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3 yrs ago
Current Lets change this status for once. Still always down for potter stories, but branching out! Started a new year with a new writing journey. Should be interesting.
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6 yrs ago
I'm sort of an addict for Harry Potter. If you ever want to do an RP... I will be down almost 99% of the time. :D
8 yrs ago
RIP Alan Rickman, best actor for the best character.
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As the bell sounded to indicate the end of lunch Lucan stood and glanced to his partner. "I will meet you in the arena after my bout, until then I'm going to go and enjoy a quiet stroll. I'm sure Aaron will be willing to stay with you." He inclined his head once again and then walked off. It was a tradition for him at this point, before any fight he liked to take the time to loosen himself up and mentally prepare himself and since the girl Athena seemed to be decent with martial skills he wanted to be ready for anything.

He took the long way to the Arena, enjoying the gentle breeze from the ocean air. It was a rather nice night and he found himself going over his various techniques and cadences while humming one of the songs he composed. As he arrived he could feel the air change around him and he gave a predatory grin to himself, this was home. This building was his temple of worship, the sand his prayer beads, and the sound of steel his hymns.

He was also expected as he approached the lower levels which would lead to the preparation rooms for students wishing to fight. An attendant welcomed him to the Arena and started his long-winded spiel before Lucan politely informed him that he was no stranger to the rules or the Arena itself. The man simply shrugged and pointed to the gate which would open and let the vampire into the arena. "Good luck." Lucan smirked to himself and nodded, good luck indeed.

After several minutes of waiting the gates opened, and Lucan knelt at the floor to pick up a bit of sand, which he poured over his hands, shaking them off right after and then walked out of the gate and into the arena floor.

The arena was calm as Lucan stepped inside. He walked slowly, taking it all in once again. He had seen the place before of course when he worked at the Academy, but every time he returned, he took the time to appreciate the beauty and craftsmanship. Raised stands surrounded the field and two doorways allowed Duelists to enter and prepare. Between the arena and stands was a dome shaped barrier that shined brightly, a precaution put in place to ensure spectators werenโ€™t hurt by any stray spells when mages fought. A stand full of weapons sat right beside each door which let the fighters prepare while the arena master, a mage by the name of Dracion stood in the center, waiting to dull the blades of the fighters with his magic.

Gravel crunched under Lucโ€™s feet as he stepped further inside, the gravel going all the way around the arena in a circle which would signify out of bounds should anyone happen to get that pushed back. The air was cool and thick with anticipation, as if the room itself knew that a fight was about to begin.

The freshman class, this their first time entering the arena, were shown around the stands and were given advice on which locations had the best views of the carnage. A few upperclassmen stood at the barrierโ€™s beginning to explain what it was for and how it was created, the impressive feat using the magic of every professor and student who added power to it annually to create what is easily the strongest living barrier spell in existence. The fact that existing seniors also left a part of the their power inside so that every aspect was present and the dome was a part of the long history of the Academy.

Back on the field, Luc ignored the weapon rack as he stepped forward out of the gravel, his rapier and gauche already ready and waiting. As such, he simply strode to the middle, flicking out a handkerchief to dust his coat off. He seemed bored, yet also extremely confident. He nodded to Dracion respectfully and removed both of his weapons for the man to dull, replacing the knife right after while keeping his weapon of choice out and ready.

His opponent, the current Arena Guild President, Athena came a bit slower having picked up two twin scimitars from the weapon rack. She too carried herself confidently and seemed more than ready to put Luc into the dust. As her weapons were dulled she inclined her head to Luc who promptly ignored it and instead continued to wipe dust off himself and his weapons. It was a lost cause as the Arena floor was just to dirty and with a sigh the vampire simply replaced his kerchief and stared right ahead, his eyes briefly going to the mass of freshman watching and waiting for the fighting to begin.

With a reminder to keep the fight clean, and with no breaking of the rules Dracion backed away until he was standing a respectable distance out of the way. As soon as he was at that distance he raised a hand and yelled out. โ€œBegin when ready!โ€

Lucan stretched his arm out and walked in a circle with his eyes closed and senses in overdrive taking in this place of his worship and when they opened the violet had turned to a much darker and sinister color, the color of midnight, the very interior glowing almost like a star, shining from the soft light. Athena for her part did not back down, her own eyes going darker and a feral smile plastered itself onto her face. The two began circling each other, each one staring and preparing for the first movement.

In his mind, Luc began counting as if he were playing some instrument, and the music pounding inside his ears allowed him to keep a steady rhythm and pace should he require a fast change. Clink, clink, slash! And the first strikes were sent, a quick and simple set from Athena with both scimitars. Luc had parried both blades and then moved his head to the right side lazily as one scimitar slash came towards his face. Clink, clink, slash! The return from Luc with the same tempo and style Athena used, the sophomore parrying with either blade and then copying the same head movement to avoid Lucโ€™s quick slash.

The opening movements were simple attacks meant to test an opponent and how they would respond but by mimicking each other neither gave away any information. A small hesitation as the two vampires stared at each other and then. Clink, clink, clink, clink. And the fighting began fully. The double scimitar attack forced Luc back three paces, before an amazing parry and feint gave the momentum back to the Bordeleaux who forced Athena back the exact same amount of paces. Back and forth it went for the next twenty seconds each one gaining and losing ground, Luc through a combination of feints and ripostes and Athena through her double strikes that didnโ€™t seem to penetrate the defense Lucan had prepared.

It was apparent both vampires were enjoying themselves with the fight and having firm competition as Athenaโ€™s smile was less feral and more impressed while Lucan had just the ghost of a smile which was everything if one knew him. After a particularly impressive block and riposte Athena chuckled a bit. โ€œAh, youโ€™re using Santiagoโ€™s first defense against me eh?โ€ Luc inclined his head respectfully after parrying a scimitar slash and shrugged.

โ€œI found it quite fitting, considering the open terrain yes.โ€ The vampire shook his head in amusement and the clinking sounds of blades meeting drowned out the voices as each vampire showed off a mastery of the blade.

โ€œNaturally, youโ€™ll expect me to attack with Nero?โ€ Came Athenaโ€™s reply as she did just that, attacking and expecting a quick hit with the changing style. It pushed Lucan back five paces but no attack landed and Luc simply changed styles as well and utterly countered her.

โ€œNaturally, but Iโ€™ve found Valroux cancels out Nero, wouldnโ€™t you agree?โ€ And the Bordeleaux would continue parrying each and every attack from either scimitar, the clinking once more drowning out the voices as the rapierโ€™s insanely fast speed sent the woman back seven paces. Suddenly Athena changed styles again and the push back was instant, Luc forced to give up twelve paces as rapid fire stikes rained upon him.

โ€œUnless one has studied their Boucher, which I have.โ€ The smile was growing on Athenaโ€™s face as she continued to force Lucan back. The edge of the ring was approaching fast. Clink, clink, clink, clink, slash, clink, slash!

โ€œYouโ€™re quite amazing Athena, truly marvelous.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve practiced quite hard to become so.โ€ The gravel ring signifying the out of bounds got closer and closer until Lucan trapped one Scimitar with his rapier and stopped the womanโ€™s other hand with his own. โ€œWait, why are you smiling?โ€ Lucan just let out a soft chuckle and spoke with a soft tenor.

โ€œBecause I know something you donโ€™t.โ€ The woman just laughed out loud and inclined her head.

โ€œAnd what would that be?โ€ Luc suddenly untrapped her scimitar and used her own momentum to push her backwards where he then changed weapon hands to his right and slashed the air a few times.

โ€œThat Iโ€™m right handed.โ€ He let that sink in before launching into an elegant stance utilizing rapid fire lunges and a controlled willow like dodging pattern. His attacks caught Athena by surprise and she was pushed back, the fight having taken a turn and the lost ground Luc had given up was regained within ten seconds and both fighters were back to the center of the room.

Luc began changing styles after every five seconds. First he would attack with the Thibault. Athena blocks it. Then another attack with the Valroux. Athena loses a pace and backs away. Then another attack with the Mantovani. And his opponent loses one of her scimitars. Luc would stick to Mantovaniโ€™s and its pure focus on feinting. Clink, clink, clink, clink, slice. Luc cuts off a lock of Athenaโ€™s hair and the woman seems furious. Clink, clink, clink, slash, slice. Athena is pushed back eleven paces. The edge of the room is now quickly approaching for her. Clink, lunge! With no time to parry Athena is forced to drop her blade and jump to the right.

With mirth, Luc kicked the blade back to her and shrug. โ€œAt least you gave it your all Madam President, no shame in losing to a superior swordsman.โ€ That got the intended effect and Athena launched herself at the male. Slash, slash, slash, clink, slash. The intensity of Athenaโ€™s attacks were worth nothing and it made her sloppy which allowed Luc to simply dodge every attack, parry one, and then slice off another lump of hair. โ€œNow now, getting mad wonโ€™t help. In fact I think that was worse than my four year old brothers strikes.โ€ Murder entered the womanโ€™s eyes and once again she launched herself at Lucan. Slash, slash, slash, slash, clink, clink, stab! With inhuman reflexes each and every slice of the scimitar was dodged and then parried once, twice, and instead of a parry, a quick riposte lunge caught Athena and her right sleeve was cut off entirely.

โ€œDear me, I apologize but it was a rather disastrous wardrobe already, perhaps I did you a favor?โ€ The taunting was clearly getting to the President who screamed and charged like a wild animal. The slashing was wild and wide, easily parried and Luc continued playing with his food until with every attack Athena was screaming. Then something changed, Luc began attacking instead of defending. Lunge, lunge, slash, clink, clink, slash. The other sleeve of Athenaโ€™s garb was cut off but her feral rage caused her to simply continue to slash wildly, but despite the ferocity the woman lost ground and tempo of the fight. The ferocity of Lucanโ€™s attack soon proved to be to much for Athena to handle and with a feinting strike normal eyes couldnโ€™t track Lucan had her blade pushed to the side and he rolled to the ground, swinging his legs and taking the womanโ€™s feet out from under her and sending her crashing to the ground. Within an instant Lucโ€™s blade was at her throat and she glared daggers before just shaking her head and simmering down which tends to happen rather quickly with the point of a rapier threatening to end your life.

Upon her defeat Lucan gave her a single nod in thanks for the bout and then offered her his hand, which she took. Luc helped her up and even patted some of the dust from her back and the two bowed to each other simultaneously. With the fight over Lucan turned back to the gate from which he entered and walked out of his place of worship.


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As Lucan moved to enjoy his solitude, lost amongst the darkness of the Hall he was called back to the Councilor's table. With a forced smile and incline of his head he slowly but surely returned to the table and titled his head in curiosity on what they required of him.

"Apologies for taking more of your time but I see you signed up for the Arena Guild, but that needs to be done at the table right over there." The Councilor pointed out a table that seemed quite busy and Luc had to utilize his training not to roll his eyes. Instead he removed his handkerchief from his right front pocket and dusted some invisible dust from his jacket. He simply smiled and nodded to the Councilor and turned to head over to the table indicated.

As he moved his eyes caught sight of the nobility already beginning to congregate together and Luc felt his eyes rolling internally once more, of course they would already begin scheming. Probably already set up some sort of council on which to exert their will on the rest of the Freshman class. He purposefully avoided eye contact as he moved past them and instead greeted some of the other purebloods who of course wished to greet someone from a family such as the Bordeleaux's. They might not be nobility but the Bordeleaux's boasted the strongest and best trained military of any other vampiric territory and were famous as personal guards for the Noila family.

"Look, it's the Knight of the Evening. What in the name of the council is he doing here?" Came a soft whisper to Lucan's right and he forced himself not to glance over, or to even acknowledge that he heard the rumor mill already begin turning. He had considered on not even wearing such a blatant statement of who he was with his outfit, but in the end decided that he wasn't ashamed of himself or his family so why hide it.

He reached the sign-up table and was surprised to see those in line seemed a bit star struck, forgetting all manners and staring. Luc simply ignored them, waiting patiently for his turn to write down his interest and when it finally came he browsed the sections and for experience simply put his name and shrugged. The girl sitting at the table seemed to scoff at that and frowned at Lucan. "So you think that your name is enough for me to judge your worth?" Luc could hear the testiness in her voice and assumed that she was one of the officers of the guild.

"Considering what family I'm from I assumed that one who understands dueling would know exactly my experience based on such. If that's not enough I will be happy to elaborate but I may need another sheet." He tilted his head as he finished, almost questioningly and a few of the vampires behind him chuckled softly to themselves. Luc saw the girls eyes flashed and took a moment to memorize the name on her nametag. "Athena." He added as an afterthought.

"How about instead I challenge you myself to see what you've got. If you're good enough perhaps we'll see what we can do with you, make sure you sign up for the mage test as well 'Bordeleaux'." Luc simply nodded at her words and shrugged before turning and walking away from the table. His eyes browsed the crowd and as he saw the noble party growing decided to happily ignore that scene. He hated the political scene, was good at it but hated it immensely. He instead walked towards the back once more, hearing a sword clash which indicated that he had a message. Luc allowed a very faint ghost of a smirk to form on his face which was almost instantly replaced with stoicism again.

> You sneaky bastard! You never told me you'd be here too! Luc read the message a few times and gave a sigh, of course Aaron had found out before he could find the blond. Luc let his fingers flow over the keyboard of his phone and sent a quick reply.

> I wasn't truly given a choice, like most things. But the question is how exactly do you know I'm here? As he hit send he found he was close to the back of the room with the embraced and once again he let his eyes scan over the two younger vampires from earlier that he had observed when he first entered the building. They would at least be better company than the nobility and would keep any purebloods from attempting to gain favor with him as well. With a second of hesitation Luc found himself slowly approaching the two and tilted his head when his phone clang once more.

> Because look who I'm talking to! XD The picture that followed had Luc speechless for a moment before he recognized his partner, Salem Spellman kissing Aaron's cheek. Of course, this was exactly something that would happen and he found himself not even surprised. He simply shrugged and typed in an answer.

> Oh, I see you've found my partner. How fortuitous, and you already appear close. Less that I have to do in the long run. With that Luc looked up to find that the two embraced had seemed to disappear. The Bordeleaux was only stunned for a moment before his eyes spotted them headed back to the councilors. Of course they would venture into the thick of things now that Luc was looking to get away. He briefly considered just returning to the shadows and wait but he would have to mingle at some point, might as well get things started.

He slowly made it was back into the throng of vampires, the embraced and purebloods now mingling as everyone started talking about schedules and extra curricular activities. Luc found himself almost pushed into the noble circle and gave the vampire that ran into him a glare that would scare the dead before pushed past them and behind the two embraced males he was going to approach before. "One would think that someone just dumped blood all over the floor to drink the way everyone is acting." He tilted his head and raised one eyebrow while then inclining his head in respect to the two dark haired embraced vampires. "Lucan Bordeleaux, a pleasure to make your acquaintances."
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"Lucan, ahem. Lucan, wake up. We've almost arrived, I would imagine you'd like a few moments to prepare." The voice came from the front of the luxury SUV and Lucan Bordeleaux reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed.

"Hastings, I promise I respect and admire you but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to stab you at the moment." A soft chuckle came from the front and Lucan slowly pulled himself up out of the seat bed he had made and stretched his arms out. The sun was beginning to go down and a glance at the clock showed the time was exactly seven o'clock in the evening. "How was the drive, I didn't snore did I?" A small joke between comrades and Hastings, the Vampire driving rolled his eyes and glanced back.

"Like the dead Luc. So, how exactly did you manage an invitation to a place like this? I know you, you're not the type for this school. Besides you hate the pureblood and noble interactions." The words rang true and Lucan could only nod and tilt his head. Lucan was great at politics, and could hold his own with the best in diplomatic situations but Hastings was right in that the young pureblood hated it. It was tedious, and frustrating talking around a subject for upwards of fifteen minutes to finally figure out someone's take on an issue. But, it was his duty and Lucan was nothing if not dutiful.

He stared into the sunless window and then responded. "I may hate it but the Academy is a great opportunity to help me grow and become an even better Vampire. And an even better Dusk." He spoke quietly at the end even though he didn't need to, Hastings was one of Lucan's best friends and one of his father's best friends as well, he was like an Uncle to the younger Vampire and Lucan felt much closer to him than his own father which was understandable considering who Lucan's father was. Hastings was one of the few people that Luc allowed to get in close and only because the man was a fellow soldier, someone who understood and was always reading Luc better than any diplomat or court member ever could. "Besides, I get to meet 'my' Mage. I'm sure that will be very interesting."

The two talked for the remainder of the ride which by all accounts was short and sweet. Upon arriving, the sun had finally surrendered to the darkness and two Academy Security Guard walked towards the SUV. Lucan hopped out before anyone could touch his door and moved to the back of the vehicle to get his belongings out. The guards seemed a bit confused but when Lucan came around to greet them they both broke out into smiles and chuckled a bit. "Luc, is that you? I was told we were going to have a few late arrivals but never would I have imagined it would be you." Lucan smirked and inclined his head respectfully at the two, whom he knew quite well from his time working security at the Academy prior.

"Morning Leander, Callum. I'm err, I'm attending this year as a student." He took out his invitation and passed it to Callum who seemed more than surprised. The Vampire took it and browsed the handwriting and nodded when he saw the Princess's signed name.

"Well, all seems to be in order. Seems a bit surprising considering where you went after this post but hey, who am I to argue with the Princess." Lucan just nodded as if he knew exactly what the man was talking about and let his fingers tap on his luggage. "Oh, you can leave that here with us, we'll get someone to take it to your dorm. Also, I'm supposed to give you this envelope, has the name of the Mage you'll be paired with and also instruction to the Orientation location. It's in Mockingbird Hall, if you remember where that is." Lucan just nodded and took the envelop, sliding it into his pocket to look at later.

"I remember yes, I'll make my way over now. Thanks for the assistance." He turned to look at Hastings who was just shaking his head, leaning against the SUV. "Be safe on your way back to the Castle, and let everyone know we made it just fine. Um, tell me dad..." He was cut off by the older Vampire who couldn't hide the mirth in his eyes.

"I got it, save the orders for that new Mage you get and don't forget to have some fun. You still have some time for that you know, don't lock yourself in the arena for hours like at home. I mean it." He winked at the pureblood and then jumped back into the SUV, putting it into gear and pulling around to head back, without Lucan. It was hard to grasp for a few long moments but Lucan finally turned back around and nodded to Callum who just returned it, a silent understanding passing through the two who had been partners when Lucan worked at the Academy.

With what would be a deep breath had he been living, Lucan tilted his head and then nodded with a finality and headed into the Academy's grounds. A brief glance at his watch showed the time was 8:50, almost time for the Orientation to start. The building was a decent distance so Lucan put some haste into his steps, and ignored the synchronized thwack of the Rapier scabbard on his hip. He made it with just enough time to spare and entered the building right as Alder began speaking. He noticed a few Vampires had saw him enter and he inclined his head respectfully to those and took up a position in the back so as not to bring to much attention to himself. He was good at that, his experiences as a Guard giving him a lot of practice at blending into the backdrop.

His fingers twitched and he felt curiosity begin to gnaw at him, begging him to open the envelope and see just whom he would be partnered with. He was at a disadvantage to the rest assembled as it was and as such Lucan slowly removed the envelope from his pocket and opened it, to reveal a bespectacled male who seemed to be quite tanned. Under the picture in elegant handwriting was the name 'Salem Spellman' followed by the Noila family's crest. Lucan nodded and placed the small note back in the pocket from which it came and refocused on Alder as he started going on about using the Nobles attending as role models. Of course, he had almost forgotten every Noble House in the Moonlight Council had someone attending the Academy that year. His eyes browsed around and he spotted many faces he knew from court. Well, this would be an interesting year indeed.

As Alder continued with his initial speech, Lucan spent the time to size up some of his soon to be fellow Vampires. It seemed only a small number were Embraced which made sense and he made a mental note to at least make acquaintances with them even if they were second class. He frowned then, there was that arrogance again making an appearance. He tilted his head and then nodded again, rephrasing in his head that they could prove to be great Vampires in some way or another. His eyes then went to the huddle of Purebloods and Lucan did his best not to judge to harshly, just scanning and trying to get a feel for personalities or getting a hidden tell given to him from someone not as practiced as he in the political world. And then there were the Nobles, Lucan only getting brief glances at them but of course knowing who they were. He was sure they would also know of him or at least his family and made a mental note not to initiate contact, after all he was below their station which was just fine with him.

He didn't have a whole lot of respect for any of the Noble families except the Noila's and at that thought his mind went to Aaron, the youngest member of the Starag family who had also been assigned to the Academy this year. He remembered the young Starag had been sent to the Bordeleaux's for combat training, Lucan had been his tutor with the Longsword. Though after William and Sariel had gotten a hold of the Mage hopeful, he was already rather good. Lucan focused mostly on footwork and how to gain advantages while also leaving the Mage open to cast spells. It was a different style that he himself would employ but then, Lucan wouldn't be able to light someone on fire or cause the earth beneath him to squash his opponents. Overall he had quite enjoyed his time with Aaron and hoped the young man was finding the Academy to be a good time.

He was just getting comfortable when he saw a few of the Embraced shuffle closer to each other. Lucan stepped forward a bit out of the shadows and overheard them talking about how boring Alder was and shrugged to himself. Alder wasn't the best speaker but he hoped, for their sake the two Embraced would heed some of the words of wisdom that the Elder Vampire was saying. It was never good to disregard advice, even if you felt you knew plenty on the subject. But it wasn't Lucan's responsibility to reprimand anyone, he was a student just like anyone else and so he fought down the urge to defend Alder's honor and instead just moved forward when Alder dismissed them to leave. He wanted to make sure his schedule would reflect his desire of as many weapons and combat classes as possible. He passed by the Embraced, and nodded to the one that he heard speak about Alder. He continued past the still groggy purebloods and then the social elite. He knew he was opening himself up to be approached but he had to ensure his time spent here wouldn't make him rusty with his weapons training.

As he approached the councilors he wondered how much an image he was, strolling through wearing a midnight black overcoat over a purple vest with a similar midnight black undershirt. His pants were formal styled leather with the legs tucked into a pair of knee high polished military boots, also black of color. Attached to his left shoulder and hanging softly was a black satin cloak engraved with the Bordeleaux House Crest, a silver falling star curling around a silver sword pointing down on top of a dark purple background. He of course had his Rapier on his right side in a glossy black scabbard which had bits of white thrown in as if they were stars. Attached to his belt on his back was a gauche knife in a similar sheath to the Rapier. He walked with a practiced ease, a walk many of the Pureblood Vampires would recognize as the standard walk of the courts, calm and assured. Smiling softly, Lucan nodded to the few that caught his eye and reached his councilor, speaking low on his classes and making sure his wishes were followed. He then turned and tilted his head, stepping out of the way should anyone else wish to speak with the Councilor, placing his hands behind his back and waiting for the room to begin clearing before making his way out.
You know what, I'm in. I went back and forth quite a bit, but I loved Stargate.
I will have a post up later tonight. Been a CRAZY start to a semester.
Same, the world of Warcraft launch had me a bitttttt preoccupied! <3
Poor Abigal.




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