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I want to join a fulfilling RP, please let me know if anything is out thereeeee
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"In, well, like, Tuesday."
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Ailís Muirgheal Doyle

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The notebook chafed Ailís’ sweaty stomach as she continued to push through empty campus, buildings turning into trees as her journey snaked through heavy forest. A few short branches snagged at her clothes here and there, and the slight stinging she felt on her legs warned her of sharper growth below. While running under the shade was cooler than direct sunlight, Ailís’ body glimmered from a sheet of warm moisture. The air she breathed was fire in her throat, and the groaning ache in her legs protested each step she took. It wasn’t long until she found herself leaning against a tree, trying to pull together any energy she had left. Checking her watch only made her stomach drop; indeed, there were only a few minutes left until the hour was up. She wouldn’t make it.

The sound of rustling leaves from nearby made Ailís stiffen, instinctively causing her to reach out with her mind. These I-men were everywhere, and their creepiness never ceased to give Ailís the willies. To the young girl’s surprise, a horse stepped into her line of sight and bowed. Between its teeth held tightly...a pen! It’s a student, Ailís thought, almost laughing at herself in a wave of exhaustion and delirium. “I...You don’t have to,” Ailís laughed, thinking of how strange the situation would look to her parents. Ailís sensed the persistence and comfort radiating from the majestic creature, and she couldn’t help but sling herself over the top of it. “I really do appreciate this. I owe you, truly,” she assured the horse, holding on tightly, unsure of how riding quite worked. Her notebook was held tightly between her and the horse, and her pen was still wedged inside of her shoe. As they took off, Ailís squeezed tighter, her body melting into the wind with the horse.

By the time they reached the dock, with still minutes to spare, Ailís felt like so much had happened. It was true, her life was never extraordinary, but the amount of firsts in just the hour had her head spinning. Nearly falling off the horse, Ailís patted its back. “You are a life saver! I am entirely indebted to you!” With what may have been tears in her eyes, the blonde hypnokinetic quickly fled to her ship, the one with her elf standing in front. There was another standing beside her home elf, but she said nothing except pull out her pen and show her wrist watch to the elf. As she hurried onto the ship, she finally pulled out her notebook from her shirt and scribbled a quick note.

  • 00:04:32
  • Find/Thank who the horse was
  • Find/Thank who melted the I-men with fire
  • I-men do not have dream capabilities but powers still affect their sleep patterns (if that’s what you call it????)

@Mistress Dizzy Feel better!
The plot thickens
@WhiteStar19 Absolutely! :D I thought the whole helping others things was a cool concept to be receptive of

Ailís Muirgheal Doyle

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Ailís felt her mouth fall slack and gape open as Lady Morgana finished delivering her speech. The sensation of competition that now animated the dimly lit auditorium made the young hypnokinetic swallow hard, thick saliva coating her throat, a few coarse cookie crumbs scratching it. Protect your pen at all cost, she repeated to herself hesitantly. Something told her it wouldn’t be easy, and when the auditorium doors opened to reveal a swell of I-Men, her feeling was confirmed. Without skipping a beat, she shoved the pen deep into her sock, wiggling around frantically until the cool metal tickled her toes. It was smushed deep within her shoe and sock now. Sure, it probably wasn’t the best idea, but there wasn’t time for Ailís to sculpt out a master plan--not with only an hour to reach the dock.

With the notebook tucked under her shirt and the bracelet now clasped tightly around her left wrist, Ailís jumed out of her seat and scurried to the aisle. She kept one arm tight around her torso to keep the black notebook in place, the fabric enfolding the electronic device rubbing against her sensitive skin. No doubt it would be inflamed in a matter of minutes. As she maneuvered around other students, she squealed apologies whole-heartedly. Despite the surge that was sending her running, there was always time for manners, wasn’t there? Before Ailís could answer her own question, she caught sight of one of the I-Men, fully zoned in on her. It stood two yard away, and its large, centered eye made Ailís’ knees wobble. Would her ability work on these...things? Just as she began to reach out with her own mind, the gray body lunged at her--

"Everyone get down!” someone shouted nearby. Impulsively, Ailís dropped down and clutched an aisle seat with her free hand, the blue textile grainy to the touch. Fire erupted over the I-man that had his arms outstretched to Ailís, one of its hand inches from her face. She watched with wide eyes as it melted in on itself. How long would it stay that way? Ailís did not want to find out.

Brushing stringy hair out of her eyes, Ailís sprang out of her crouching position and started towards the entrance once more. Protect the pen, she reminded herself, flinging herself faster than she would have liked, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. The sound of the auditorium was blurry noise now. How could it have gotten so chaotic so fast? Maybe this World Journey thing wasn’t as exciting as she had previously thought. Nonetheless, she still needed to get to the dock. As she closed in on an exit, she felt another I-man close behind. She glanced over her shoulder, her breath chafing her throat, and tried to focus. Did these things work like humans? There was only one way to find out.

Ailís reached out carefully with her mind, disregarded the splashes of attentiveness she felt throughout the room, and sensed waves from the I-man’s brain. They were extremely level, unlike any she had perceived before, but now was no time to experiment. She urged signals to the organism’s brain, hushing alpha activity and manipulating an increase in delta wave activity. At the same time, she smiled as she felt the base of the I-Man’s brain send signals to his spinal cord--the same signals that stiffened a person during sleep. While Ailís didn’t sense dreams spouting from the I-man, she felt the next best thing: Sleep Paralysis. It was temporary, but it was a relief.

Sweat dampened Ailís’ tightened brow, and her pale bangs stuck to her forehead as she left the I-Man in her dust. Her legs began to ache as she left the auditorium behind; she had never been into much physical activity, and it was showing. The tire that wore her down as she slowed to catch her breath evaporated as she remembered she still had to get to the dock. Though Ailís didn’t quite recall where it was, there were several students scattered about the campus, all moving in the same direction. She would just have to trust them on this. After making a quick scan for I-Men and paralyzing one from a distance, Ailís scampered after the students warily. The silly pen she was trying to protect rubbed against her foot, taunting her.

Ailís Muirgheal Doyle

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"What's a World Journey?" Ailís asked herself, momentarily distracted from Edmund by the announcement. Perhaps this endeavor would allow her to develop her skill in a better way. Less invading others, more helping, right? Before the previous year had completed, Ailís had discovered that she was sleepwalking around her living quarters late at night, trespassing on the dreams of other Horse House members subconsciously. It was like her greatest nightmare had become a reality, and who would want her help after those incidents? Couldn't the others control themselves? Why couldn't she? The words of the announcer echoed through Ailís' skull like a bell's aftershock of ringing, blinding her as someone bumped into her.

Ailís landed on the slick floor with a muted thud. It was just her luck that questioning someone meant they would make an awful impression, but Ailís cast that thought aside. Often she was blinded by the good in people; indeed, she could never only focus on accidents–even if she had been knocked onto the ground. The only thing that tore at her heart was the fragile lollipop that tumbled out of her mouth and shattered like glass beside her.

With saucer eyes, Ailís looked up at Edmund with inflating sadness. It was only when he offered her the sweet that she snapped back to attentive. "C-cookie?" Her peachy bottom lip quivered at the sight of a layered delicacy. She could practically feel it crumble in her mouth, maybe it was warm and melts like most of the baked goods she enjoyed. Ailís picked herself up gingerly before snatching the cookie like a child and stuffing it in her mouth less than gracefully. Maybe Edmund wasn't so bad after all. A few crumbs stuck to Ailís' slight, protruding chin, but the warmth of bliss the dessert spread through her made crumbs seem like nothing.

"That was heavenly," Ailís sighed before bowing slightly. "Thank you, Mr. Orion of the House...Your Highness...Master?" Wasn't that what previous Orions had expected of the other house members last year? Behind closed doors at least.
I forgot about the Skype thing. Lol awkward I'm sorry. I'll download it right now
@Angel Eyes I feel like this was asked already, but I don't remember. Is there a posting ordere?
@Rage Lonethorn Would you like to make Edmund and Ailís roomates? It could be something that was assigned this year


Sure thaaaaaaang. She just won't know yet. I wonder how room numbers works so Yee
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