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Talía had woken up late again. The black curtains of her room blocked all of the light coming in, but she could tell, purely based on the fact that she wasn't tired.

And considering that she had fallen asleep at outrageously late o'clock, something felt a little bit off about that.

Indeed, as she drew back the thick fabric (meaning that she dragged it to the side while it was held in her mouth), it quickly became apparent that the sun was not in the place she had anticipated. In an instant, she became a feathered frenzy, cursing in a language that was not entirely human as she rushed to get ready. She thanked whatever gods there were for afternoon classes. If they hadn't existed, she would have failed long ago.

In the end, she was out of her room in record time, albeit still dishevelled. Talía sighed to herself as she exited her room, mourning her soft sheets already. She had some time to waste, didn't she? She considered her time-killing options, and immediately settled for the lounges. She was in the mood to relax, even if she had just been doing that for the last eight hours.

She went to the gardens, feeling the calm atmosphere wash over her. There were already quite a few students dotted around the area. All sorts of supernatural beings. That was what she liked about Nox Tenebrae - there were so many different people there. Maybe she was on the further end of the weirdness scale, but at least she wasn't the only one. Talía took the opportunity to stretch out her wings, missing the way some poor boy struggled to dodge the feathered mass that suddenly appeared before him. He gave her a dirty look, which she was blissfully unaware of.

After a few seconds, she tucked them back again. It was an unusual feeling, she never had to do anything of the sort back home, and even though it had been some time, she didn't think she would ever get used to it. For a human, it would probably be like constantly having their arms behind their back. Doable, but unconventional and not the most comfortable. Nevertheless, she didn't want to engulf every hallway she walked down, so she did it anyway.

Talía took a seat on the grass, a little out of the way, waiting for time to pass. When was her next class? One hour? Two hours? She'd lost track at this point. She sat there idly, watching people go about their day, not talking to any of them once. Occasionally, she exchanged smiles and nods, but that was the extent of her social interaction. There was one person in particular she kept an eye on, the strange white-haired girl watering the plants.

She's here a lot, isn't she? Huh. Don't think I've seen anyone else water those flowers either. From what Talía knew, the girl was pretty unapproachable. Some people even called her scary. But watching her look so happy while doing something so innocent... it really didn't seem like whatever people said was particularly accurate.

Then the girl left, and Talía's attention span was eaten up by someone else right away. People watching. An odd sport, but an enjoyable one nonetheless. Just her, the thriving plants, and a sizeable fraction of Nox Tenebrae's population. How serene.
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Things were not going too well for Vanessa.

The first thing she had done was try to comfort the guy on the front row. He seemed pretty nervous, though that was probably just the kind of person he was. She wasn't really sure what she expected. She opened her mouth to drop some life changing, inspirational advice on him (which meant she was improvising and hoped it worked), when all of a sudden she felt two hands grab on her shoulders and pull.

A second later, she was staring right into the eyes of Elizabeth Baker. She couldn't move, still shocked by the sudden movement, watching as a name that wasn't hers escaped from the lips of the shorter girl. And she continued to watch in stunned silence as her expression fell. Elizabeth recoiled, and Vanessa couldn't help stumbling backwards too, still staring at the other girl.

Was anyone watching them? Absolutely. Vanessa turned red too, embarrassment clear as day on her face. There were so many people there and she was at the front. Not to mention Elizabeth's outfit, and she'd just ran at her! God, people were going to talk. She hoped she was hard to recognise, but somehow she could see herself identified as 'vaguely looking like Lilian Turner'. The list of people who would bring it up when they saw her was looking longer than she liked.

Oh jeez, maybe that shouldn't be my priority right now.

Vanessa looked back at the girl, watching the other two boys try and comfort her. She supposed she should do the same, and reached over to awkwardly pat her shoulder. "Hey, uh, don't worry. It's fine, I'm fine, just... keep it together. Cool? Right, I'll be on my way now. See you 'round." That was one line of conversation she really did not want to continue. She turned and hastily walked off, face still flushed red. Way to go, two months into living in her new home and she'd been mistaken for a (possibly) dead girl.

As quickly as she could, she took a seat near the back. Maybe it wasn't a great place to sit, and she could definitely go somewhere better, but she just didn't want to be anywhere near the front after what just happened. Vanessa groaned audibly, her mood drastically different to how it had been earlier. Best case scenario: get the damn conference done with, and then go home.

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Maybe Vanessa had been getting a little ahead of herself when she said that she would be drawing, because that was the complete opposite of what she had ended up doing. Her attention span, or lack thereof, had prevailed once again. It was barely twenty minutes until she got up from where she had sat down, with noticeably more graphite on her hands than on the paper. Vanessa wrinkled her nose at the mess, doing her best to put all of her stuff away without getting it all dirty as well. As soon as she was done with that, she hurried off to the bathroom. She really needed to wash her hands.

On her way, she noted that people were beginning to gather. There were a fair few news vans too. She was pretty sure that she saw Elizabeth Baker too, but she didn't get a proper look. Hope she's alright. Her and Lily are- were- god, I hope it's are - really good friends. Aw man, I really wanna know what's gonna happen at the conference now. Is that bad? I don't think so. So, for the second time that day, Vanessa engaged herself in another moral dilemma. She decided that it wasn't her fault she was interested, because she'd reached the sink.

Vanessa was halfway through washing her hands (which more or less meant violent scrubbing in a fruitless attempt to get the medium of the day off) when her phone chimed. She scowled at her bag, hands coated in soap. "For the love of... ugh, I'll be done in a minute." She rushed through the rest of her washing process and got graphite all over the tissue paper when she dried her hands. Whatever. It was going in the bin anyway. With cleaner hands, she checked her texts.

Nat: Hey.

She audibly groaned.

Vanessa: whats up
Nat: You had breakfast yet?
Vanessa: nah
Nat: Do you want to get something to eat?
Vanessa: yea but am a bit busy rn
Vanessa: going to the conference later
Vanessa: but we can go eat something another time
Nat: Yeah, that's fine. Thought that we could chat and catch up.
Vanessa: you do know you can just call me lol
Nat: It isn't the same. I'll be paying anyway.
Vanessa: god you are the best
Vanessa: just text me whenever and i'll see if i'm free
Nat: Alright. Have a good day.
Nat: Remember to eat once you're done.

Vanessa sighed. Conference is at twelve. I mean, it'll be lunch after then, right? Oh well. It seemed like she wouldn't be getting that breakfast. It didn't matter anyway, just meant that she could have a bigger lunch. By the sounds of things, Natasha wasn't going to the conference. Had Vanessa asked why, it probably would've been due to some stuff about respect.

Vanessa: (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧
Nat: ヾ(・ω・。)シ

She was looking around for something to occupy the time when someone else caught her eye. He sat down, near the front (was he friends with Lily?) and proceeded to stare down at his lap. On his own too, which was odd. Vanessa couldn't really speak, as she was by herself too, but at least she'd had alone-time plans. Carefully, she approached him.

It wasn't long until she was pretty near. She didn't sit down, assuming that the front row was for those knew Lily better than she did, but she bent down a little next him. Messy brown hair and a casual look that probably didn't take an hour and a half to put together. Vanessa was a little jealous.

She spoke softly, not to startle him. The boy seemed pretty interested in his own hands. "Hey. Are you alright?" If he was close to Lily, then chances were that he was nervous about the conference. A little friendly conversation was sure to help. At least, she really hoped it would.
Effie jumped back in surprise as the automatons appeared, the sound of her expensive shoes against the ground sounding out. Moments later, she reappeared a little behind the spot she had landed. She was no longer holding her bag, though it was nowhere to be seen, and instead had her delicate fingers curled around the handle of a knife.

"Oh, I do not like this," she whined. She took a few more steps backwards, somehow making less noise than when she was sneaking past the police. First day out of the house and things were not going well. "Do you think we could solve this diplomatically? I suppose not." For as much as she might act annoyed by this, the truth was that she had much more experience in using magic and combat than she had talking to people. So maybe she was a little relieved.

Leo's magic seemed interesting. It was difficult to tell exactly how it worked, especially after only seeing one example. Not to mention, she couldn't understand a word of what he had just said. It was probably safe to guess it was part of the casting process. She was pleased to see the weapon, though. The more capable the fighters, the easier this would be. Perhaps it was time for a little magic of her own, too. The alleyway was too dark for her liking.

After a few seconds of concentration, the light brightened in the alley. It was not blinding by any means, but it dispelled some of the shadows, and it was a bit easier to see. She made a note to try and count how many automatons there were when she could.

"Yes, that seems like a fine idea, Mister Leonardo," Effie said. "If you stay close, I can keep you invisible too. Ah, but if you wish to reappear, I can do that for you." She stepped a little closer to where Leo was. "I think that we can win this, hm?" She stayed in place, eyes glued to the automatons, waiting for them to make their move.

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Eira was a little startled by the request. She wasn't really sure what she expected Damian to say, but that certainly wasn't it. But he did make some good points, and she was in the mood for something a little less boring. Not to mention, she was getting sick of school and everyone in it. It wouldn't hurt to do some extra investigatory work from time to time.

"As it should be. I don't want to talk about last Friday, not because I'm upset but because I'm fucking sick of it. I think I could live with playing detective for a little bit. I'm in," Eira said, smirking. "Let's just hope we don't get ourselves killed, hm?"

Judith spoke up next. Eira wasn't sure how the airhead could even know the sorts of people Damian was after, but you never really know with those types. "You make it sound like we can't say no," she said to the smaller girl, but it was clear from her tone that she wasn't going to argue with her about it. Eira didn't have any issues with her tagging along. Judith wasn't that bad, even if she was a bit odd and had only ever said thirty words to Eira. And she was right that having more people would be better. "Alright then. That's three of us - I think that's enough. Mainly because I don't want anyone else, they're all busy moping anyway. Will that be all?"
"Seventy-four? Well, it'll do," Euphemia said. She wasn't sure how she felt about that number, it was a fair distance from a hundred. After some thought, she decided that it was close enough for her. "Shall we go, then? Stay close, remember."

She clasped her hands together, giving a sweet smile to her companions. Then her eyes closed, and her face twisted to concentration. Suddenly, without any warning for the others, she used her magic. To anyone who was watching, it would just look like they had just disappeared instantly. But it is a little more complex than that. Bending the light in such a way with such detail is a lot more work than it seems.

It is easy to create a bad illusion. It is difficult to create a good one, one that would fool people from a fair distance away. Making a perfect one, that is indistinguishable from reality, is something else entirely. But the Dalraans strive for perfection, and Euphemia is no exception. So, through years of relentless practice, the flawless illusion of invisibility had been carefully crafted. When Effie opened her eyes, and looked down, there was absolutely nothing there.

Of course, that only meant she had done a good job. It was a little disorientating, having yourself disappear. Everything was still there, but it didn't look that way. With her apparent absence and her silent footsteps, she began to make her way past the policemen, trying to keep an eye on her companions. Well, at least where her companions should be. Any slip-up, no matter how minor, could mess the whole thing up. She was a Dalraan, and she did not make mistakes.

Truth be told, she was a little nervous about what exactly investigating a crime scene entailed, but that was overshadowed by a morbid curiosity. It couldn't be that bad. Effie was sure she could handle anything that came up, and after all, she wasn't alone.

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