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Danni accepted Amélie gratefully, laughing as she scolded him for abandoning her with gruff little huffs mixed with concern coos at the tear tracks on his cheeks. “Aw, bb. Were ya worried? I’m sorry. I ‘ad ta get outta t’ere ‘cause it was real spooked, ya know? And Bennie Boi was all worked up too si I ‘ad ta get ‘im outta t’ere ot’erwise we woulda ‘ad soooooooo many bugs everywhere. Like, my fire but buggies instead and no one but Bennie boi woulda been down.” Danni explained in a kiddie voice while Percy gotta all bundled up by his boyfriend. He beamed up at Percy as he spoke with him, reassuring him he still wanted to hang. “You bot’ gotta promise we can all ‘angout! Just ‘cause y’all wanna be lovey dovey doesn’t mean ya get ta kick me ta t’e curb!” Danni waved them off, blowing a kiss at the pair, before turning his attention back to his sister.
“Rillieeeeeeeeeee! Nice walls back t’ere! Get it, ice walls, nice walls?” Danni giggled to himself, situating Amélie back in her little wrap and giving her a kiss on the head, before pushing himself to his feet and wiping off the last of his tears. He slung an arm around April’s shoulders and then screamed, leaping as far as he could away. His fire flared out reflexively and he flailed as he barely caught himself at the edge of the roof. “OMG! Gurl. Gurl. That’s… that’s so cold. Pls. Plssssssssss drop t’at. It’s soooo cold. ‘Ow am I supposed ta shower ya in infection wit’ t’at fit?! Fits are suppose ta be fire, not ice!!!!” Danni whined as he bounced back to April.
“I wanna go to tuuuubin’. Can we do tuuuubin’? It’ll be fuuuun. Do you t’ink t’ey ‘ave a two seater? I can give us a little boost and we can see ‘ow fast we gooooooooo!”
Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground Skills: N/A Outfit: Outfit
Aster finished the food on his plate neatly, laying his fork across it and dabbing away any potential mess from his mouth with their crude paper napkins. He decided not to engage with Dobbs’s clear and obvious lack of style and flair as the man walked out. “Yes, thank you for pointing that out, Em. Please add 6 pints of muphy's oil soap, 3 pints of janitor in a drum, 3 bottles of Ajax, cleaning towels, two new brooms and dustpans, two new mops and two mop buckets with three mop heads not just two, and the last two weeks newspapers. That should get us started nicely, if our favorite errand boy can get us the name brand. Generic just won't cut it for a problem this difficult.” Aster drank down his drinks and considered Zeke's question, flipping open the compact he kept on himself and taking the time to appreciate how even after crying, he still looked so good. How others went through their days, Aster would never know - how could they not be crushed by how pretty he was?
“We have a decent supply to start with. I'd say we focus on the cabin we're sleeping in and then we can come do this as Dobbs makes the other cabins livable. We'll have to share some supplies so I think you hit the higher spaces and I'll start on beds and frames and then we can tackle windows, walls, and floors together.” Aster snapped the compact shut, tucking it away and picking up his dishes. “Marco, lovely as always. Zeke, don't enjoy his cooking too long; otherwise, you may have to nap instead of working and I won't permit your food coma to interfere with our task. And those of you braving the wilds, please do not bring a bear back to camp. I will scream and a startled bear is a violent bear.” Aster dropped his dishes off at the kitchen, grabbed the cleaning supplies he'd salvaged, and popped his head back into the dining area.
“Em, mark me down this evening. I doubt I won't need a nightcap to feel someone settled about the bugs in this place.” Aster called before heading out towards the cabin.
Prof. Gray - Chaos and Wild Magic Advisees: Jake, Cassie
Mor will send a collab starter
Prof. Gwynn - Illusions and Enchantments 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 why 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.”
Prof. Ravoux - Healing and Necromancy 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 you 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 do 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.”
Professor Varn Croan 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.
Professor Mikkail Genesis Advisees: Callighan, Willow
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]
“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!”
Professor Sariel Marino 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.
Nicholas left Callaghan to play damage control, vanishing into the crowd while the rest of the coven played emotional support animal or whatever children needed these days just to brush their teeth. He'd often contemplated if the loss of the hardships of old was partly to blame - food was easy enough to get these days and even easier to steal with less consequences (no one was losing a finger or a hand for a loaf of bread), shelter simple enough to take with as much sat empty, and water poured easy from every place with restroom. Wild animals rarely tried to tear you limb from limb, hunting and foraging was a thing of the distant past, and disease a temporary inconvenience. The people of this era, children concerned with how their coven treats them and if their books are made of human flesh and screaming at all hours of the day, would not last a day 400 years ago.
“Do you wish to reconvene prior to our meeting or shall I meet you there?” Nicholas sent his brother, already planning to vanish away into the green house after. The lingering irritation with Mikkail and his covenmates followed the message.
”Feel free. I am in the courtyard having a bit of a smoke after a very stressful outing with my so-called ‘Coven’.” Barty took another long drag of his cigarette, closing his eyes as he let the smoke billow into his lungs, the heat warming the back of his throat like a fireplace, before finally letting the smoke softly escape through barely opened lips along a deep sigh.
A smoke sounded like exactly what he needed, an annoying buzz in his veins the nicotine would chase away, and he turned at the next corner to make his way outside. His brother was relaxing against the wall, cigarette between his fingers, and Nicholas wove between the other students, pulling out his pipe and packing in tobacco. He light a match and warmed the pack before puffing gently to open the flavors, settling in next to Barty against the wall as his lungs filled and he held the smoke for a beat longer than normal before releasing it in a long, steady exhale.
“The dragon is looking to add witch hunt artifacts to his collection. Gathered his little protégé, a diviner, and a first hand source to his group to make it easier. Nicholas grumbled.
Barty raised his eyebrow. Now that was certainly an interesting new spin to the year. The old dragon never seemed particularly harmless, only ever caring for the knowledge and not the execution of it it seemed, but still if he was to gather these items and become a threat…They would have to keep a close eye on him moving forward. ”The sentimental old bat has seemed to have gotten himself entangled with what has been deemed a cursed statue. Some old friend of his he owes a favour to, but it doesn't look like a curse, only acts like one. What's more the bird head spent the whole time writing notes and that Jake was about as useful as dulled saw.”
“Simply a side effect of hunger. Varn's grown lazy; a buffet of students at his disposal and the entirety of New Orleans. The vampire fad in the early 2000s certainly made feeding easier for them.” Nicholas shrugged, further cementing his certainty that modern day was too soft. “Connie's rigidity remains fixed as ever, it seems, and… Jake seems almost new. He found me in the greenhouse this morning, strangely upset about what happened last night. His face presents a dangerous weakness for me. I do not know if it is wise for me to be alone with him.” Nicholas admitted, annoyed at the softness he'd shown the man earlier in the day.
Barty shot his brother a cold and jealous glare from the side. Taking in another long drag as he spoke. ”According to him he may as well be new. Born yesterday he says. His mind certainly shows it.” He held the hit in, exhaling through his nose before snuffing the cigarette with his fingers and tossing it to the cobblestone floor. ”Care to see what this ‘Advisor’ has for us?”
“Just because his face is dangerous, does not mean he is more important than you, Bartholomew. I offered you that so you could help keep me from blindness - my conviction in him is not yet solidified and I would appreciate my brother keeping my back safe in the event my suspicions are correct and I am foolishly taken with sentiment.” Nicholas offered back, an apologetic touch on the shoulder. While Barty may be kind enough to dispose of his smoke, Nicholas savored his pipes and whoever his advisor was would need to adjust. He knew where to meet them but hadn't bothered to read who it was. “I suppose, if we must.” Nicholas sighed, a puff of smoke following.
Nicholas regretted attending this school. He ought to have insisted they escape this forsaken place because this garish display was even worse than Mikkail's office and he squinted in the brightness. He took a puff on his pipe and exhaled slowly, letting the smoke curl from his nose and relishing the burn left in its wake. At least it was more grounding than… whatever this insane excuse of an office was. Nicholas refused to sit in anything, ready to wrap them both in his magic and bolt.
“All grown up? You have seen barely a twentieth of the years we have and now, we are all grown up?” Nicholas scoffed. “If at all possible, I would prefer we maintain a minimalist relationship: I only contact you when desperate and you only contact me when required by your position.”
”Wild to think that this isn't the danger room. This place has so much vibrant puke it may as well serve as a danger to my eyes, No I'm not stepping foot in here. We can discuss from the doorway.” Barty leaned against the wooden frame of the door, refusing to even walk in before finally deciding that if he was going to interact with this person he would desperately need a drink. He pulled out his flask and took a swig from it, letting the Scotch do its work.
Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground Skills: N/A Outfit: Outfit
Aster offered Demi a curled lip and a roll of the eyes. “I'm as fond as men in tight outfits competing as the next gay, but I certainly do not want to be overseeing those. Sweat and grease and dirt? No thank you. Terrible for my skin. I'd be a god of beauty, wisdom, confidence even. I even have some experience already.” Aster gestured at Zeke and Demi. “But yes, general cleaning will be under my purview I suppose. The canones, kayaks, or whatever else they have they have packed away and noted about as well.”
Aster pointed his fork at Dobbs, swallowing before he continued. “When do you need a list? Do I have time to clean and check the boathouse and then get you the list or do you need the list before I start everything?” Aster frowned for a moment. “Do we even have paper and writing supplies? I'll take some after we finish breakfast, should be easy enough for the chemicals. Do we have trash grabbers? What are the chances you'll let us get engraved brooms and dust pans? Or at least a label maker. That way we can be organized about this too.” Aster took another bite and gave a content hum at the taste.
Danni could feel his chest constructing, his breaths coming shorter and shorter as Percy sat there curled up in Dorian's arms. He'd spilled his guts out, with Chase coming right behind him, said everything he could think of about the situation and he felt himself shaking like a leaf. Percy acted like he'd betrayed him and if Percy was hurt, did that mean they weren't friends? Did it mean he'd give back his gifts? Did it mean he'd go back to being Dorian's boyfriend only, instead of Danni's friends? Danni had lost relationships; it'd been scary and upsetting sure, but he'd moved on pretty quickly, but friendship break ups? Danni couldn't stop a sob from breaking out just at the thought of any of his friends leaving him. Danni didn't know what hurt meant or how to move past that; any time he'd had an issue, they'd fixed it immediately and Danni didn't know when they could fix it. He didn't like not being able to fix it.
He'd thought them meeting would fix it.
Milli-illi-illi-pede was brilliant and smart and so right. They definitely needed a whole chill out session, lots of cuddles piles with all of Excelsior and then some with just the sibs and then some with the whole family, Danni to beg Spicy not to hate him sessions, maybe a very, very, very long spa session, a whole three hour massage, and then maybe they could come back together. Danni just didn't see any other way that anyone could vibe out after this level of stress. This was world ending stuff, like supervillian level of stress, and Danni needed a whole week to unwind now.
“Wait, Spi-” The words died in Danni's throat, waiting to ask if they were okay, ask what hurt meant, ask when they could fix it, but the walls. Towering, icy things that crushed everyone together almost shoulder to shoulders with no room to breath, not room to stretch, no room to dance and Danni felt himself freeze for a moment. He was surrounded by people, not glass. He was surrounded by the carnival, not a game. He wouldn't wake up in that glass again, he wouldn't catch fire, he wouldn't burn everyone alive, he wouldn't burn everyone alive, he wouldn't…
The walls. Although his mind was drowning, his body wasn't. Nemo had put them face to face with situations that made them freeze up, that nearly killed them, that should have broken them but instead got him moving even when he was terrified because there was someone in worse condition that him. Ben, panicking, was suffering more. He knew it'd be just a bit up before he was free, that he would rocket into the endless expanse and breath again but Ben was trapped, so small and tiny and reeling with everything happening here. He was moving before he realized it and he saw Chase turn to his boyfriend but if he didn't solve this with Perxy, Danni couldn't fix things with Percy.
“I got ‘im. Work it out wit’ Spicy!” Danni choked out to Chase and he was next to Ben, snatching him up and launching them both into the sky, single minded going as high as he could until he stopped with the whole carnival spread out beneath them.
“Omg, Dee t'ank you so much!!! I didn't wanna get t'e boyf on fire for a second semester in a ro-” Danni was in the middle of a relieved sigh when Percy suddenly broke out into tears and Danni panicked. So he talked, so afraid that Percy would go back to being genuinely mean and withdrawn rather than his bestie. “Okay, Spicy, listen ta me, we weren't gunna ‘ave t'is ‘appen now ‘cause t'is is your birthday and you ‘ad a tough carnival time last year and we wanted ta try ta give ya t'e real experience you deserve and t'en it ended up like t'is so listen for just a second and like you can be spicy wit’ me after but I promise its a good t'in’? Cause like t'en ya can get a little closing or somwt'in’ like t'at, ya know? So Ben, Bennie Boi, Buggie Ben, Bed Bug I t'ink is one too - I almost crashed inta ‘im at t'e contest at some point and t'en I kidnapped ‘im at a grocery store when I was shoppin’ for t'e show and t'en we were just textin’ a while lot cause why not and t'sn ‘e blew me off when I made plans wit’ ‘im ta cook floor ‘ik and ‘an'out since ‘e's new ta t'e country and just fun ta chill wit’ and turns out ‘e blew me off ta ‘an'out wit’ Chase in t'is whooooole long road trip round Cali and t'e parks but I didn't know it was Chase for a ‘ot second. Actually, ‘ow long did it take ya ta start datin’ ‘im, Bennie boi? Ide but it was a couple o’ days and t'en I gotta a photo and I was like Sauna Boy?! cause at t'e party Chase danced wit’ me and we made plans ta go ta a sauna toget’er but t'en ‘e blew me off!” Danni whirled around and shook his finger at the pair of them.
“Now t'at I t'ink ‘bout it, ya bot’ blew me off! Separately! T'e ‘eck?! Well, ya did avoid goin’ ta a sauna so I didn't get upsetti but still, don't do t'at again!” Danni turned back to Percy as he continued. “So I know t'is kid as sauna boy, t'en you tell me ‘bout ‘ow you confessed ta Chase and t'en ‘e started shovin’ ya inta lockers and trash cans and bein’ a total villian, so t'en I found out t'at t'at same Chase was datin’ Ben so o’ course I'm like whoaaaaaaa ‘old t'e old ‘orsies ‘ere right? So I slid inta ‘is DMs and was like my guy, wtf? You're out wit’ t'is guy but ya dragged Spixy t'rough t'e mud? T'ey're bot’ t'e same person, but like not. T'ey're bot’ a smol and a cute and kinda lonely and t'at makes ya immediately wanna protect so ya gotta get some explainin’ goin’ ‘ere ‘cause t'is is one big o’ red flag, ya know? Sooooo Chase is talki’ ‘bout internizle ‘omophonia and t'en ‘e's explaini’ ‘bout gettin’ therapy ta be better ‘cause ‘e doesn't wanna be t'at person and I was like o perf! Like, obvibt'at doesn't fix anyt'in’ and ya still gotta like clear t'e air wit’ Spicy and maybe catch some ‘ands from Andy and Leah - actually probably catch some ‘ands from Andy, def - and t'en you can like, figure out ‘ow ta be part of t'e group. ‘E wants ta be better 100% but t'at obvi rests on ‘ow ‘e's gunna fix stuff wit’ you.”
“And I promise I wasn't just gunna… shove it in ya face. U was gunna sit ya down and ‘ave a whole convo leadin’ up ta it and we were gunna relax, ‘ave a spa day, and t'en I was gunna brin’ it up and let ya get Spicy and stuff and t'en see if ya wanted ta give Chase a chance ta ‘pologize for being a bully and give ya a little piece o’ mind ‘cause it def is still ‘urtin’ ya real bad and I just want ya ta feel better! You told me ‘bout t'is stuff and t'en I found t'e guy and I was like “I get new friend and I ‘elp my best friend! Double win!”
Amongst the concerns of the covens, of the curiosities uncovered, of the eclectic and ancient magics, the gong struck once more and the stillness that offered these pockets in the academy their moments of contemplation shattered like glass. Students seemed to pour from every corner, life suddenly filling the empty corridors and quiet spaces all at once, and in the hustle and bustle, the covens were released from their duties as they had yet another to attend -
It was time to meet their advisors. —
Prof. Gray - Chaos and Wild Magic Advisees: Jake, Cassie
Arcane glyphs and sigils traced deep blue walls in gold and bronze, candles and lanterns floating in constellation patterns near the ceiling cast warm light down on the room, and deep blue, red, and gold rugs tastefully covered the marble floor. Red plush couches with blue and gold throw pillows were arranged around a gathering of warm wood coffee tables, each stacked high with books and tomes that sometimes rearranged themselves when no one was looking. Bookshelf on bookshelf lined the walls, containing books and artifacts and the occasional fossil of the weird and weirder, and various urns and ceramic jugs were cramped under every available space. Several throw blankets covered the few individual chairs in the room and piles of candles seemed placed in every corner, burning without melting the wax.
In the center of all the chaos were two desks, two pens, each labelled for their respective audience.
I am writing about homework this year. I’m sorry to tell you I’m on vacation because I’ve been planning a nice visit for my dear husband all year — a vacation you probably can’t imagine. But that doesn’t mean I can’t teach. Below, you’ll find a file of your daily habits, mental, physical, and emotional reactions to managing your emotions during stressful times. With these exercises and the mantras in your file, I can track your progress and answer all your questions. If you need immediate assistance, contact Pixie. She is an old friend of mine; we went to high school together.
Prof. Grey
I am writig this letter in response to this year's course materials. I would very much like to be there and witness the success of the other Chaos witches, but unfortunately I am on extended leave this year, having dedicated the entire year to planning and organizing a fantastic vacation for my beloved husband, something you probably wouldn't understand. But that doesnt mean I wont be teaching you. At the end of this letter you will find a folder containing daily spells, exercises for the mind, body, and soup, and important exercises for controlling your emotions in stressful situations. With these tasks and the magic pen in your folder, Madam Bellafontaine, I will be following your progress and answering any questions you may have. If you need further asistance immediately, you can contact Pixie. She is an old friend of mine and we studied together in the past.
Prof. Grey
Prof. Gwynn - Illusions and Enchantments Advisees: Nicky, Barty, Finley + Dysphoria
Meggan Gwynn was hardly ever called by her legal name and she was referred to even less as Prof. Gwynn, even among her students. No, instead she was known simply as Pixie, half-mutant, half-fae, full time and active member of the X-Men, model, ex-girlfriend of Nico Minoru, op of Illyana Rasputina, and professor of illusions and enchantments at Strange Academy. Her preference as a teacher was hands-on, active problem solving. For instance, students were rarely welcomed into her office, instead ushered into a mystical danger room she had collaborated with Prof. Gray on.
But Agatha had told her that she didn’t have time to give her students a near death experience today, that the point of this was for them to meet their advisors and ask if they had any questions, blah blah blah - to be honest, Pixie had tuned her out after the first few sentences, instead thinking about everything she was missing on her Snikt feed at the moment, as her phone didn’t work outside of the AV club’s wifi cafe. Not even Limbo was this much of a wifi dead zone. She would have sent a quick message spell off to Max to complain, but he was out of range. Boo.
She was two students, despite being the advisor for three - Finley Darling was co-advised by Croan and would be meeting with him for this session. The other two she wasn’t incredibly thrilled about. They reminded her of her father. But at the same time, she was an X-Man - and that meant believing that people could change for the better.
“Hey guys!! Come on in, come on in - anyone peckish? I’ve got some crisps set out, and I’m making tea if you’d like any,” Pixie offered. Her office was at the top of a tower, the stone leading up to it a romantic soft pink. The main space was gaudy and tacky, pink furs dangling from the stone ceiling, the silver stones reminiscent of a disco ball glued to the walls, and pink furniture in the style of a retro dinner booth, curling into a semi-circle. A bright chandelier provided the majority of the lighting, continuing to bathe the space in a pink glow, and a spiraling staircase led further up in the tower, presumably to Pixie’s living quarters. She fluttered around, getting everything just into place, before facing her students with a beaming smile.
“Wow, I can’t believe it - the coven system, yay! You’ve all grown up so fast!” she gushed. “Today is just an informal hang - we can just vibe, I can answer any questions you all have, we can have some snacks, maybe film some things to post on Snikt later, and call it a day. Sound good?” she preened.
Prof. Ravoux - Healing and Necromancy Advisee: Connie
This year, Zéphyrine had only been allotted a single student from the coven system. But as luck would have it, her sole mentee was one of the most talented young witches she had had the good fortune to meet, in this century and any other. Connie was co-advised with Prof. Marino, but she knew her pupil would be coming to see her before too long.
Prof. Ravoux taught a variety of courses at Strange Academy, having resided in this swamp since long before the Sorcerer Supreme had even been able to mutter an incantation. And while her specialty was in brewing potions and herbs, creating tinctures and salves to push the balance of the scales of life and death, she also instructed students on innate transformations, having cursed herself with lycanthropy almost a lifetime ago.
Her office was on the grounds of the school, more of a hut, a small wooden cottage, than the traditional space the other professors preferred. It was surrounded by overgrowth, with a small pond near its base - the water coming from the very swamp Zéphyrine had called her home for so long, its mud having properties she still described as miraculous, forming the basis of most of her salves. Its exterior was decorated with bells, feathers, knots, and other such charms, and the occasional white chalk sigil, painstakingly refreshed each full moon. Muddied boots were left outside, along with torn clothing in need of mending, and empty jars, faded labels only hinting at what they once would have contained.
“Come in, mon amour,” Zéphyrine called out, as Connie approached. “‘Elp me wit’ t’ese, will you?” she instructed, not bothering to glance over her shoulder. When her student stepped over the threshold, a cleansing bell would be disturbed by the opening of the door, removing any negativity or ill-intent that could be brought into the swamp witch’s sanctum. The interior of the cottage was no less messy than its exterior - hundreds of bottles crammed onto rickety, wooden shelves, containing specimens and samples, potions and antidotes, salves and herbs - and a thousand other wonderful things. Books were open on every available surface, their pages muddied and dirtied, notes scrawled into the margins in Zéphyrine’s own short hand. It was her living space in addition to her office, yet rather than have any discernable bed, a pile of blankets and rags and clothing was strewn in one corner, more of a nest than anything else, covered with the thick, brown hair of a dog.
She wore a series of torn skirts, loose blouses, and tattered shawls, her hair a wild, tangled mess of curls - and despite the nature of her work, today was no different, as she set about skinning a rabbit. She nodded towards Connie, indicating for her to join her in the task, as another one sat there unattended. “Leave t’e foot as it is - we’ll make a c’arm for you out of it. T’ere’s a bad wind in the air.”
Professor Varn Croan Advisees: Annika, Finley
Croan’s office offered little variation from what people would expect. A stunning floor to ceiling wall of windows with a small set opening as a door for Croan’s late night escapades. A heavy wooden desk, flanked by bookshelves and tall gothic candelabras that burned with smokeless light, was framed perfectly in the and a set of black leather chairs faced it. Two statues, towering representations of Italian art from centuries ago, watched the room with a dedicated glint that spoke volumes of their care.
Croan sat behind his desk, one hand at his temple to hopefully curb the ache his coven and their theatrics offered him. The Macleod was annoying but useful, the Winnel slow but gifted, and the last one… It was a rare night he felt his vampiric nature so dreadfully tested. It’d been some time since his last hunt, let alone feeding. He would slake his thirst this evening however, the return of the students certainly assured him of that. The… thing steeped in wild magic exhausted him to no end and Croan knew it would take far more than the normal amount to keep his vampire from tearing Jake’s throat out. However, these thoughts turned towards the present and true as the doors opened and his advisees arrived.
“Good afternoon. Mx. Darling and Dysphoria, you will also fall under the jurisdiction of Ms. Gwynn so please feel free to address her with any questions you may have as well. You may consider me as a resource for your development of blood magic.” Croan informed the duo, direct and to the point. His attention turned to Annika next. “And as for you, Ms. Hawthorne, I shall be a resource in your advancement of shadow magic. Should either of you find your skills faltering in your advancement of your coven’s responsibility, I am available during most afternoons for a brief conversation. How did your first evaluations go? You are both in the same coven, yes?”
Professor Mikkail Genesis Advisees: Callighan, Willow
Despite knowing their way to Mikkail’s sitting room, they had been instructed that morning via letter to instead meet their advisor at the observatory - a specialized tower at the edge of the forest that shimmered a faint blue during the day but displayed a gorgeous aurora around it at night. It was nearly 1,000 stairs in total, long and curling along the inside of the building with a wickedly painful drop down the center. There was evidence of a railing once but it had either crumbled away or collapsed out of poor maintenance. However, the door at the top permitted entrance into one of the most magical places in the school: a room that would offer you a full look at the night sky around you from any point in time and any point in space. It was a gorgeous thing, a magical artifact uncovered ages ago from a place between time itself and Mikkail loved it dearly.
The professor arrived shortly after his coven diligently pursued their quarry with single minded focus. He’d felt a pang of homesickness for a place he’d not seen in nearly a thousand years. The sky of his home filled the observatory, gaseous colors of purple and red and white curling in the sky and constellations consumed by time and consigned to memory for all eternity winked at him. He ached to soar in the heavy skies once more, ached to feel the blistering vapors across his scales and sing in unison with his weyr. Those days were long gone and the pain of memory long since faded into a dull ache, but still he yearned for something he would never see again. It shrouded him like a cloak, even as his advisees entered the room, and his smile was tinged with yearning and his eyes clouded in nostalgia.
“Now, it has only been but a matter of moments my friends.” Mikkail laughed as he crossed the room, clasping both their hands tightly for a moment. “So I do not expect you to need another introduction, though should you be interested I can certainly put on an entertaining act. We should have a typewriter for you in your room shortly, my dear Willow, so please be at ease and rely on your friends a little longer. I know it may be odd that I am both your mentor and coven head but I certainly could not relinquish my favorite student and I believe that no one else can quite help you like I can, Willow. So, while I am your coven head, my capacity as your mentor is more to guide you in your development of your magical craft, help make sense of the mysteries and concerns that magic brings, in any which way I may.”
Professor Sariel Marino Advisees: Rohan, Franklin
Unlike with Finley and Annika, Sariel snatched both Rohan and Franklin by the ear before they could escape. “Since you two are with me in both coven and mentee, then you may as well come to my office upstairs now. We’ll get this knocked out and you can be on your way to wrestle with your friend, drink, or make drama however you’d care to while I am not there. Come along, we won’t have all day!” Sariel released them before leading them back out of the endlessly convoluted mess that kept the entrance to the Neverish protected.
On the second story, a door tucked away in a far corner could have easily been overseen as a broom closet. However, as Sariel inserted a key and her magic flowed through it, gears in the wall shuddered to life and the clinking and grinding noise echoed down the hallway. The door clicked open moments later and warm afternoon light and bird song floated out. Inside the left wall was all glass, overlooking the forest below, and a long table crafted from a lightning struck tree dominated the center. Twelve chairs sat around it and the walls were covered in gorgeous mountain sceneries from across the globe. Each one was oil on canvas and different music played softly from each one.
“Welcome to my home away from home. A little break from the madness.” Sariel waved at the table, indicating for them to take a seat. At the far end was a small drink cart, Sariel pouring herself a glass of bourbon. “In the meantime, would either of you care for a drink? I understand that you may not quite qualify for these; however, you are to experience the wonders and horrors of dimensional magics and I feel that itself deserves a kinder touch. With that being said…” Sariel pushed the drink cart over, a glass and bronze affair, and settled at the head of the table.
“Here, we are to discuss your projects and efforts pertaining to your magical development. Yes, the coven challenges are there to offer you an obstacle and a goal all in one; however, developing the talents and skills required will demand efforts outside the challenge. So, what thoughts, questions, concerns, or any other pressing matters would you care to discuss?”
Danni watched his brother, distracted as he was. Dee was a little out of it this morning at breakfast, getting ready, much quieter than normal as Danni and April screamed and hollered across the house, chased after each other and the pets, clung to their parents, and all around made nuisances of themselves. Danni considered his options out here – Dee wouldn’t open up unless he was made to and he would be very… upsetti if Danni pried while everyone was around so there really was only one option. It was a little nuclear, but he couldn’t phase into Dorian’s body and give him a little space to work it out like Dee could so he’d do the next best thing: annoy the bejeezes out of him Danni stuck his finger in his mouth and got it really wet before striking. There was nothing like a wet willie to break the funk out of someone! At least if Dee was mad at him, he could always cry whine his way back into his good mood.
Unfortunately, Danni missed as Dee shifted with the arrival of Percy and it hit his shirt instead. “Omg Spicy! You’re ‘ere! Did ya see my text? It seems like a lotta people didn’t but I am gunna be nice and not cry about it! I am much more mature and reasonable now.” Danni insisted, only sniffling a little as he wiped the rest of his spit on Dorian’s shirt. He took in Percy critically, hand on his chin as he pondered, taking a sip of hot chocolate, offering some to Amelie, and then sipping at it again. He nodded his approval. “You did so great! I love t’is fit, Spciy! Omg, I’mma cry; I’m so proud! Danni could feel the affectionate little bubbles so he pulled out a handkerchief, embroidered with his initals finally, and pinched both of Percy’s cheecks as he continued to fuss and coo over his clothes. He only stopped when almost a literal lightbulb popped over his head.
“Ooooooh, yeah. Rillie t’anks for remindin’ me! I also got presents for ya! T’e green box wit’ t’e leaves is anot’er outfit, but it’s a good spring-summer one. Ya might want ta put like, a black shirt underneat’. It’s got a little bit of mesh so if you aren’t feelin’ super comfy, you can layer like a black at’letic shirt underneat’!” Danni pulled it out of his bag, plopping it in Percy’s hands. “And t’en t’e black one wit’ t’e red stripes is a new swimsuit! It’s a full bodysuit style, black wit’ t’e red stripes on t’e sides, sups stylish and shouuuld be comfy for ya. It does stop like bicep and upper t’igh levels t’ough, but Dee’ll love ti for sure!” Danni plopped the second box on top of the first.
“And t’en loooook at t’is!” Danni raised his shirt and showed off his naval piercing. “ I actually went and did it! Pops said I can’t get anyt’in’ custom or like a new piece for t’ree mont’s ‘cause ‘e wants ta make sure I actually like it but like I keep tellin’ Pops its not just a phaaase. And ‘onestly, it looks real good so I want more. I t’ink next is my ears and t’en maybe my nose? Tongue? Idk, ‘aven’t decided yet but I’m def gunna rock it! We me t’ese real nice people and I only cried a little! You should come wit’! I saw ‘ow you were t’inkin’ ‘bout piercin’ when I brought it uuuup!” Danni sang at the end, giving Percy a wink before whirling to Leah.
Danni gasped at the absolute violence Leah unleashed. “Omg, you missed us?! I missed you too!!!!!” Danni sobbed out and threw himself at Leah, wrapping her up in a hug and careful only to grab onto clothing. “I know we ‘ung out kinda recent, but like I need ta find ya a phone you can use so we can stay in touuuuch! ‘ow am I supposed ta bot’er you wit’ all my love and affection if I can’t reaaaach you whenever I want! I mean, I could get Papa ta port me ta you, but t’at might get him a little upsetti spaghetti if I just use ‘im for transport all t’e time or like, a faster snail mail t’in, ya know? And I finally get ta see t’e sword!!! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme. I wanna ‘old it since ya wouln’t brin’ it ta our ‘an’out!” Danni tried to reach for the sword, but he couldn’t reach around Leah and grab the sword at the same time so he took a step back and made grabby hands in her direction.
And then the world went dark, a voice popped up out of nowhere, and Danni panicked. The bubbles from earlier hadn’t fully settled, people coming in and getting him excited over and over again, and the sudden, drastic spook was too much. “AHHHHHH!” Danni screamed, the bubble bursting as he did and he could suddenly see fire all over him. Amelie had climbed out of her sling, using his shoulder as a balancing point and wings spread out, hissing and growling furiously at Chase and puffed herself up even as the fire licked at her belly and up her legs. . “ Omg, omg, someone put me out! Omg, no take Amelie and t’en put me out! I can’t do t’is again! Spicy, stay away! T’ese clothes aren’t wort’ burnin’! Rillie, Beaaanie, ‘eeeeeeeeelp!” Danni flailed about, starting to lift off, then running around like a chicken with his head cut off in an attempt to get away from Percy.
Location: Camp Lava Lake Campground Skills: N/A Outfit: Outfit
By the time Marco rang the breakfast bell, Aster had put himself back together. It was fine, this was fine, he was fine (well, better the fine. Perfect really), and even this stupid little camp was fine. Aster helped bring food out and got the table laid out, doing his best to set it nicely with the quality of supplies, and waited for the rest to swarm. Aster cut himself a piece of quiche and a piece of bacon joined, toast and milk alongside it. He settled in at the table, quite content to ignore the ramblings at the table when allegorical came up and the black cat thought it amusing to scare the table.
“Perhaps it's a more pleasant way to go than Dobb's killer. At least you may enjoy it.” Aster rolled his eyes at Demi's antics, alert cutting into the quiche and savoring it in small bites, an appreciative sigh between each. Aster had certainly enjoyed better breakfasts, but it was nice to have something warm and pleasant to break up the hardships he'd experienced so far. “I told Marco, but I will be overseeing water sports during this trial we are experiencing. And Zeke, I found proper cleaning supplies in the kitchen so I'll get things in decent shape right after this. It won't be comfortable, but at least we won't die of malaria or some other gods forsaken disease.”
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