Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
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Location: Second Floor: Cayden and James’ Room Skills: N/A
“Even if she did see me that way, I’ve got the best catch in the Underground. She’d have to pry me away from you with a crowbar.” James said, laughing at Casper’s joke. James worried as Casper’s shoulders slumped as he looked around. It was strange Casper wasn’t qiuping back at Ben. It was odd for the first bit. Adjusting a conversation around someone you couldn’t hear or see was… an experience but now it was just part of the package. He remembered when he first met Casper. He kinda thought he was crazy. Hot but crazy. “Maybe your powers are just exhausted? They’re normally just an extension of your normal senses but manifesting him may have exhausted you.”
The mention of Polaris’ death brought a thoughtful frown on his face. “I wanted to get Veil up to speed before they ran off because of it. It’s going to cause way too many issues if we just ignore it. Sapphire, as much as I respect her skills, is volatile on a normal day. Having that much guilt eating away at her is going to turn her into a ticking time bomb.” James sighed. There was so much to dissect from the other world, so much to consider, and James was already tired. He still felt disoriented from the reality reversion, he was still struggling to come to peace with his other self, Max was doing something, Luna could reach him from wherever it seemed, and Sunshine and Jack dropped a bombshell on the group. He just wanted to not deal with it for now and he leaned on Casper.
“I’m taking a nap when the team comes back.” James decided. “Maybe if you take one too babes, you’ll get that restart you need so join me please?”
The Beast looked unimpressed at Ben’s lack of response but reached around him nonetheless, sharp claws reaching for the helpless mage. It didn’t take note of the shifting water until it was too late. The creature Lilie managed to wash up shore tumbled across the ground for a second before latching onto the Beast’s foot. The Beast howled as the creature buried rows of teeth in it’s foot and tore. Nothing came out but the Beast screamed still, tearing at the creature. But instead of dying, each piece developed into exact replicas of it.
The Beast thrashed, stumbling as it did, and tripped over its own foot, crashing down over Ben and Lilie. It’s claws drove into Lilie’s face as it tried to catch itself…
And the clearing was back. The harp hadn’t moved but no longer played for them. A jade elephant carving shone faintly in front of it with a little piece of paper. On it, Lilie would find the familiar blue writing:
“With wisdom gained, your path diverged. Respite excitement for paths abandoned lay ahead. The moon’s own travels guide you homeward bound while it’s mirror offers a lesson.”
Salem told the GM he would place the lantern once Victor has a chance to react to the scene. PM if you don’t plan a reaction post to what Salem mentioned and I’ll update here; otherwise, the section is written and will be posted as soon as the victor post comes out (unless it is on Monday which then I’ll just post it with the update).
Maddie could only attribute the Countess’ enjoyment to her lack of sight. Anyone with common sense would be equally creeped out by a faceless mannequin with words on it’s face sitting at an empty table in the middle of the forest. She was personally of the opinion that avoiding more challenges was the better idea. Maddie could clearly use the spell for an extended period of time. A higher grade wouldn’t reflect that any better. Sure, she definitely appreciated the fact that the previous challenge brought some interesting things to light. Like a secret book with her father’s dead name in it. Or the fact this wicked raven was keeping secrets and using her but that surprised her the least. Nice or not, the Noila’s were still vampires and vampires were notorious for their political games.
“Of course, Countess. It’s a blue candle that seems to have glitter in the wax.” Maddie repeated as she passed it over to the Countess, holding back a sigh. Maddie would have to keep an eye on Amaris’ dealings with the Noila’s. If she was naive enough to miss the connection to whatever dealings she has with them, it was likely she hadn’t noticed whatever the danger the riddle was warning her of. Even if they hadn’t had a good relationship, Maddie would have had to intervene. Her vampire’s well being was her own after all.
Time: 3:51 - Exam Staging Grounds
“Cydril?” Ryner asked, her tone even but barely bothering to hide her skepticism. Her eyes darted past Eris, where a few royal guards were standing and watching Eris’ interactions carefully. “The only individual I know by that name is a legend long past, burnt at the stake in front of every noble centuries ago by the Queen’s hand.” Ryner dismissed Eris’ comment with a wave of her hand but she did soften her look sympathetically. “I know the challenges were strenuous but as a vampire and pillar of this society, you mustn't let your imagination run wild. However if it would put your mind at ease, I’ll have some time shortly after sunset tomorrow to talk through it. I’ll make sure my secretary expects you.” She put her hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture but the grip on it was with the barely restrained strength of a centuries old vampire. She breezed past to greet another pair that was exiting the forest but her warning was clear.
Meanwhile…
Varis didn’t bother acknowledging the boy as he approached the car, ducking in without a word and snapping at the driver to get moving. The driver pulled away barely a second after the boy shut the door and Varis seethed the entire way back to the noble dorms. The night had been humiliating. He was disgusting, his gloves were destroyed, the boy tried to kill him, and Ryner had laughed at the entire situation. It was utterly disrespectful and nothing could make the night worse short of a call from his Lady. Varis tapped his foot impatiently against the car floor as he stared holes into the driver through the rearview mirror.
It felt like an eternity but eventually they stopped in front of the dorm and Varis swept out of the car and up the path like a hurricane, his anger radiating off him in waves. Once they were inside, Varis turned to the boy. “Clean yourself up. Don’t bother getting dressed yet either. I expect you waiting at the end of your bed by the time I’m ready.” Varis snapped before he disappeared into his room, not bothering to unbutton his clothes and instead just shredding them until they were just tatters on the floor. The boy would dispose of these and whatever he wore that night; burning them would be an excellent catharsis.
Varis stumbled into the bathroom, eyes shut until he fumbled his way through covering the mirror. The sound of the shower coming alive put him a little more at ease and he stepped in immediately, scrubbing as hard as he could at the dirt and grime that covered him. The night had been a nightmare and he was ready to let it go for the rest of his existence but first, he had to use it as a lesson for the boy. His performance was far below his expectations, unsurprisingly, but Varis had expected his physical performance to be at least just subpar not dreadful. Clearly, he’d let the boy handle his own schedule for long enough. He was slacking on his training and that was unacceptable. He’d fix that quickly enough.
“Of course, sir.” Arty said quickly, shifting on his feet as he watched everyone file out. He beamed at Mary when she said her goodbyes, sending her a not so discrete thumbs up as she filed out, and turned his improved mood on Georgina when she said she'd wait for him, happy she was feeling better than before. He watched the others―And by others he meant the downers not in their soon to be named study group.―leave as well until it was only him and his brother left behind. When Apollo mentioned the train incident, Arty gave a loud sigh of relief and threw his arm around Apollo.
“I already told him I had something!’ Arty whined dramatically despite his relief. Scurrying around his brother’s back wasn’t something he had any interest in doing. In fact, he didn’t want to be scurrying around anyone’s back. “I just didn’t want you to feel weird watching someone hand your memories over, you know?” Or a repeat of what happened on the train. Arty tried to keep his tone light and joking, keeping up the annoying brother act, but he was really worried that hearing about his memories would lead to a repeat and Arty wasn’t sure he would be able to make it through round 2. He was amazed he made it through a round 1 without incident. The flash of the blade ran through his mind and he shuddered.
“Anyways Professor, here you go! One bona fide Harrington memory!” Arty pulled the bottled memory with a flourish and placed it on his desk. “Do you know what the…” His eyes darted to Apollo for a brief second before returning to Dumbledore, “Word I mentioned means?”
Dumbledore picked up the memory and inspected it, as if he could determine its contents by the naked eye. "Yes, Mr. Harrington," he answered, looking a little troubled. "There have been rumors of a dark witch stylizing herself as the Chimera... But enough of that for now. You are both young wizards and ought to at least try to enjoy your first night back. I hear the house elves have prepared quite a feast for us tonight."
“Yeah,we’ll do just that!” Arty replied quickly, ready to drop that subject. He really didn’t want to consider why a knife belonging to a dark witch was seen stabbing him in the chest. “Thank you, Professor! We’ll see you at the feast!” Arty dragged his brother out of the office and shut the door behind them, intent on completely ignoring that for now. He didn’t need the night to get any worse. “Okay, you go on to Ravenclaw. I need to get this looked at and then I’ll be down to eat.” His stomach rumbled and Arty gave a pitiful groan. “Hopefully, it doesn’t take too long.
Location: Second Floor: Cayden and James’ Room Skills: N/A
“I think it was unintentional? Luna seemed as surprised as I was. She did say the last time she did it was because she nearly died.” James explained to Casper and Cayden. “But that was with her father. Why would she…” Speaking the thoughts out loud must have made something click because suddenly, he very clearly remembered what she thought would be her last request. James shivered at how easily she accepted it, how terrifying brushing against death felt, how empty everything felt. James never really paid attention to just how much motion and energy there was in everyday life but after what happened with Luna, it made him notice it everywhere. His hand went up to the back of Casper’s head, absently running his fingers through his hair as he considered the question.
“The others we were with suggested the Princess rewrote reality so mutants could be happy and in her mind, that meant twisting all of the prejudice and hatred onto the nonmutants. The world wasn’t kind to them, wasn’t kind to anyone who would have stood against Magneto unless they took our memories.” James added. He felt the panic seep up again as he spoke, the issues that distracted him no longer demanding his immediate attention. “It was awful. I’m glad to be home.” And away from everything he did and stood for but he didn’t mention that. He didn’t need more people to know what awful things Sapphire and he both did over there. Didn’t need them to know the creative skill set he’d acquired during his time with the Red Guard. Didn’t need them to know he was going to trade all of the lives in a city just to make it easier to catch the Hulk.
“Ben’s missing? That’s strange.” James frowned at it but shrugged. “Maybe he’s off hiding in another room because he doesn;t want to talk to anyone about setting Sunshine off.”
The Beast nodded along in agreement, not stopping in his lumbering steps to the sleeping girl. This time only his claws elongated as he drew nearer to her. “How bookish, little bloodsucker. For all your years, wisdom clearly is beyond your scope. It's a wonder your plaything sleeps so soundly.” It’s laughter rumbled across the island. The Beast stopped barely inches away from Ben. "Your move, leach."
The paper lantern pulled off the tree with as much resistance as an apple plucked from the boughs. Following the line of stones to the right led to a path through the woods that seemed frequently travelled. The path led to a pit twenty feet deep and smooth on all sides except for the small natural ramp that led down to the center. A single wooden post, just large enough to fit the lantern on top, stood in the center.
On closer inspection, footsteps could be seen in the dirt around the post and cracks and divots in walls of the pit that seemed out of place. The wall across from the post shone with a blue message:
“Ahead a challenge, a puzzle, a fight. Which you find is what you chose but no matter what, find the ” The rest of the riddle was missing. Just a single word but someone had carved a chunk of the earth out where the word should be. There didn't seem to be any bits scattered around either.
“Of course, Countess. It was just a little water.” Maddie’s voice was even and pleasant as she’d been trained to keep it but inside she couldn’t help the dread bubble in her stomach. She had been trapped in a box with water rising every second and Ari was having fun? Maddie wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to face a pool or a tub of water for a little while after this and the Countess was enjoying herself. Removing the concern of drowning really allowed the Countess to take a different perspective on this because Maddie wasn’t experiencing anything close to fun. She left locked in a leaking box at the bottom of an ocean firmly in the not fun column.
But the Countess wanted to continue and Maddie’s grades encouraged that approach so Maddie guided her over the stream and past the statue, giving it a wide berth. “I hope this next challenge is far less stressful that the last. I’m not sure I could handle another round of confinement again.” Maddie admitted. Hopefully, thus next one was a simple puzzle or even a complex one as long as she could move. The cold outside was barely anything compared to the water but a shiver rolled down her spine that she wasn;t certain she could attribute to the weather.
The path was simple and easy, a welcome reprieve after their last encounter. She didn’t notice any writings in odd places and followed them even if they seemed to deviate her from the actual path. It was slow going for a moment as Maddie carefully maneuvered Amaris through the undergrowth but it was worth it when they stepped into a circle of softly glowing lanterns. She let her spell fall with a relieved sigh. The pressure behind her eyes was growing and she was already looking forward to getting out of this mess.
The clearing itself was rather small, barely larger than her room at the dorms. Sft yellow lights hung from trees over a small curved table with two simple stools in front of it. On the other end, a faceless mannequin stood with what looked like a set of playing cards in its hands. Maddie looked around for any sign of instructions but sighed and cast the Dark Eyes spell again, wincing a little. The tell tale blue lit up across the mannequin’s face.
“Fame and fortune, wonder and glory, at the table all bespoken. But fates are fickle and luck so willful, can you find that which they claimed, given to you in an earlier game? Unless you fear you two to one at which a simple left lets you find the sun.”
“I think… I think the challenge is gambling.” Maddie said after painting the scene for the Countess and explaining the riddle she found on the… creepy mannequin. Whoever thought putting a mannequin in the woods was a good idea clearly didn’t understand horror stories. “But I’m not sure what this thing they gave us in an earlier game was unless it was that token the Serpent left us.”
Time: 3:46 - Exam Staging Grounds
“You’d find yourself hard pressed to find a vampire of my age who didn’t hold a special regard for illusion magic but no, I don’t hold any such sentiments for them. I’m far more partial to charms.” Ryner laughed quietly.
“Charming, I’m sure.” Varis spoke calmly, forcing his irritation down long enough to have a civil conversation in public. Once he got her behind closed doors however… “On a more pertinent note, I believe these should suffice to guarantee full marks despite our mages failing to discover any more challenges after this.” Varis pulled out the onyx eyes and deposited them in Ryner’s hand. Her confusion turned to disapproval quickly.
“I fail to see how vandalism and destruction of school property count as a reason to give you full marks despite your completion rate, or lack thereof.” Ryner said dryly.
“Technically, each one of those represents a number of full coins equal to the number of students here. I doubt you didn’t consider the unlikely fact that every student pair had a possibility of stumbling across it so I’m sure there are more than enough coins to complete our grades.” Varis explained, holding up a hand when Ryner tried to speak. She narrowed her eyes at him. “It will also go a long way towards convincing me not to bring you in front of the Council for attempted assault, subversion of the Treaty, and willful ignorance of Council authority but perhaps those are better left to private discussion?” Varis counted each charge against her on his fingers but kept a sharp eye out for anyone trying to eavesdrop. Meanwhile, the Ryner’s’ face went blank and a tense silence settled between them. It took a few moments of consideration but eventually, a predatory smile crossed her face.
“An interesting interpretation of tonight’s events. You’ll have our meeting time in the mail tomorrow night. Have a pleasant morning, Count.” Ryner dismissed him with a fake cheeriness. Varis bowed properly to her and made his way to the cars, where he expected the boy to be. Ryner focused her attention on Eris.
“My apologies for the unpleasantness. I expected the Count to have some objections.” Ryner gave him a calculating look. “Were there any issues you wished to discuss or did your time in the test fair better?”
Location: First Floor: Entranceway -> Cayden and James' room Skills: N/A
The connection dropped and James was just confused. Unsettled as well of course but that was a given; he didn’t like people invading his head in the first place and much less so when he’d barely had time to process all the issues associated with the other world. What happened that she’d made a connection unconsciously? Not to mention the physical distance. He’d assumed she wouldn’t be able to contact him this far away. Apparently he was wrong. They definitely needed to talk when she came back. He’d add it to the list of things to break down about later.
It took him a few seconds of staring at Cayden for him to realize Cayden spoke. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “I think so. A little confused but yeah, I should be fine.” James offered him a reassuring smile. “I’ll just be glad when we see everyone get back from this issue with Max and the innocent in one piece.” James fervently hoped everything would go fine. He didn’t need another emergency on their hands with everything that had been going on. He should have pulled Casper into a room, locked the door, and pretended it was just them for a bit rather than deal with everything all at once. And speaking of Casper…
James laughed at Casper’s comments and went to respond only for the urgency of Casper’s revelation to hit him full force. Jack was Sunshine’s… In all the chaos, James had completely forgotten about the time traveling incident. To be fair, he’d been rather skeptical of the whole affair and it had been shortly before the mess with the Morlocks and the attack on the original Underground headquarters so it just slipped his mind. “Oh that’s bad. I made a promise not to tell but I’m going to recommend we put some distance between us and the training room.” James said grimly. This could either go two ways: Sunshine accepts the fact he had to return to his own time or she violently rejects it. James had a sneaking suspicion the latter was more likely but hopefully Jack could prevent anything terrible from happening. James wrapped his arm around Casper’s waist almost unconsciously before steering them upstairs towards James and Cayden’s room, gesturing for Cayden to follow. He wanted that area as clear as possible.
“And Luna just made contact. I’m a little conflicted about that. On one hand, a gross violation of privacy. I hate it when people poke around inside my head.” James grumbled. “On the other hand, apparently the last time she did that, she was dying so I’m a little concerned things aren’t going too well up there. But that’s probably not something I can clear up until they come back. How are you feeling, babes? It looked like it took a lot of work back there.”
‘Aw, bugger.’ Arty thought glumly, still snickering as one managed to get his brother. He really would have liked dropping those classes. He wasn’t going to pass those O.W.L.S. anyways. Even with his friend’s help, he could barely make adequate marks in History of Magic and Astronomy because they were just so boring. How anyone managed to keep their heads on straight in those classes blew his mind but to each their own he supposed. He’d drop care of magical creatures though. Muggle Studies was way too easy for him to want to give up and even if he wasn’t sure about something, he’d just send a letter back home. Why stick to dusty old books while you had living, breathing muggle parents who could just look stuff up for you? Easy peasy!
“Oh no, sir. That definitely won’t be necessary!” Arty stammered out at the suggestion of being obliviated. Not only did he definitely not want that, the twins bounced between each other’s heads often enough that he’d just ;earn about it again, find out he was obliviated, and have to get obliviated again and again and again. That would be a horrible experience. Plus, Apollo would probably feel bad and offer to leave and that would make Arty feel terrible and it would just be more problematic than not. “Of course I’ll join, Professor! Gotta keep Apollo out of trouble when I can, right?” He teased, nudging his twin.
The vial in his pocket weighed heavily as he preened under the praise Dumbledore gave him, him and Professor Sprout apparently. It made him feel good being recognized by the Professors. However, he needed to get Dumbledore alone for a moment to give him the memory. He shuddered at the memory of watching himself dying and chewed his lip. Arty reached out, brushing against Dumbledore’s mind. He couldn’t get anything from it but he didn’t need to.
‘Sorry for the intrusion! I don’t want to upset Apollo again but I need to give you something privately please.’ Arty sent quickly. ‘Something about Chimera from the Death Eater on the train.’ Arty felt awful going behind everyone’s back but the sooner it was in his hands the better. And if he could do it without Apollo figuring out he had a complete meltdown on the train, Arty would suffer the guilt that was chewing away at his heart a hundred times over. He just hoped he could keep it secret; Arty wasn’t naive enough to think he could keep anything he was feeling under wraps.
Location: Outside -> First Floor: Entranceway Skills: N/A
James let Sunshine go with a wave but he decided to sit outside for a while. It was cold but he didn’t let it bother him; the snow was pleasant to watch and it made the world look wonderful again. After the incident with Sunshine and Max in the comic shop, the world seemed so hectic, so dangerous and dark. They saved who they could, hide those they couldn’t, tried to keep some semblance of normalcy for their team. James felt oddly pensive as he watched the snow fall, an alien feeling in his chest. Worry and frustration boiled up and then was gone, just a hollow in his chest. James hadn’t quite felt anything like it before, at least not in this reality, and he frowned. Contemplating the beauty of snow wasn’t his thing. He wouldn’t even have noticed something like that.
He shook his head, feeling a little more normal as he shoved that thought out of his head, and jogged back inside. Sunshine probably still felt terrible but at least it was controlled. He couldn’t ask for anything more than that, much less do anything about it. Identifying issues was one thing; solving them a whole other deal. James could patch up someone’s body but the mind was a whole other mess and frankly, one he didn’t want to try and figure out. He didn’t need anyone trying to turn that on him after all.
James paused in the entranceway, originally planning on heading to the dinning room for food before figuring out what he missed in the past week. Something felt… off. Like a sudden pressure against his mind. As quick as it came, it disappeared and instead Luna spoke in his head. James looked around, poking his head into the training room and then into the dinning room trying to find them.
“Luna, what are you doing?” James responded, concerned. He felt his skin crawl at the sudden invasion and he actively attempted to push down any stray thoughts even as worry bubbled up. “Is everything okay?”
Arty drowned out the rest of the chatter in the carriage, focusing entirely on the voices booming in his head. He cradled his arm carefully so the jostling of the carriage wouldn’t irritate the injury any further as he slowly unwound the various things bouncing around behind his eyes. Voice by voice, he shoved them out. It was a slow, draining process. Arty had always struggled getting this back under control but once he had it, normally he was okay. He let out a sigh of relief as the last voice quieted down and it was just him in his own head. He slumped against his brother just as the carriage came to a stop and he filled out with the rest of the group.
He stayed quiet as they headed into the castle. He felt drained and honestly, just wanted to see Madam Pomfrey and head to bed. He was so excited to lead the first years but now he just hoped Penny would handle it on her own tonight. He was glad Georgina hadn’t ignored them for the carriage ride and he sent her a weary smile and a wave with his good hand. He patted his pockets and sighed again. He left all his candy in his luggage with his robes and he wouldn’t get his stuff until he got to the dorms.
Arty was expecting questions about the train ride, detention for what everyone did, or something but being invited into a secretary society by Dumbledore of all wizards hadn’t even been in the realm of possibility. It was interesting but he was nervous. He didn’t mind most of these people but one person stood out. Paige Atwell, Death Eater born and bred. He shifted away from her a little. He didn’t necessarily have any experiences with her but the others seemed to think poorly of her and he was inclined to trust his friend’s judgement. And as a muggleborn, anyone with close ties to Death Eaters made him nervous.
But Dumbledore thought she was a good pick. He chewed nervously on some candy, juggling the handful of licorice snap he’d excitedly snatched up at the offer. He wasn’t one to turn down good candy. It would just be rude. He hummed appreciatively at the taste but silently agreed with Mary.
“I’d totally join if I didn’t have a ton on my plate too, Professor. If it’s considered a class, maybe we could swap it out with another one?” Arty asked hopefully, giving his best puppy dog eyes. “Maybe one of our current electives or like, maybe even… Astronomy or History of Magic?” Arty would absolutely not mention they were his least favorite classes and thus also, his worst grades. If he could swap out for something interesting, maybe it’d make up for the terrible first day.
“Fuck no, little bloodsucker.” The beast grinned as Ben stood his ground and took the hits. It took a few steps back, still tense and wary, and cocked it’s head. It seemed to consider him for a moment and started shifting back. “What is might, little bloodsucker?” The beast finished turning back into its smaller form, shook its head, and lumbered towards Lilie.
Will update you guys separately once the lantern has been picked!
Maddie chewed her lip nervously. She’d been trained against assuming control over anything. It was always her family’s job or her future husband’s and, more recently, her vampire’s. The only thing she wanted control over was her magic. The Countess permitted her control over her own life and Maddie seriously doubted the Countess would deny her anything that wasn’t dangerous to either of them. Which means at the same time, the Countess probably wouldn’t abandon her. She was a Marivaldi and a good person all around.
This was difficult. She was almost tempted to pick one at random but she swallowed her nerves and went with her gut.
“The lie is Only a fool believes the vampires won’t abandon thee.” Maddie spoke uncertainty. Nothing happened for a moment and terror crept through MAddie. She messed it up, she fucked up when they needed to pass, Amaris was going to be so disappoin―
The water boiled and bubbled. The Serpent cackled somewhere in the distance. A current tugged at Maddie. The faint light disappeared. Maddie felt like she couldn’t breath, like she was suffocating, drawing, dying…
She gasped as she sat up. Amaris and Maddie were laying on the ground next to the little brooke and the Serpent towered over them. The bell was nowhere to be seen but between the pair in the grass was a blue candle that seemed speckled with glitter. The faint cackling could be heard until it finally gave into the night breeze.
Maddie stood and reached down to Amaris, who would have lost her sight again, helping the Countess up while looking around for clues. She recited the dark eyes spell, a hint of tension in the bridge of her nose, and noticed another message on a tree.
“Forward finds interesting tales, of glory and gold and gambles, while left reclaims the passing time far more swiftly than the other.”
“Seems like we can choose another challenge or head the other way to get past it.” Maddie suggested. The air was still cool and she was glad they hadn’t reappeared wet. She shivered, the memory of being trapped in a filling box still terrifying.. “But before that, are you okay Ari? That was… certainly intense.”
Time: 3:41 - Exam Staging Grounds
Varis demanded to be carried again, not at all interested in stumbling his way through the forest. He’d have the boy let him down before they broke the treeline but until then, it gave him some time to think. The boy in the skull had mentioned a lot of things that left him confused. Yvaine was certainly a name he would have remembered and he’d barely been involved in the Marivaldi job. Even if he had a large role in the Lord’s death, Varis certainly didn’t feel any guilt about crippling the second weakest family further. In his opinion, the entire family reflected poorly on vampire kind. He certainly wouldn’t be upset to see them all wiped out.
However, the illusion brought up a far more important issue that he’d taken for granted. The boy’s affinity might become a problem in the future and while he was decently convinced the world would have to end before the boy turned against him, the tiniest seed of doubt had been planted. Ryner’s plan would leave him vulnerable to such a thing and now Varis was reconsidering after having his ear sliced in half. Varis was silent and pensive the entire way back, considering his options.
The path back was easy and straightforward enough with two mages on the lookout. As expected, Varis demanded to be put down as soon as the treeline was visible to the mages. He clutched Aaron’s arm tightly again and tried not to stumble. As soon as the vampires crossed the forest edge, their vision returned and they’d see the clearing they originally set up at.
A mage that had been waiting made a short hand signal and Ryner walked briskly down the way, her face kept into a serene smile even as her eyes sparkled with laughter as she looked over Varis who kept his expression politely neutral even as he vibrated with fury. She stopped in front of the four and her smile turned far more genuine.
“Welcome back, Count Varis, Mr. Samael. I see your mages returned you in one piece.” Ryner greeted them. “Congratulations Aaron, Max. You passed your first practical exam. Head over to the tent to turn in any challenge tokens you’ve received and then we have cars to take you back to your dorm. Class tomorrow has been cancelled for first years so you may have a day to recuperate so please take the rest of the evening to relax.”
Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.
Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hiya, AChronum here! Although I'm relatively new to rping, I have plenty of writing experience and love trying new genres and styles. I absolutely love high magic fantasy RPs and am pretty much willing to do anything so long as I can create a charaxter, not play an existing one, and develop lots and lots of backstory! I'm perfectly comfortable with all mature themes as well, although smut for smut's sake is out of the question.<br><br>Interested in an RP? Send me a PM and have a magically marvelous day! </div>
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