@Gelatinous Cube I'm probably just dense and totally missing it, but where did he head off to? The boy's dorms? The main hall? In trying to run Mari into the two of thems.
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@Gelatinous Cube Is Ray still in the common room, or did he head off already?
Maeve watched the exchange with same contemptuous disinterest that a caged tiger may extend toward zoo guests: They were there, and so was she. The students threw each other. Montana stepped in. Lovette did something Lovette-y. Both students parted in a huff.
Her mood perked up for a moment as one Mr. Schippers entered the room, but she caught herself from waving or walking over to the boy. He was a teenager, and this was his new school, and she was probably a super uncool (or lame, or whatever the kids these days would call it,) teacher. The kid looked like he was holding his own just fine without any embarrassing mishaps.
When the lights blacked out, however, her demeanor took an abrupt turn. A thick, coppery taste slicked over the back of her mouth, stinging in her her sinuses. Her gaze narrowed. She took a step back toward the wall behind her. She looked about to try and catch sight of Kovalenko, but there was no time.
Her pupils dilated and her face flushed white. A cold sweat beaded along her hairline. Byrne's gaze fixed forward on a table full of students, glaring like a tiger through the dim-lit room.
Specifically, her unflinching stare had settled on Britney Williams.
Professor Byrne did not blink. Her right hand twitched, opening and closing like a nervous tick. Or like she was thinking about going for the throwing knife sheathed in her jacket. For a few seconds, she did not seem to breathe. If the girl had looked at her, Maeve did not seem to care.
And then, as quickly as it had set on, the spell was broken. A second after the lights flicked back, Maeve blinked, ran a hand through her hair, and took off for the girls' side dormitories so quickly she clipped shoulders with a student on her way out the door.
@Mr Allen J
Her mood perked up for a moment as one Mr. Schippers entered the room, but she caught herself from waving or walking over to the boy. He was a teenager, and this was his new school, and she was probably a super uncool (or lame, or whatever the kids these days would call it,) teacher. The kid looked like he was holding his own just fine without any embarrassing mishaps.
When the lights blacked out, however, her demeanor took an abrupt turn. A thick, coppery taste slicked over the back of her mouth, stinging in her her sinuses. Her gaze narrowed. She took a step back toward the wall behind her. She looked about to try and catch sight of Kovalenko, but there was no time.
Her pupils dilated and her face flushed white. A cold sweat beaded along her hairline. Byrne's gaze fixed forward on a table full of students, glaring like a tiger through the dim-lit room.
Specifically, her unflinching stare had settled on Britney Williams.
Professor Byrne did not blink. Her right hand twitched, opening and closing like a nervous tick. Or like she was thinking about going for the throwing knife sheathed in her jacket. For a few seconds, she did not seem to breathe. If the girl had looked at her, Maeve did not seem to care.
And then, as quickly as it had set on, the spell was broken. A second after the lights flicked back, Maeve blinked, ran a hand through her hair, and took off for the girls' side dormitories so quickly she clipped shoulders with a student on her way out the door.
@Mr Allen J
@Gelatinous Cube@Magister I could have a Mariana bump into them, perhaps? She's coming in as a late hire, and I need to intro her.
Word. So we can continue the Epic KindleHorse Vigilante Adventures Episode III: Fireho vs Metalbro.
Larke had no time to respond to Kora's quip before the imposing figure of Montana cut in, and a lump formed in his throat. The small orb of water that had hovered in his hand a moment earlier splashed to the ground. The tingling dull sensation of a negation field washed over him, and he took a healthy step further back from Kora and the Professor.
He had heard things about Roderic Montana. Namely, he had heard things about his trial.
He had heard so much, in fact, that he almost felt badly for Kora's misjudged produce projectile. Given that there was still a healthy helping of yogurt dripping from his hair and a centuries old good deposit still owed to his family, however, "almost" did not cut it. Larke returned her glare with a smug grin as her un-fortuitously flung fruit collided with the professor's shield.
His expression dropped as soon as the man's eyes were back on him.
"Yes, Professors," he replied, contrite sincerity coloring his voice. "I'll be sure to avoid any future altercations."
He stepped back to take a seat, relieved as soon as the numbness of Montana's field faded away. He gathered the spilled water back up into an orb with a sweep of his hand, and ran it through his hair to strip out the gunk.
The result, though damp, was clean and reasonably put together. Shower fresh, he hoped. He dismissed the dirtied water into a trash bin before ambling back to take his seat as instructed, never giving Norrevinter the satisfaction of a second glance.
A familiar face in a sticky situation caught his eye as he searched for a seat.
"Canvas!" he called as the other student shuffled into place. He swung into a seat directly beside his younger cousin, unperturbed that both Dinah Fox and Jason "I-Know-More-Than-You" Avalon had already arrived on the scene. He threw an arm fondly around Canvas for a quick hug, and jerked a thumb at him as he addressed the bulky woman. "You're gonna have to excuse my little cousin, here," he said, and then lowered his voice to speak even after the presentation had begun. "He's mildly afflicted with being a dumbass, but it's all from my side of the family. He's not a bad guy. But uh-" She seemed more interested in food than anyone, and Larke threw Canvas an elbow and a subtle shake of his head.
Let sleeping- or eating, in this case- bears lie.
After the presentation ended, he looked to Jason and offered a handshake. "Always good to see you, Avalon! It's been a few, what? Weeks?" He chuckled, appraising the pathetic hard-ass with the kind of disingenuous joviality that a child may extend to a pair of socks found under the Christmas tree.
It seemed that nobody had yet to be so kind as to remove the stick from up Jason Avalon's pretentious ass.
"And...." Larke stood as the other students started to split away, and extended an unabashed hand to Dinah Fox. He had never seen the girl in his life, but she had the sort of picture his parents looked at on social media and said things like "what a shame," and "poor thing" toward without moving to actually help. He knew well who she was, but "I know you're bad news and basically burned ground around here," did not make for a good conversation opener. "I can't say we've ever met. Larke Sterling."
He had heard things about Roderic Montana. Namely, he had heard things about his trial.
He had heard so much, in fact, that he almost felt badly for Kora's misjudged produce projectile. Given that there was still a healthy helping of yogurt dripping from his hair and a centuries old good deposit still owed to his family, however, "almost" did not cut it. Larke returned her glare with a smug grin as her un-fortuitously flung fruit collided with the professor's shield.
His expression dropped as soon as the man's eyes were back on him.
"Yes, Professors," he replied, contrite sincerity coloring his voice. "I'll be sure to avoid any future altercations."
He stepped back to take a seat, relieved as soon as the numbness of Montana's field faded away. He gathered the spilled water back up into an orb with a sweep of his hand, and ran it through his hair to strip out the gunk.
The result, though damp, was clean and reasonably put together. Shower fresh, he hoped. He dismissed the dirtied water into a trash bin before ambling back to take his seat as instructed, never giving Norrevinter the satisfaction of a second glance.
A familiar face in a sticky situation caught his eye as he searched for a seat.
"Canvas!" he called as the other student shuffled into place. He swung into a seat directly beside his younger cousin, unperturbed that both Dinah Fox and Jason "I-Know-More-Than-You" Avalon had already arrived on the scene. He threw an arm fondly around Canvas for a quick hug, and jerked a thumb at him as he addressed the bulky woman. "You're gonna have to excuse my little cousin, here," he said, and then lowered his voice to speak even after the presentation had begun. "He's mildly afflicted with being a dumbass, but it's all from my side of the family. He's not a bad guy. But uh-" She seemed more interested in food than anyone, and Larke threw Canvas an elbow and a subtle shake of his head.
Let sleeping- or eating, in this case- bears lie.
After the presentation ended, he looked to Jason and offered a handshake. "Always good to see you, Avalon! It's been a few, what? Weeks?" He chuckled, appraising the pathetic hard-ass with the kind of disingenuous joviality that a child may extend to a pair of socks found under the Christmas tree.
It seemed that nobody had yet to be so kind as to remove the stick from up Jason Avalon's pretentious ass.
"And...." Larke stood as the other students started to split away, and extended an unabashed hand to Dinah Fox. He had never seen the girl in his life, but she had the sort of picture his parents looked at on social media and said things like "what a shame," and "poor thing" toward without moving to actually help. He knew well who she was, but "I know you're bad news and basically burned ground around here," did not make for a good conversation opener. "I can't say we've ever met. Larke Sterling."
I vanished for a few days, and I'm so sorry for having ghosted!
That being said, I'm definitely up for character backstories or families ties to anyone.
The Sterlings probably have some kind of connection with most of the bigger families, and probably a good share of the small ones. Larke's father has a seat on the council, and they've basically got a monopoly in magical trade. I worked out with Echo that they contract with the Memolis for moving "discrete" goods, and Larke and Dawn's fathers have a good business relationship. They also work well with most of the Council families, and have a reputation for sticking to their word and doing good work.
Except for the Norrevinter fiasco, but savages will be savages, you know?
The Byrne family is all but died out, but they were fowlers in Ireland. They used aeromancy for flight and hunting, as an older group, but weren't know for much else.
The Guerra family is in the US and Cuba, and I'm down for any connections there, as well!
That being said, I'm definitely up for character backstories or families ties to anyone.
The Sterlings probably have some kind of connection with most of the bigger families, and probably a good share of the small ones. Larke's father has a seat on the council, and they've basically got a monopoly in magical trade. I worked out with Echo that they contract with the Memolis for moving "discrete" goods, and Larke and Dawn's fathers have a good business relationship. They also work well with most of the Council families, and have a reputation for sticking to their word and doing good work.
Except for the Norrevinter fiasco, but savages will be savages, you know?
The Byrne family is all but died out, but they were fowlers in Ireland. They used aeromancy for flight and hunting, as an older group, but weren't know for much else.
The Guerra family is in the US and Cuba, and I'm down for any connections there, as well!
On second thought about Mariana, I think I'm going to hold off on her until during orientation or a bit after. She was a late hire, so she'll pop in when the introing gets a bit less hectic, if that's alright. She's not terribly flashy, so I think she would get a bit swallowed up.
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