[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989753-c0d4-751e-94b6-ac932f65638b.webp[/img][hr][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@Morose][@Blizz][@Kirah][@PatientBean][@KazAlkemi][@kittyluna45][hr][h3][color=57F287][b] Early Afternoon - Fri. Nov. 1st, 2040 [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr] [u]Prof. Gray - Chaos and Wild Magic[/u] Advisees: Jake, Cassie [i]Mor will send a collab starter[/i] [u]Prof. Gwynn - Illusions and Enchantments[/u] Advisees: Nicky, Barty, Finley + Dysphoria Pixie’s left eye twitched as one of her students refused to set foot inside her office - and as the other dismissed her readily. Had they not been her students, she would have indulged in her more petty nature - made them believe that the so called vibrant puke extended throughout all the halls of the school. And at the insistence that she was only a twentieth of their years, she yearned to ask them then [i]why[/i] she was their teacher and they her students? Why their magic still needed guidance and supervision when hers did not? “Sounds great!” she lied through gritted teeth. “For what is absolutely necessary - that is going to depend on you. I’m here as a resource for you as you’re developing your magic and working on your mysteries. You’ve decided to continue at Strange Academy for a reason - and it’s my job to help you achieve your goals! So - what heights are you seeking? My specialty is obvi in illusions and enchantments, but I’ve also got a good amount of fae and demonic magic in me if you’re interested in exploring further.” [u]Prof. Ravoux - Healing and Necromancy[/u] Advisee: Connie Zéphyrine considered for a moment Connie’s question. “W’at do you know about t’is statue?” she asked. Connie hadn’t told her much - had told her some of the history, but not what she’d known about the magic. It was almost contradictory, telling Connie to embrace the unknown and pausing to ask for information. But there was a difference between accepting there was no pre-determined answer and acting without thinking. “You know my met’ods. I like to listen, to craft my wards and bindin’s wit’ intent. Some of my colleagues like to just s’out some words, force t’eir way t’rough t’e magic and t’e ‘exes, make it into a battle of wills.” “If I were you, I would take t’e day to just see w’at you know, w’at you’d seen - not w’at someone else ‘ad told you, not w’at some fool of a sorcerer done wrote in a book, but w’at [i]you[/i] know. Breat’e it all in, and t’en make your plan. Dealing wit’ t’e unknown doesn’t mean you can’t be cautious, don’t mean you can’t t’ink it t’rough. You’d be surprised ‘ow many of t’ese unbreakable curses were just called t’at because blastin’ it wit’ magic didn’t ‘elp t’e problem. Maybe it’s as simple as stone to fles’. Maybe that ‘urts you. I ain’t seen t’is statue, so I don’t know, chère. But what I [i]do[/i] know is t’at if t’ere’s any witc’ w’o can sort t’is out, I’m lookin’ at ‘er.” She offered Connie a warm smile, before setting down the rabbit she’d been cleaning. “T’at’s lookin’ great. I know you ‘ate t’is work, but I appreciate it all t’e same.” [u]Professor Varn Croan[/u] Advisees: Annika, Finley Croan watched Finley fish out a partially eaten loaf of bread and continue to eat it. His eye twitched at the thought of crumbs on his floor, but he kept himself stoic as he nodded along with the information given. “Professor Marino is an excitable instructor. She is certainly of the mind that pushing systems, and people, to the breaking point is the only way anything sustainable can be produced so take extra precautions during her lessons. They are valuable, if not deadly.” Croan advised, fulfilling his mandatory advisory quota for the day. He hummed thoughtfully. “Why was Annika’s blood resistant? Did the two of you discuss any specifics or do you plan to?” Croan put the question to the pair. “I prefer written letters. Under the door, with at least 24 hour notice. In an emergency, feel free to knock.” Dysphoria settled more firmly into the crook of Finley’s neck, a spiderweb of tendril spreading under clothes as Dysphoria’s tongue continued to flicker out to taste what may be in the room. Anxious energy rolled off them in waves into Finley, the frustration and fear from their encounter with Rohan’s curse still prominent, and the need to steal their Darling away from the eyes of others, where they could hurt them or take them, was quickly mounting. [u]Professor Mikkail Genesis[/u] Advisees: Callighan, Willow [hider=Roll Results] No roll needed - Cal is more than able to hold onto the book and place the others on hold so he can go back and check them out. Cal does not recognize the sky Mikkail is staring at [DC 15 - Rolled a 9 + 3 = 12] [/hider] “Always the gentleman and I am always happy to spend time with my students, so please use my time as you wish.” Mikkail laughed, though it had more of a wistful edge to it than normal. He hummed thoughtfully at Willow’s question, pacing back and forth for a few moments before answering. “I do not share the gift of an innate Sight, but I do boast a fair few methods to call on it should I find myself in need. But places steeped deep in secrets begging to be heard call naturally to those with such talents and this Academy explores wonders near and far and in dark, dark places where the light refuses to shine. I am not surprised to hear your Sight has seen many and much already. Compared to the natural order that maintains stillness among the magic in your home, this place is a tumultuous sea amongst a hurricane. It is difficult to keep any eye off the danger it offers, terrible and beautiful in equal measure.” Mikkail offered, pausing as he collected his thoughts further. He tucked his hands behind his back as he settled and faced the pair again. “Though, I suppose I ought to cut myself off before I continue to get ahead of myself. As a direct answer, more than my fair share of experience with the diving arts but little beyond other’s accounts and academic knowledge of the Sight. Even if I do not know the answer to your question or problem, I am often capable enough to find the proper resource to get them to you!” [u]Professor Sariel Marino[/u] Advisees: Rohan, Franklin “Franklin’s baseline development is the best route. Unfortunately, denying it has also denied you the opportunities you’ve needed to explore and understand it, despite the fact it has kept you human presenting. I would not, at this time, attempt to have others work on your curse, if only because you have no way of qualifying data and you may find yourself wasting time by repeating processes or even worsening it when they interact. I would recommend that you first establish this baseline. This will allow you to chart clear and obvious trends and will better help others assist you in the future. Then, you can develop a series of stress tests to understand how the curse develops under a variety of circumstances. During that, you can research your direct symptoms and progression from your baseline to see who else has encountered this and what methods they used, in the event no one has had an opportunity to break this before.” Sariel poured herself a drink, something amber that caught the light and seemed freckled with green bits. “I’m not fond of initial impressions with such little detail but I’d assume it a Ki no Kami if it had the power to warp an area to that degree. Unfortunately, there are any number of them and searching for a single one before the dawn of the bronze age would certainly be a challenge.” Sariel tapped one finger on the glass thoughtfully before she took a sip.