[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@Teyao][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=57F287][b]Late Morning - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]


[H1][center][color=Red]The Statue of Ardyon[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Connie, Barty, Jake[/center][/sub]

Croan ignored Connie for the moment, instead pulling out a small pocket watch and glancing at it. “Wrap up your ruminations - we are nearly at the limit of our permissions.” Croan snapped the pocket watch shut and tucked it back away. “Their writings, a copy for each of you, have already been delivered to your rooms. Your initial impressions both give you an opportunity to look at it without undue bias and me an opportunity to gauge your efficiency. I’m sure you know how your coven faired, Ms. Winthrom.”

“Yes, Mr. Mcleod. Continue your inane murmurings. Perhaps your covenmates will spontaneously develop telepathy over the next few minutes.” Croan drawled and sent Jake a judgemental look. “Do you understand anything about your abilities or are you as incompetent as a newborn babe?”


[H1][center][color=magenta]A Trip through Magic[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Willow, Nicky, Callaghan, Cassiopeia[/center][/sub]

Nicholas tilted his head as he considered, letting the shifter continue to mutter and investigate books without him. Cal knew the library better than he did; Nicholas knew he’d be hard pressed to find something Cal couldn’t. [color=5b8a9a]“Mikkail, for all his strangeness, commands more power than most in this institution. Could it not have just been a reflexive stress indicator? Like someone chewing their nails or picking at their skin?”[/color] Nicholas asked. Cal knew Mikkail far better than he did but it did seem improbable the dragon was overpowered. A millennia old creature did not succumb easily to mental manipulations, traps, or even simple distractions regardless of how strange they presented themselves. It would take a moment of extreme distress to bypass even the most basic of the Professor’s defenses. Nicholas should know - the twins had tried. 

Nicholas was about to suggest they accept Mikkail’s invitation to return any time, but the arrival of Callaghan’s plaything stilled his tongue. The jealous edge in her posture and coldness in her gaze did not go unnoticed. Nicholas didn’t bother restraining himself and sighed. He did not like complications and while it had been a fun thought, Nicholas was quickly tiring of engaging through Cal. [color=5b8a9a]“Callaghan, we can resume our… discussion where your concerns lay.”[/color] Nicholas gestured to Cassie.  [color=5b8a9a]“The floor is yours.”[/color] 

Meanwhile, whispers started in Willow’s ears - just beyond comprehension and spilling from the edges of the journal. 

 
[H1][center][color=gold]Into the Unknow[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][center]Rohan, Finley/Dysphoria, Frankie, Annika[/center][/sub]

Dysphoria cooed softly and curled around Finley’s throat, the faint thrum of adrenaline still keeping them on edge. 

“Excellent, excellent. And very resourceful, very resourceful. The Neverish is a place of chaos; you never know when you need to consider anything a resource.” Sariel praised the group, pushing off the wall and striding to the middle of the room. “Now, once it is completed I will lock it away and energize the connection. It may be… mildly uncomfortable for a moment, but you’ll come to appreciate it well!”