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James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





The sound of footsteps approaching caught James’s attention but Sunshine was the last person he expected to see when he looked up. She’d made her way off last night and since they’d only met hours earlier, he’d expected that to be that. Maybe she was like an outdoor cat, one that needed their independence for a while but liked to circle back to something familiar periodically. James shrugged mentally. Probably shouldn’t make assumptions on people’s characters less than a day into meeting them.

“Oh uh, I don’t want anything?” James responded slowly, confusion evident in his voice. Even if he did want something, James wouldn’t trade injury for something like that. Actually, he might depending on the circumstances like I fix you, you free me deal but this didn’t qualify for that. “Looked like a pretty nasty bash though. Still feeling okay right? Need a top off?”
Varis stared up at the vampire- Joryldin Nailo if he recalled- keeping his face arraigned in polite interest as he spoke. The boy must be joking. Seven article blocks to cover in a short five month period and the boy expected guidance on the political platforms of the Houses. Varis raised an eyebrow instead of scoffing like he wanted. And how does he not have a basic understanding of them? Apparently the thing was raised under a rock. A few choice words weighed heavily on his tongue but he brushed them aside.

“No, we will not. I recommend using the library and the resources of your group to curtail your arguments appropriately..” Varis turned his attention to a familiar voice, the Spellman child. Of course, what better way to interrupt his plans that have the Spellman slow him down. “You may, Mr. Spellman. If those are all the questions, we’ll continue into our first topic of the year: The Fundamental Articles. The Treaty is comprised of twenty one articles clustered into blocks based on a variety of criteria. Articles one through three are in the Fundamental block because they were the original articles the human delegates demanded complete first and establish the social structures we experience today. A change to any part of these Articles, even just the wording, would cause massive alterations in the day to day operation of our society. Both King Geoffery and Landar Starag, the heads of the Vampiric and Mortal delegations respectively, included a clause in each of these Articles that requires unanimous agreement from the Council for an amendment to any of these articles to pass into law. To date, this feat has only been accomplished once in recorded history..” As Varis spoke, he made his way over to his briefcase and shuffled inside in shortly. He stepped away from it again and gently tossed an egg up and down.

“Article one is known as the Declaration of Authority. This article does exactly what it suggests, establishing vampires as the superior race and delegates mages and humans as subservient to them. It continues on to declare the Noila family as the permanent head of state and details the process in the event of the Noila line disappearing. Interestingly enough, the human delegation demanded that none of the other Noble Houses assume the throne if tragic circumstances eradicated the Noila line. Rather, the Four noble houses would have to establish an entirely new Royal line that all four agreed would sit on the throne. The Noble houses nearly withdrew their support over the idea but lucky for everyone, a well timed werewolf attack on vampiric territory spurned them to overlook it. Almost one hundred amendments have been put forth to change the clause but neither King Geoffery nor Queen Anastasia are willing to support the measures.” Varis clicked his little clicker and the screens behind him showed seven massive books sitting side by side, the first four in glass cases. “These are every single original failed amendment organized by date. Almost five thousand pages of writing with the sole purpose of influencing the Noilas into changing the amendment. Almost every single one drafted by a member of every house, ensuring they each gave up things of equal value. And yet, the Noilas refuse to budge even to this day. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why.” He gave people a moment to consider before continuing onwards. “Furthermore, this amendment establishes the Sinnenodels, the Eves, the Astorios, and the Marivaldis as the only Noble Houses and cements their position on the Moonlight Council. It continues and establishes the Moonlight Council as the highest authority in the land and that its decisions are Law.”

“Where Article One legitimizes the ruling bodies of our society, Article Two distances humanity from Vampires. The Declaration of Immunity divides the mortal race into two different groups, Mage and Human. A Mage is anyone defined as having awoken, through either natural awakening or the Awakening ritual, to their magic potential where a human is someone who has not undergone an Awakening. This was not always the case however. Originally, Mages were considered anyone who showed magical aptitude. With little to gauge the term “Aptitude”, often times mages and humans were mistaken for one another in early years. It wasn’t until 1647 that the Awakening ritual was developed and the Council altered the wording in a unanimous decision to better clarify the difference and reduce accidental violations.” Varis paused again, letting anyone taking notes a moment to catch up before continuing again. “It also established feeding requirements, shifting the burden fully onto mages. This article took nearly two years of deliberation between the mortal and vampiric races, the longest of all the articles, specifically because of this issue. Landar Starag and Morgan le Fey, a powerful mage known as the mother of modern conjuration, demanded hunting of the human race cease immediately. It was an impossible task. With the vampiric forces stretched as they were, King Geoffeory and the Astorios who ran the military at the time would have been hard pressed to enforce such a policy. Their counter offer was a transitional period in which the hunting of humans would be restricted further and further every year until a complete ban after the war ended plus a year or ten years, whichever came first. Eventually, article two included a transitional period of five years or a year after the Lycan threat was deemed eliminated. The Lycan threat was eliminated two years later and a year after that, feeding on humans was fully banned.” Varis paused again, tossing the egg between his hands and watching people write. Once enough pens stilled, he continued pacing.

“However, Morgan le Fey felt another issue needed attention. Vampires were used to a massive herd size, used to indulging in their desires whenever they wished as long as they could catch their prey. Limiting their herd so quickly would, in Ms. Fey’s opinion, drive vampires into a frenzy of overfeeding, especially since mage blood was difficult to procure at the time. Remember, this was before most blood bottling techniques were made public and the idea of drinking blood from something other than the source was horrific and barbaric. Morgan le Fey personally penned the Guardianship clause, the part that demands a mage be directly tethered to one vampire but a vampire may have many mages..” Varis clicked his clicker, switching the screen to the massive length that was the clause. It was the longest clause outside of Article 3 and was incredibly ironclad. “Unlike Article One which suggests mages are at the mercy of all vampires, the Guardianship clause demands a mage be in the service of one and only one vampire at any given time if they are to be in the service of a vampire and establishes that only the vampire a mage is in service to may drink from that mage. Other vampires could drink from a mage given they had sufficient permission but this clause drastically reduced deaths related to overfeeding almost immediately and had all but eliminated them within two years. This clause is one of the best pieces of legal literature in existence.” Varis’s face remained rather impassive but his tone took on an almost awestruck edge as he spoke about the Guardianship clause. “Spanning three pages alone, the Guardianship clause has been torn apart time and time again by treaty scholars and it is only one of sixteen sections with no possible loopholes. It is in an of itself a piece of art and I highly recommend spending the time reading it outside of class.” He clicked the clicker again, and briefly the screen read MAJOR TEST POINT: GUARDIANSHIP CLAUSE as he made his suggestion before it flickered into the next Article.

“Now Article 3 is the longest of the three and is known as the Declaration of Atonement. It details the various punishments vampire can suffer for violating any part of Article 2 specifically. This was the only article the mortal delegation walked in with practically completed. Morgan Le Fey and Landar Starag were both adamant the punishments for failing to follow the Declaration of Immunity were harsh and severe. This Article wasn’t debated deeply because the entire mortal delegation made it clear they would walk without the proper safeguards in place and the King and the Council had little say in the matter. The bare minimum the mortal delegation would accept for harming a human without cause was defangment and public torpor. These are still the easiest punishments a vampire can receive to this day. They are displayed in their Lord or Lady’s main hall for anyone to see for about a century. If a human is fed on or killed, the vampire is to be starved to near frenzy and then caged for the next dawn. Breaking the Declaration of Immunity is considered high treason.” Varis paused again, his face blank as he considered his next point. He shouldn’t necessarily include this discussion but it was a major point, even if the Council wants it faded away and Varis was nothing if not thorough. Academic integrity… Lawful conduct… Academic integrity… Lawful conduct…. Varis shrugged mentally. He’d done worse than discuss blacklisted topics. “But that wasn’t the original demand. While technically the mage status amendment to Article One was the first recorded unanimous vote, there was one struck from the record shortly after the Treaty’s ratification. In 1293, just over two centuries prior to the Treaty, the Sinnendol family made a move to stop an ancient punishment the Originals handed down and their Children refined. A torture method known as Solaris Pius in which a vampire was locked in a special box with sliding surfaces. While closed, the vampire remained entirely in darkness but pieces could be pulled back to reveal parts of the victim to sunlight for ten seconds at a time, never long enough to kill but long enough to inflict brutal pain. Kept fed just enough to stay above torpor, the victim would often suffer this for several weeks before finally being allowed to leave. It’s one of the guaranteed ways to scar a vampire, mentally and physically. It was a popular punishment but the Sinnenodel family managed to abolish it by the early 1300 hundreds. The practice was meant to fade into the background of history but Landar Starag and Morgan le Fey rediscovered it and demanded those who violated Article Two suffered a full year of Solaris Pius before finally being allowed to die. The Council’s first move, once the treaty was ratified, was to alter that particular punishment to extended starvation rather than branding by sunlight.” Varis’s face stayed neutral as he spoke, the egg still for the duration of the discussion but he resumed tossing it as he continued on.

“Now the most interesting part of Article Three in my opinion, is the Starag Commandment. Written and repeatedly announced by the mage, The Starag Commandment is a demand that those who swear fealty to the Council and the Throne uphold specifically the punitive measures of this treaty. Realistically, the commandment has little power or authority as part of the whole but rather is a symbolic representation of the weight of the Treaty. Not a single member of the council suggested a change in the wording or recommended its removal altogether despite that it places a heavy expectation of responsibility on the shoulders of those involved. But that isn’t the interesting part of the Commandment.” He clicked again and a new series of pages popped up on screen, a large red circle superimposed on a blank space in the center of them. “That was the space the Council left Landar to write his commandment. However, he chose instead to write it on a seperate piece of parchment that is kept away from non-council members under Noila lock and key. There are no other images of the document, no scholars have permission to interact with it, only a few mages associated with the Council are permitted to maintain its integrity. Rumors have it that Landar created a powerful magical failsafe in the event the Treaty was ignored but any archivist granted the honor of seeing the document deny it.” Varis stopped pacing, still tossing the egg in the air. “Questions so far?”
Varis stared up at the vampire speaking, keeping his face arraigned in polite interest as he spoke. The boy must be joking. Seven article clusters to cover in a short five month period and the boy expected guidance on the political platforms of the Houses. Varis raised an eyebrow instead of scoffing like he wanted. And how does he not have a basic understanding of them? Apparently the thing was raised under a rock. A few choice words weighed heavily on his tongue but he brushed them aside.

“No, we will not.” Varis turned his attention to a familiar voice, the Spellman child. Of course, what better way to interrupt his plans that have the Spellman slow him down. “You may, Mr. Spellman. If those are all the questions, we’ll continue into our first topic of the year: The Fundamental Articles. The Treaty is comprised of twenty one articles clustered into blocks based on a variety of criteria. Articles one through three are in the Fundamental block because they were the original articles the human delegates demanded complete first and establish the social structures we experience today. A change to any part of these Articles, even just the wording, would cause massive alterations in the day to day operation of our society. Both King Geoffery and Landar Starag, the heads of the Vampiric and Mortal delegations respectively, included a clause in each of these Articles that requires unanimous agreement from the Council for an amendment to any of these articles to pass into law. To date, this feat has only been accomplished twice.” As Varis spoke, he made his way over to his briefcase and shuffled inside in shortly. He stepped away from it again and gently tossed an egg up and down.

“Article one is known as the Declaration of Authority. This article does exactly what it suggests, establishes vampires as the superior race and delegates mages and humans as subservient to them. It continues on to declare the Noila family as the permanent head of state and details the process in the event of the Noila line disappearing. Interestingly enough, the human delegation demanded that none of the other Noble Houses assume the throne if tragic circumstances eradicated the Noila line. Rather, the Four noble houses would have to establish an entirely new Royal line that all four agreed would sit on the throne. The Noble houses nearly withdrew their support over the idea but lucky for everyone, a well timed werewolf attack on vampiric territory spurned them to overlook it. Almost one hundred amendments have been put forth to change the clause but neither King Geoffery or Queen Anastasia are willing to support the measures.” Varis clicked his little clicker and the screens behind him showed seven massive books sitting side by side, the first four in glass cases. “These are every single original failed amendment organized by date. Almost five thousand pages of writing with the sole purpose of influencing the Noilas into changing the amendment. Almost every single one drafted by a member of every house, ensuring they each gave up things of equal value. And yet, the Noilas refuse to budge even to this day. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why.” He gave people a moment to consider before continuing onwards. “Furthermore, this amendment establishes the Sinnenodels, the Eves, the Astorios, and the Marivaldis as the only Noble Houses and cements their position on the Moonlight Council. It continues and establishes the Moonlight Council as the highest authority in the land and that its decisions are Law.”

“Where Article One legitimizes the ruling bodies of our society, Article Two distances humanity from Vampires. The Declaration of Immunity divides the mortal race into two different groups, Mage and Human. A Mage is anyone defined as having awoken, through either natural awakening or the Awakening ritual, to their magic potential where a human is someone who has no awoken their magical potential. This was not always the case however. Originally, Mages were considered anyone who showed magical aptitude. With little to gauge the term “Aptitude”, often times mages and humans were mistaken for one another in early years.It wasn’t until 1645 that the Awakening ritual was developed and the Council altered the wording in a unanimous decision to better clarify the difference and reduce accidental violations.” Varis paused again, letting anyone taking notes a moment to catch up before continuing again. “It also established feeding requirements, shifting the burden fully onto mages. This article took nearly two years of deliberation between the mortal and vampiric races, the longest of all the articles, specifically because of this issue. Landar Starag and Morgan le Fey, a powerful mage known as the mother of modern conjuration, demanded hunting of the human race cease immediately. It was an impossible task. With the vampiric forces stretched as they were, King Geoffeory and the Astorios who ran the military at the time would have been hard pressed to enforce such a policy. Their counter offer was a transitional period in which the hunting of humans would be restricted further and further every year until a complete ban after the war ended plus a year or ten years, whichever came first. Eventually, article two included a transitional period of five years or a year after the Lycan threat was deemed eliminated. The Lycan threat was eliminated two years later and a year after that, feeding on humans was banned.” Varis paused again, tossing the egg between his hands and watching people write. Once enough pens stilled, he continued pacing.

“However, Morgan le Fey felt another issue needed attention. Vampires were used to a massive herd size, used to indulging in their desires whenever they wished as long as they could catch their prey. Limiting their herd so quickly would, in Ms. Fey’s opinion, drive vampires into a frenzy of overfeeding, especially since mage blood was difficult to procure at the time. Remember, this was before most blood bottling techniques were made public and the idea of drinking blood from something other than the source was horrific and barbaric. Morgan le Fey personally penned the Guardianship clause, the part that demands a mage be directly tethered to one vampire but a vampire may have many mages.” Varis clicked his clicker, switching the screen to the massive length that was the clause. It was the longest clause outside of Article 3 and was incredibly ironclad. “Unlike Article One which suggests mages are at the mercy of all vampires, the Guardianship clause demands a mage be in the service of one and only one vampire at any given time if they are to be in the service of a vampire and establishes that only the vampire a mage is in service to may drink from that mage. Other vampires could drink from a mage given they had sufficient permission but this clause drastically reduced deaths related to overfeeding almost immediately and had all but eliminated them within two years. This clause is one of the best pieces of legal literature in existence.” Varis’s face remained rather impassive but his tone took on an almost awestruck edge as he spoke about the Guardianship clause. “Spanning three pages alone, the Guardianship clause has been torn apart time and time again by treaty scholars and it is only one of sixteen sections with no possible loopholes. It is in an of itself a piece of art and I highly recommend spending the time reading it outside of class.” He clicked the clicker again, and briefly the screen read MAJOR TEST POINT: GUARDIANSHIP CLAUSE as he made his suggestion before it flickered into the next Article.

“Now Article 3 is the longest of the three and is known as the Declaration of Atonement. It details the various punishments vampire can suffer for violating any part of Article 2 specifically. This was the only article the mortal delegation walked in with practically completed. Morgan Le Fey and Landar Starag were both adamant the punishments for failing to follow the Declaration of Immunity were harsh and severe. This Article wasn’t debated deeply because the entire mortal delegation made it clear they would walk without the proper safeguards in place and the King and the Council had little say in the matter. The bare minimum the mortal delegation would accept for harming a human without cause was defangment and public torpor. These are still the easiest punishments a vampire can receive to this day. They are displayed in their Lord or Lady’s main hall for anyone to see for about a century. If a human is fed on or killed, the vampire is to be starved to near frenzy and then caged for the next dawn. Breaking the Declaration of Immunity is considered high treason still to this day.” Varis paused again, his face blank as he considered his next point. Technically, it wasn’t part of the lesson. Technically, it never happened. But it could give the wrong person the right idea. “But that wasn’t the original demand. While technically the mage status amendment to Article One was the first recorded unanimous vote, there was one struck from the record shortly after the Treaty’s ratification. In 1293, just over two centuries prior to the Treaty, the Sinnendol family made a move to stop an ancient punishment the Originals handed down and their Children refined. A torture method known as Solaris Pius in which a vampire was locked in a special box with sliding surfaces. While closed, the vampire remained entirely in darkness but pieces could be pulled back to reveal parts of the victim to sunlight for ten seconds at a time, never long enough to kill but long enough to inflict brutal pain. Kept fed just enough to stay above torpor, the victim would often suffer this for several weeks before finally being allowed to leave. It’s one of the guaranteed ways to scar a vampire,mentally and physically. It was a popular punishment but the Sinnenodel family managed to abolish it by the early 1300 hundreds. The practice was meant to fade into the background of history but Landar Starag and Morgan le Fey demanded those who violated Article Two suffered a full year of Solaris Pius before finally being allowed to die. The Council’s first move, once the treaty was ratified, was to alter that particular punishment to extended starvation rather than branding by sunlight.” Varis’s face stayed neutral as he spoke, the egg still for the duration of the discussion but he resumed tossing it as he continued on.

“Now the most interesting part of Article Three in my opinion, is the Starag Commandment. Written and repeatedly announced by the mage, The Starag Commandment is a demand that those who swear fealty to the Council and the Throne uphold specifically the punitive measures of this treaty. Realistically, the commandment has little power or authority as part of the whole but rather is a symbolic representation of the weight of the Treaty. Not a single member of the council suggested a change in the wording or recommended its removal altogether despite that it places a heavy expectation of responsibility on the shoulders of those involved. But that isn’t the interesting part of the Commandment.” He clicked again and a new series of pages popped up on screen, a large red circle superimposed on a blank space in the center of them. “That was the space the Council left Landar to write his commandment. However, he chose instead to write it on a seperate piece of parchment that is kept away from non-council members under Noila lock and key. There are no other images of the document, no scholars have permission to interact with it, only a few mages associated with the Council are permitted to maintain its integrity. Rumors have it that Landar created a powerful magical failsafe in the event the Treaty was ignored but any archivist granted the honor of seeing the document deny it.” Varis stopped pacing, still tossing the egg in the air. “Questions so far?”
James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





Sleep eluded James most of the night. He woke later than most because of it, groggily coming to as the noise of people waking interrupted his uneasy sleep. He sat up, rolling the stiffness from his neck and shoulders, and struggled to his feet to stumble into the line for food and coffee. At least he still had coffee.

The lulling backnoise of the generators and people rustling in their sleep proved less of a distraction last night than the events of the day and the thoughts of its consequences eagerly filled in the gaps. Sure he’d accepted his place in the world somewhere between figuring out how much electricity he could light himself up with and testing the number of bones he could break and still walk away from but James convinced himself he was going to coast through life. His ability was practically invisible and he’d clung to his dreams of a normal life, with a large family, and his own shop. And now he’d thrown it all away and just to get a bratty girl off her feet and away from the police. At least she ended up somewhere that would take her in and care for her. The one good thing in all this.

James made his way to the same table he’d eaten at last night to eat the cereal and coffee. He watched the various Murdocks go about their mornings, enjoying the familiarity many of them had, and the uncertainty of his own future washed back over him. Not quite with the same harsh edge as last night but with a calm urgency nonetheless. He could stay here, provided they had way around his own capacities, and live with Murdocks in relative peace but the idea didn’t sit well with him. The peace and safety this place offered seemed as frail and rusted as the technology they relied upon. History never smiled on those who hide when they subscribed to the losing side. And from his understanding, the mutants weren’t willing this conflict.

James finished his meal and his coffee and shoved those thoughts away as well. Mulling it over wouldn’t do any good. He’d already decided to leave after the run. There wasn’t any reason to confuse himself further. He’d ask Erg about some other possibilities once he’d worked out the last of the stiffness in his shoulders, spending the next twenty minutes going through his pre-workout stretches routine.


Charles considered his options, completely ignoring Pablo. It was clear who the guy was, the introduction was unnecessary and anyways, the teacher just repeated it anyways. The security detail definitely opened up a few possibilities. If he did well, it would reflect well on him and the others which in turn could turn into potential string he could pull later. If he used it as an opportunity to allow whatever to happen, he could twist it against non-arms Masters and start influencing the general opinion of the school. It could also help pin point students already close to falling off the edge and then he'd just have to push, just a bit.

Charlie listened attentively, writing a note on a piece of loose leaf quickly. He folded it into a small square, edges tucked neatly into itself so it wouldn't unfold midflight, and flicked it onto Carsi's lap when the teacher looked away. He had plenty of practice doing this under his father's stern eye when he wanted to talk to his friends at formal events without his father noticing.


James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





James liked to pride himself on rolling with the punches. He thought of himself as pretty chill, adaptable, flexible. He could handle most things well in his opinion and just avoided things he didn't care for instead of making a big deal out of it. But a spike of irritation flushed through him as Erg spoke and while he was a bit startled at the reaction, he felt he was at least owe that much.

If someone doesn't voice a question, there's probably a damn reason. If they'd already cleared them as non-threats, why dive back into his head? He can't criticize them for scanning them the first time, especially after his story about New York, but going into their heads again? At that point it was just rude. But he shouldn't think that. He didn't want to cause ripples but how did he keep his thoughts shut up? He couldn't deny the uncomfortable prickles crawling over his skin. He didn't really have anything to hide but they had effectively taken his last place of privacy from him. If they mentioned they were doing it or going to do it, he probably wouldn't of cared but now he just wanted out. He'd stay long enough to repair their lighting issues, he couldn't just leave them with what passed as a light rig, but that was the extend of his involvement with them. He'd figure out what to do from there but he felt even less safe here. Up there, he could recover from a few gun shots. It wouldn't be the first time.

James took a deep breath and let himself relax. This is how they did things and it wasn’t his place to get upset about that. He had a plan somewhat and he’d just work it. For now, he needed to say something before words were put in his mouth.

“It wasn’t particularly important I know that. I didn’t ask for a reason but thanks, I guess.” James shrugged. “I should probably put together some sort of plan for the repairs so I know exactly how much we need. Let me know when it's time for us to roll tomorrow.” James stepped away from the group, taking is time to look over the wiring around the place again.


Damien nodded at Lucan's instructions as the mage let him pass into his room. He didn't know the man- vampire? Which one was more appropriate? Maybe he'd ask- long enough to get any sort of read on him but he assumed he must be tired from spooking people all night. Damien would be tired too if he had a fancy title that had him randomly boarding cars in the middle of the night. He shrugged and instead looked around the place with wide eyes.

The dorm was better than anything he'd lived in. Three parents and five siblings made for a tight living situation and although their house was pretty big, it was still cluttered and cramped and in much needed repair. This place was squeaky clean and Damien didn't know how he felt about it. It felt very show, like someone wasn't really meant to live here, and he was sorely tempted to make a bit of a mess just to make it feel more like home. Damien frowned as he looked around, finding very few things to toss around. He almost started pulling out kitchen utensils and dumping them in a cup or a big bowl or something just to break the monotony but another idea popped into his head as he grinned. He fished out his phone from his pocket and bounded out the front door, catching it just at the last second before it slammed shut. He'd forgotten the vampire man said he needed some chill time and although it was supposed to be over, the rip your fingers off threat lingered in the back of his head. He shivered a bit and turned his attention to his current task. He put his phone up and started recording himself, throwing up a peace sign.

“Yo! Damien's here all safe and sound, not counting a semi terrifying encounter with the vampire man!” He signed with his free hand as he spoke. “He needed some zzz's so I'll get something from him later. For now, let's tour the new digs! Here you see our lovely front door and more importantly…” He swung it opened, again almost slamming it but catching it with a grimace. “It doesn't scream!!” He swung it back and forth to emphasize his point.

“This is the kitchen. Papa, you'd love it but it looks fu- empty. It looks empty. Swear? No, not me.” He looked a little sheepish at the almost slip, knowing all three of his parents would bury him in a heart beat for swearing in front of his younger siblings. “Like look at this nonsense. I feel like I'm going to be evicted for trespassing! It's like none has lived here ever! I can't be the only one who thinks that.” Damien moved into the living room and spun around slowly.

“And this here is where movie night is going to happen. We should figure out some schedule to do that together! You know, after Dad manages to recover from that gremlin attack. Aren't they awful, stealing all that popcorn.” He cackled but slapped his hand over his mouth as he looked at Lucan's door. Right, sleeping. “Anyways, yeah. We can start the movie at the same time and stuff so we can still do movies or something. We'll figure that out when we get there! And here is outside but who likes outside? He did a quick walk through of the porch and moved on.

“So now let's check the room! See if it's as swanky as everything else. Let Mom and Papa see it all clean and fancy before I wreck the place.” He threw open the door gently and looked around, almost vibrating with excitement. “I get my own bed! No more bunk beds! It's so big!” He lept on it and rolled around on it. “And it feels like a cloud! This is kick as- awesome! Kick awesome!” He managed to catch his mouth but his fingers flew without much thought and he cringed inwardly. Oops, he was excited. They couldn't blame him right.

“But look at this! I have a full closet and a little desk thingy and a dresser to myself and…” he barged into the bathroom and his voice dropped to a whisper, “My own bathroom. I've never had my own bathroom. I don't have bang on the door or wake up early to get hot water. I didn't realize I could be won over so easily. Apparently, a private bathroom is my price. This. Is. AMAZING!” He couldn't keep his voice down and he jumped around and then stuck his tongue out at the camera. “Sure, I'm opening my veins everyday but hot water when I want it? I think that's worth it.” He joked to the camera.

“Well, I think that's about it. Next video will be the vampire man himself, Lucan something or other and the Knight of Darkness or something equally emo-y. He had about a million names after his and I think there was a Duke in that somewhere but the whole feeding me my fingers thing kinda knocked that out of my head but we're pals now so no need to worry!” He hastily added. Vampire or not, his parents wouldn't be bothered to hold their tongues if they thought Lucan was mistreating him. “Apparently, it was all some sort of military test thing and since I told him off, I passed? Not sure what that was about but he got kind nicer after that so…” Damien shrugged. “Well, this is Damien signing out! Catch me next time with Vampire Man: Help me pick a nickname!”

Damien stopped recording and uploaded it to the family folder, tucking it back into his pocket. The guy definitely needed a nickname. Like the Sparky Sparky Boom man. Not that but something fun like that. He'd enlist his whole family, get a few candid recordings so they could decide on how he acted when he didn't know Damien was around. After he knew the campus though. He'd have to set up perfectly.

Damien spent a little while lazily unpacking before just leaving the rest in the suitcase and plopping down on the bed. He let something play, some black list Nirvana pumping from the phone speaker. Lucan's feeding comment came roaring back as he listened and he would have to admit, he was nervous. Lucan mentioned something about needles. Did he drink through them like a straw? That sounded really fucking gross. The other option was drink directly right? Was his tongue like a mosquito's or did he actually bite? Or maybe they were like cats and they just licked at the wound? Damien chuckled at the idea. Cat vampires.

“Guess we're getting up close and personal.” Damien muttered, the weirdness if the needle straws outweighing the cat vampires. At least he had zero concept of personal space already. Damien swung his feet off the bed and grabbed his guitar, taking a moment to check the tune, and shut off the phone. He played quietly, yellow songs falling from his lips and fingers as he attempted to ground himself before he fell into a familiar spiral.

Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do, it was some time in early September.



The bell rung repeatedly, signaling the end of the freshman affinity class and human biology. Students quickly made their way out, most feeling first day nerves about making their next class and beelined for their next lecture. As it turns out, almost all of them headed in the same direction. They deviated at the same place, some turning into Vilbrek Hall and others into the opposite hall. The doors opened at the top of the room, leading down a central flight of stairs with desk on either side and ended in a large speaking platform and a series of there screens. A desk with a computer sat on the right side. Like every other classroom, the nobles had reserve seating just at the front of the platform.

In Vilbrek Hall, a coat hung over the back of the chair and a brief case lay open on the desk. Varis Sinnenodel stood on the platform, an unimpressed look on his face as he watched various students filtered in. Behind him, only the center screen displayed a title slide. Like

Treaty Law
Professor: Count Alder Noila
TA: Count Varis Sinnenodel


Each desk had a syllabus on it, printed with the usual due dates and class requirements. Those glancing through it would notice study sessions and oral arguments listed once each month with the name of a noble house after it. This house was also printed in the top left corner. Three seats sat empty in the front of the room. Varis started speaking as soon as 11:15 pm passed



“Welcome to Treaty Law, the first in a long and highly recommended academic line if for no other reason than it governs every aspect of your life now. For mages and those…” Varis paused, disapproving gaze lingering on the three turned students in the hall, “recently joining our distinguished ranks, this class will be both enlightening and disheartening. The treaty is, like it's creators, strict and unforgiving despite recent attempts at softening it's punishment, restrictions, and even it's wording. It is a testament to the bond between mage and vampire and the degree of protection each needs from the other. That being said, the Treaty is at its core merely a contract. One with wide authority and brutal consequences but a contract nonetheless. The goal of this class will to teach you it's history and provide you with the tools to read, comprehend, and interpret the Treaty's maze of jargon.” Varis paced as he spoke, pulling out a clicker and the other two screens popped to life.

“Look down at your syllabus. You'll notice a noble family's name printed on it. Each House represents a study group and each of you have been assigned to one. Others with the same name are your study partners for the rest of the semester. If you flip to the next page with your assignment dates, you will notice study sessions and oral arguments. Each study group is required to attend to one study session with me a month. Failing to attend even one of these will drop your grade by 10%. If your group cannot make the date listed for your family, contact me with at least two weeks notice or I will not reschedule it.”

“Now, oral arguments are done in class. Each month, we will discuss a major portion of the treaty and it's relevant amendments in addition to its general timeline. Each study group will have to come up with an amendment to the current law we are discussing and present it in class and open themselves to counter arguments from other groups.” Varis stopped in the middle of the stage and looked around. “While you do not need to format your ideas in the manner of your assigned House, it will earn you extra credit for the assignment. At the end of the semester, the house with the highest oral argument grade will have the option to take that grade as their final exam grade rather than take the three hour long test I have written. You will also notice that every two weeks, you'll have a three page paper to submit. Each paper's topic will be available exactly fifteen nights prior to the due date and cannot be submitted early. All assignment submission or presentation requirements can be found on the last two pages of your syllabus. And for your first paper…” he pointed the clicker at the computer and the center screen changed. “The topic for your first paper is your current knowledge of the treaty. Anything and everything, or a summary in the case of the purebloods, you currently know or have a vague notion about. Questions so far?”
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The bell rung repeatedly, signaling the end of the freshman affinity class and human biology. Students quickly made their way out, most feeling first day nerves about making their next class and beelined for their next lecture. As it turns out, almost all of them headed in the same direction. They deviated at the same place, some turning into Vilbrek Hall and others into the opposite hall. The doors opened at the top of the room, leading down a central flight of stairs with desk on either side and ended in a large speaking platform and a series of there screens. A desk with a computer sat on the right side. Like every other classroom, the nobles had reserve seating just at the front of the platform.

In Vilbrek Hall, a coat hung over the back of the chair and a brief case lay open on the desk. Varis Sinnenodel stood on the platform, an unimpressed look on his face as he watched various students filtered in. Behind him, only the center screen displayed a title slide. Like

Treaty Law
Professor: Count Alder Noila
TA: Count Varis Sinnenodel


Each desk had a syllabus on it, printed with the usual due dates and class requirements. Those glancing through it would notice study sessions and oral arguments listed once each month with the name of a noble house after it. This house was also printed in the top left corner. Three seats sat empty in the front of the room. Varis started speaking as soon as 11:15 pm passed



“Welcome to Treaty Law, the first in a long and highly recommended academic line if for no other reason than it governs every aspect of your life now. For mages and those…” Varis paused, disapproving gaze lingering on the three turned students in the hall, “recently joining our distinguished ranks, this class will be both enlightening and disheartening. The treaty is, like it's creators, strict and unforgiving despite recent attempts at softening it's punishment, restrictions, and even it's wording. It is a testament to the bond between mage and vampire and the degree of protection each needs from the other. That being said, the Treaty is at its core merely a contract. One with wide authority and brutal consequences but a contract nonetheless. The goal of this class will to teach you it's history and provide you with the tools to read, comprehend, and interpret the Treaty's maze of jargon.” Varis paced as he spoke, pulling out a clicker and the other two screens popped to life.

“Look down at your syllabus. You'll notice a noble family's name printed on it. Each House represents a study group and each of you have been assigned to one. Others with the same name are your study partners for the rest of the semester. If you flip to the next page with your assignment dates, you will notice study sessions and oral arguments. Each study group is required to attend to one study session with me a month. Failing to attend even one of these will drop your grade by 10%. If your group cannot make the date listed for your family, contact me with at least two weeks notice or I will not reschedule it.”

“Now, oral arguments are done in class. Each month, we will discuss a major portion of the treaty and it's relevant amendments in addition to its general timeline. Each study group will have to come up with an amendment to the current law we are discussing and present it in class and open themselves to counter arguments from other groups.” Varis stopped in the middle of the stage and looked around. “While you do not need to format your ideas in the manner of your assigned House, it will earn you extra credit for the assignment. At the end of the semester, the house with the highest oral argument grade will have the option to take that grade as their final exam grade rather than take the three hour long test I have written. You will also notice that every two weeks, you'll have a three page paper to submit. Each paper's topic will be available exactly fifteen nights prior to the due date and cannot be submitted early. All assignment submission or presentation requirements can be found on the last two pages of your syllabus. And for your first paper…” he pointed the clicker at the computer and the center screen changed. “The topic for your first paper is your current knowledge of the treaty. Anything and everything, or a summary in the case of the purebloods, you currently know or have a vague notion about. Questions so far?”
James Kingston




Location: The Morlock Tunnels
Skills: N/A





James was properly horrified at the story but there were a ton of questions unanswered and the biggest one was why didn't he put a gun to the rest of us under the same premise. Sure he'd found them wandering the sewers but if he was really concerned about this security issue, shouldn't he have spent some time looking into them more than just a few minutes of conversation and them bam secret hideout. Lots of trusting them at their word and that was evidently not the man's style James was tempted to bring the point of up but he guessed it wouldn't go over very well and he had repairs to do. The longer James listened to Erg, the more it seemed like he was a spite the face kind of guy.

James watched as the new girl started tearing up. He could sympathize. Being torn away from everything you knew and everyone you loved, it wasn't easy. He could feel his heartbeat in his head and his breathing started growing tighter but he he took a moment to collect himself and shove that down again. He ran through the repairs he planned to do and the parts he needed twice before he avoided those issues. Nope, not the time. Not right now. He smile apologetically to Erg.

“You're right. We shouldn't have questioned how you run things. I'm sorry for him we spoke to you.” James apologized sincerely. Although he wasn't really on board with the gun, Erg took his position seriously and he deserved the respect that came along with the the stress. “If you don't mind, I'm going to see what we can do to calm her down. We don't need a stressed super powered person. I can't imagine that'd work out for anyone.” James turned and approached the new girl carefully, keeping his appearance as friendly as possible.

“Hey, I'm James. Want to come sit down and talk about everything? I know it's a lot but having someone to vent to might help and maybe we can figure something out that way.” James suggested. “We can use that dress as a seat cover if you'd like?”
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