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He gave Tatia such a puzzled look that her neck warmed with embarrassment. She'd clearly asked a pretty dumb question, even though it seemed a pretty innocent one under her circumstances. She got more than she bargained for in his answer, leaving her plenty of time to wonder why she hadn't chosen something more cheerful to comment on.
"Yeah. I just wondered because of that. The whole...uh...macabre element of it," she said, coughing because she'd learned that was a trick to get the color back into your face - she may or may not have paled a little somewhere around the smearing vital fluids bit.
He was a weird dude, but at least he was direct. And at least she had a better read on the temperature of the commonality of non-magical upbringings.
"Parents didn't have any powers," Tatia said with a matter-of-fact shrug. "Used to figure I'd been dropped in a vat of radioactive waste as a kid or something. You know. And now I get to go to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. And look, I've already met Cyclops. Nice shades, Mr...uh... Avalon, yeah?" she finished with a dry smile at the man at the weapons check as she pushed her taser forward on the table, having no idea of the infamy of the man at whom she was poking fun. Reasonably good-natured fun, yes, but not exactly respectful.
@shadowhope@Magister
"Yeah. I just wondered because of that. The whole...uh...macabre element of it," she said, coughing because she'd learned that was a trick to get the color back into your face - she may or may not have paled a little somewhere around the smearing vital fluids bit.
He was a weird dude, but at least he was direct. And at least she had a better read on the temperature of the commonality of non-magical upbringings.
"Parents didn't have any powers," Tatia said with a matter-of-fact shrug. "Used to figure I'd been dropped in a vat of radioactive waste as a kid or something. You know. And now I get to go to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. And look, I've already met Cyclops. Nice shades, Mr...uh... Avalon, yeah?" she finished with a dry smile at the man at the weapons check as she pushed her taser forward on the table, having no idea of the infamy of the man at whom she was poking fun. Reasonably good-natured fun, yes, but not exactly respectful.
@shadowhope@Magister
Tatia didn't know what she'd expected, but somehow it hadn't involved bumpy bus rides and run of the mill projector presentations. Indeed, other than a few weird bits, like where not to bring your extradimensional monster pets, it didn't sound much different than what she imagined she'd hear at the average spendy boarding school.
...granted, those weird bits did make for a certain amount of culture shock.
She redirected her mind from the stress of not knowing what the hell she was getting into. She assumed there were other, you know, muggle-borns around. Surely she wasn't the only one.
The young woman quickly snagged her key and distractedly began to fish through her bag for her stun gun (the one she'd never used, figured she'd never actually need to use, but which she held on to because her father was paranoid). As she headed toward the weapons check, nose in her satchel, her feet landed one after the other on a patch of thin ice. Her entirely treadless ankle-strap ballet flats betrayed her. The end result found Tatia fully horizontal on the floor in a tangle of her long limbs; unhurt, peeved, and rather glad she went with the leggings and tunic today instead of the sun dress. Her momentary confusion was soon replaced with disdain as she found the culprit fairy-skating around some girl.
Tatia sighed and scooped up her stun gun, which had tumbled out of her bag, along with a curling wand and a blush brush. "Would you watch it, Frozone?" she said in a dry, cool voice that somehow didn't seem to fit with the daintily feminine appearance she obviously made some effort to fabricate. "I know I heard something in the rules about improper use of magic or some shit."
Another two (rather grumpy) steps and she stood in line behind an interesting haircut attached to an even more interesting human being who proceeded to unload a large collection of sharp objects and a revolver of some kind. Emo-punk-band-hair kid was certainly well prepared. It did not escape her notice that he smudged away at the handles of the weapons like he was cleaning up a crime scene.
Maybe she was glad to have a taser after all.
Then again, probably better to make friends with the scary ones.
"Is that a popular brand of magic?" Tatia asked him in response to his comment about the box cutter, trying dearly not to imagine a box cutter slicing into human flesh, which of course went about as well as 'don't think about elephants.'
@Magister @Mr Allen J
...granted, those weird bits did make for a certain amount of culture shock.
She redirected her mind from the stress of not knowing what the hell she was getting into. She assumed there were other, you know, muggle-borns around. Surely she wasn't the only one.
The young woman quickly snagged her key and distractedly began to fish through her bag for her stun gun (the one she'd never used, figured she'd never actually need to use, but which she held on to because her father was paranoid). As she headed toward the weapons check, nose in her satchel, her feet landed one after the other on a patch of thin ice. Her entirely treadless ankle-strap ballet flats betrayed her. The end result found Tatia fully horizontal on the floor in a tangle of her long limbs; unhurt, peeved, and rather glad she went with the leggings and tunic today instead of the sun dress. Her momentary confusion was soon replaced with disdain as she found the culprit fairy-skating around some girl.
Tatia sighed and scooped up her stun gun, which had tumbled out of her bag, along with a curling wand and a blush brush. "Would you watch it, Frozone?" she said in a dry, cool voice that somehow didn't seem to fit with the daintily feminine appearance she obviously made some effort to fabricate. "I know I heard something in the rules about improper use of magic or some shit."
Another two (rather grumpy) steps and she stood in line behind an interesting haircut attached to an even more interesting human being who proceeded to unload a large collection of sharp objects and a revolver of some kind. Emo-punk-band-hair kid was certainly well prepared. It did not escape her notice that he smudged away at the handles of the weapons like he was cleaning up a crime scene.
Maybe she was glad to have a taser after all.
Then again, probably better to make friends with the scary ones.
"Is that a popular brand of magic?" Tatia asked him in response to his comment about the box cutter, trying dearly not to imagine a box cutter slicing into human flesh, which of course went about as well as 'don't think about elephants.'
@Magister @Mr Allen J
Okay, I did a thing.
Hey, @Rage Lonethorn, are you planning to bring a male character or a female one?
I'm wanting to bring another character, a girl, but trying not to disrupt the room assignments since the three-room girls are already getting acquainted.
I'm wanting to bring another character, a girl, but trying not to disrupt the room assignments since the three-room girls are already getting acquainted.
" Box cutters were much a much easier means of acquiring blood than biting oneself. "
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This guy.
And I feel you about the phone thing. Most of my posts are made when I'm on the go, so that's why text colors are not a thing for me.
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This guy.
And I feel you about the phone thing. Most of my posts are made when I'm on the go, so that's why text colors are not a thing for me.
What, two fighty pyromancers with short tempers and a lot of family pride? I'm sure nothing will go wrong.
"Yeah," said Toby gratefully to Sam. "I have a weapon to check, so I might want to d--to do that if you don't mind." He looked around for Maeve. He thought he'd spotted her in the dark during the presentation, but now she was nowhere to be found.
As he scanned the crowd, he saw a few more familiar faces--Dinah Fox, for one: cousin, former foster sister, who hadn't been around much since Toby went to live with Spire for reasons Toby recalled with an inward wince. He tried to catch her eye and gave a little, awkward wave, but she seemed absorbed in another conversation and he put his hand down before anybody noticed that he was probably going to be left hanging.
Then Toby spotted Azaziel. He felt his fingertips get cold as recollections made his heart begin to race. His blood flowed to his core for survival mode. He wondered if he should speak to the other boy. He didn't really know him, and yet with what they'd gone through and seen, in a way knew more about each other than most people ever would. He was interrupted before his stare could last too long.
Toby looked over as someone tapped his shoulder, startled to see that one of the girls he'd deemed too primped to talk to came right up to him and greeted him like an old friend. Obviously, he didn't recognize her, at least not at first, though after a second's lull he shook his head like he was recovering from being whacked in the jaw and said, "Oh! Erica, right? Yeah, it's--been a while." He remembered a few things about Lux: she was nice to him...except that one time...and her mother was a damn good lawyer.
He smiled, genuinely, though it didn't change the permanent furrow of concern in his forehead. He gestured to his previous companions. "This is Alex and Samantha Ryan. Alex, Sam, Erica Luxlane."
@caliban22@Dodi do 900@VitoftheVoid@Magister
As he scanned the crowd, he saw a few more familiar faces--Dinah Fox, for one: cousin, former foster sister, who hadn't been around much since Toby went to live with Spire for reasons Toby recalled with an inward wince. He tried to catch her eye and gave a little, awkward wave, but she seemed absorbed in another conversation and he put his hand down before anybody noticed that he was probably going to be left hanging.
Then Toby spotted Azaziel. He felt his fingertips get cold as recollections made his heart begin to race. His blood flowed to his core for survival mode. He wondered if he should speak to the other boy. He didn't really know him, and yet with what they'd gone through and seen, in a way knew more about each other than most people ever would. He was interrupted before his stare could last too long.
Toby looked over as someone tapped his shoulder, startled to see that one of the girls he'd deemed too primped to talk to came right up to him and greeted him like an old friend. Obviously, he didn't recognize her, at least not at first, though after a second's lull he shook his head like he was recovering from being whacked in the jaw and said, "Oh! Erica, right? Yeah, it's--been a while." He remembered a few things about Lux: she was nice to him...except that one time...and her mother was a damn good lawyer.
He smiled, genuinely, though it didn't change the permanent furrow of concern in his forehead. He gestured to his previous companions. "This is Alex and Samantha Ryan. Alex, Sam, Erica Luxlane."
@caliban22@Dodi do 900@VitoftheVoid@Magister
@Slendy Maybe we need another three-man room?
It is good. It didn't really come up. Yoko is a lovely volatile explosive and Canvas is sparky-af.
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