like I’m not.” Rold replied wearly.
“Anyways, Ander, second year, transmutation major. Nice to meet you!” Ander said, finally introducing himself. “So what you say, got some time to come hang out? There’s a few more of us all chillin’ in a study room. You know, for some of those that actually want to study while the rest of us just relax. We have snacks! And hopefully more tea. Unless those bastards drink it all before I get there again.” He said mournfully.
Time: 4:29 am - Staging Grounds
The trekk back was relatively easy, minus the random murder noises from behind them. The sounds stopped once they broke the treeline. Victor’s vision returned just as a proctor signaled Princess Ryner and she made her way over, beaming.
“Congratulations on your return, Count Victor. I always enjoy seeing my students return triumphant from their first exam.” Ryner greeted them pleasantly. “Excellent job Saelm. I hope you enjoyed exercising your magic. You may go ahead and turn in your tokens at the tent right over there and then a car will take you back to your dorms. Tomorrow’s classes have been cancelled for the first years so be sure to take the night to recuperate.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” James sighed in relief. Clearly he was if he was bantering again with Ben. At least something was looking up. He pressed a light kiss to Casper’s head at his request. “Of course babes. Let me see if I can find something.” James put the medicine the doctor gave them down on a counter while he rummaged around for something that would keep the headache off. It was sometimes hit or miss with this kind of stuff; since it wasn’t on the absolutely necessary list, it was easily overlooked when considering supplies.
As he was looking, the image of Magik dead on the ground and the utter inevitably he felt when he tried to resuscitate her. It was brutal and terrifying. Clearly, anyone who believed death was peaceful was out of their goddamn minds but his thoughts didn’t wander in the direction of the dead but rather the living. Max, Luna, Callie, Jack, Casper… all of them could end up dead, their corpses the only indication anything even happened. Maybe that’s what scared him the most. Their symptoms were completely unpredictable. One second they were vomiting blood and hallucinating and the next they were sitting on a medical bed and complaining about transphobes. And then who knows, the next one could be their last.
James checked over his shoulder discreetly at Casper at that thought before he finally found the tylenol. He portioned it out for Casper and grabbed a cup of water, even if he knew he could dry swallow it, and brought it back over to him. “Here, take that and then it’s time for a shower, a toothbrush, and a change of clothes. Hopefully everyone will be back by then and we can get some food in you guys.” James instructed as he pressed the stuff into his boyfriend’s hands. He looked around, looking for Ben and then laughing at himself before speaking. “How are you holding up, Ben? That must have been awful for you too.”
With the water gone and the bottom of the pool clear for now, Ben could see there was nothing in the first pool except a small opening at the bottom where the floor and the wall met. It was just large enough for someone to crawl through and a little bit of golden light spilled out but Ben could clearly hear something over the sound of the waterfall:
A woman sobbing.
Meanwhile, the third pool was different from the other two. The bottom was rounded, the floor only flat where it connected with the bottom of the stand holding the koi fish figure. At the bottom, Lilie could hear faint whispers all around her. They disappeared as she rose and claimed the koi fish figure. But that’s where it went wrong.
The scales on the koi fish crumpled like dust, revealing a dark and cracked shark in its place. The figurine grew impossibly heavy, pinning her hand where the koi fish once lay. The entire pillar shuddered as an impossibly loud grinding sound echoed all around them and it started lowering to the bottom of the pool, dragging Lilie along with it. The whispers grew louder and louder until they finally quieted.
In the waters Lilie was being dragged in floated several still bodies. Aaron, Cassandra, Salem, Kanalie, her family, all drifted in the waters with various chunks of debris from what seemed like a dam. Most of them were still, unmoving, helpless against the invisible current but Ren was still struggling, clutching his throat, desperately reaching out for Lilie as he mouthed something at her.
The path was easy to follow, seemingly where only the forest once stood, but as they walked the sensation of someone watching them was unmistakable. There was no sound, no birds or insects or even a breeze. It was like the forest held its breath for what came next.
And what came next was a soft padding on the trail behind them, the faint huffing somewhere above Victor's height, and a low, guttural growl rumbling. Victor and Salem could feel the breath waft across them, the stench of rotted carcass, and a sharp prickle traced across Salem's nape.
Maddie pondered the riddle, focusing on it’s parts. She didn’t understand the does not toast section but they could visit that later. Amaris was right, the secrets and blood should refer to pre-treaty and it was likely that the Noilas were the one voice since they founded the Moonlight Council. But which voice? If she understood this correctly, that voice was put down for three counts of treason but that voice’s sister still kept whatever cause the voice was championing alive. It’s been operating out of sight for centuries but it has a lineage of healing? What kind of healing?
The last line though was what made her think they may not be talking about a vampire. While maybe the school attending nobles may call their Lord or Lady “master”, she doubted they’d hold a secret history against the applicable Lord or Lady. A secret history sounded like a mage’s attempt to maintain their family’s secrets and she was far more confident in that than anything else that had happened tonight.
“I think we’re looking for a mage. Vampires keep secrets but an entire secret history that goes against what we’re taught? I doubt it honestly. Society as a whole benefits from the truth. Why would a vampire risk their position for some silly story?” Maddie offered.
Time: 4:24 am - The Academy
With most classes out for the morning, the Academy grounds were quite lively. A few other exhausted first years straggled here and there but most were either wrapped up in their dorms or still out in the forest. Other students watched with sympathy, offered congratulations, or laughed at their haggard appearances to themselves. A group of seniors relaxed at some of the benches scattered across the grounds, a mix of vampires and mages, and exchanged a rambunctious conversation, their laughter easily carrying over the general din of Academy life.
The looks and rumors about the Starag on campus had mostly died down but inevitably, eyes were still drawn to the quintessential mage. Conversations still grew softer around him and most, mage and vampire alike, edged out of his way. Whether that was because of his own stature or his association with a particularly nasty vampire was inconsequential; after all, it was usually a mixture of both, but as Aaron walked, two guys fell in stride with him.
The one on his left looked like he never slept, the bags under his eyes rivaling Aaron’s own, and his mouth seemed permanently sloped down at the edges. He wore a white lab coat and a pair of safety goggles dangled from his neck, a bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder that swayed with every step. His glasses were a bit smudged but otherwise he was clean and orderly. He didn’t seem particularly interested in Aaron, instead keeping his eyes forward.
The other guy however was all smiles. He had a bounce in his step and a thermos in his hand,a messenger bag bouncing against his hip. He was a t-shirt and jeans kind of guys apparently, a few wrinkles suggesting he probably didn’t care much about his appearance other than putting clothes on because he had to. He popped his ear buds out of his ears and shoved them haphazardly into his pocket before taking a sip of his drink. He looked a little awkward but took a little breath and started talking anyways.
“Okay, not really sure how to start this since you’re kind of intimidating to talk to but since you don’t look like you’re making a mad dash around campus right now, wanna come hang out for a bit?” The guys asked. “You’re always so busy it’s hard to figure out a “organic way” to do it since we don’t share classes but we’ve been interested in asking you over for a while!” He explained, doing air quotes on organic.
The Magus wasn’t nearly as terrifying as his nerves, and the Magus’ appearance, made him out to be. He was cordial, if not a little stern, so Khaemtir offered Master Dagon another bow and his thanks. Despite the seemingly harmless conversation, Master Dagon’s eyes were haunting Khaetmir was irrationally afraid of what they may see. His worst secret, if one can even call it that, was skipping classes, procrastinating on his studies, and giving his mother the run around so he had no need to be worried but still. The Cult of the Crow specialized in Divination and he couldn’t even imagine the things they must look into about their Novitiates before selecting them. Khaemtir only hoped it was a good thing.
He turned back to his fellow Novitiates and flashed a quick thumbs up. “Well, you heard our Master! Time for us to mingle with the other Novitiates.” Khaemtir slung his arm around their shoulders, or in Radaam’s case tried to because he was a giant so he settled for around his arm instead, and pulled them in. “So since we’re all hanging out later we should branch out for now, get a little gossip on everyone, and reconvene at my place to discuss! Mother will be okay with Ishara―Mother will probably find Lady Thumotep before I do actually―but you’re a new face so she’ll want to meet your family. Make sure you find me before you leave or I’ll have to send a messenger to your house to fetch you all and that is actually more of a hassle than you’d think.”
“We should greet your mother first. She will want to congratulate you.” Udjebten piped up from his side.
“You heard Master Dagon. We need to greet our fellow Novitiates.” Khaemtir waved at his Tutelary dismissively. Did he absolutely use Master Dagon as an escape? Of course. “Plus, we’ll have plenty of time afterwards. This looks like it’ll go on for quite a while.” Udjebten gave him a knowing look and shook her head.
“A quick stop with an explanation should satisfy her for a while. I’m sure your sister would also appreciate it.” Udjebten insisted. Khaemtir only shook his head and dove into the crowd, much to Udjebten’s annoyance. If he went back to his family now, it would become about the family. He wanted to bask in the knowledge that this was still about him for a little while. He looked around a while and spied another familiar face: Beatrice Eldri. At least he thought it was Beatrice. Again, another family he recognized but a person he didn’t bother pushing to meet. It didn’t matter. He’d make friends with them soon enough!
Khaetmir paused a table over instead of calling out to Berdine when he realized she was approaching a Sorcerer-Magus that he recognized from being on one of the daises. That must be her new master and the Novitiate next to her radiating annoyance must be one of the others called. Kjaemtir didn’t recognize her in the faintest, suggesting that she didn’t attend Pesedjet and she wasn’t part of the aristocracy, but she clearly wasn’t part of the commoner class like Radaam. She was still dressed well and appropriately. Maybe her family just hadn’t made it into the upper levels of society or perhaps they were new to their wealth. Radaam still had that quaint accent so maybe it was just that he was new to the city and her family wasn’t. Either way, Khaemtir settled down at his table to watch. Whatever this mystery person was going to do was probably going to cause a little excitement and he wasn’t one to deny himself the fun. And then afterwards, he’d introduce himself. It was perfect!
Location: Mutant Underground: Entranceway -> Second Floor Skills: N/A
James had no words. He stared for a long time at the now missing portal. His future plans all included that being the end of that ordeal and getting people cleaned up, back into bed, and medicated as quickly as possible. This he had not expected and everything just went quiet in his head as he processed Sunshine’s newest bout of stupidity and selfishness. Her outlet for her grief included manipulating an emotionally compromised man into killing off some she disliked at the expense of people she didn’t hate, arguably even tolerated in Jack’s case. He couldn’t look away from where the others were getting into God knows what, how their illness was changing without someone there to help, how a grief stricken Colossus probably snapped Max in half by now, and who knows if the police were already there.
Now that he started thinking about it, the blue screen in his head finished rebooting and the only thing left was anger. A small part of him was proud―twisting your friends against your enemies? What a power move!―but it was easily overwhelmed by the betrayal. Sunshine had it hard, he knew, but what excused this? What excused petty revenge, excused being responsible for the likely death or capture of their allies, excused any of this? That was their way to safety and her inability to think of anyone but herself just… James had no idea how to even respond to this. He could feel the fury trembling in his hands as he supported Casper who he realized was talking about horns or something. His boyfriend and Luna still needed taking care of and Sunshine would probably sequester herself away with Magik’s corpse or something. So, he made an executive decision about Sunshine.
Do nothing.
“Everything is going to be fine. They’re competitant. They’ll get through to him and explain to him that she succumbed to M-Pox.” James assured Luna, even if he didn’t believe they’d be okay. “I don’t know what you saw babes and we can talk about it in a little bit but right now, we need to get you cleaned up and in bed with some medicine, okay? Some rest after all that will do everyone good. Negasonic, I know you’ve probably got other stuff going on but would you mind helping Luna upstairs real quick? At least so she can get cleaned up and then I can get her some medicine too.” At least one thing went relatively right. He sighed at that and started heading upstairs to get Casper and himself cleaned off. He was sick of smelling vomit on everyone.
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