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2 yrs ago
Current Not depressed, but if i just stopped existing right now...I wouldn't be mad about it.
2 yrs ago
The primal urge to obsessively access your uni portal to see if your classes have been released, so you can read the syllabi thirty-seven times before class next week.
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2 yrs ago
weeoo weeoo weeeeoooooooo
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2 yrs ago
We're still a colony XD
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2 yrs ago
Sad because it was a long weekend for the other colonies. Like Canada and Australia

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Daniil Sim



Daniil smiled and nodded.
”See you on the other side.” He rose from his seat and followed Drake out. There was now a steady stream of students heading downstairs and being directed to specific cages. Everyone had a certain cage it seemed, based on years of turning and strength. He was placed into a sturdy enough cage and walked the perimeter of the cage a couple of times before stopping in the middle. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his socks and shoes, tossing them into a corner. Clothes were hard to come by, especially when you were his size and weren’t exactly made of money. The tension was high and the nerves made the hair on Daniil’s arm stand on end. Thank goodness for these cages for with this many werewolves in one area from multiple packs, with different standings in those packs. He could only imagine the fighting that would go on. Daniil was a fighter in his pack but he fell more in the middle, able to hold his own with most but wasn’t a match for any alpha. At least not yet. He looked down the way to see if he could see Drake. He had been here for three years already and by the fight he witnessed this afternoon, holds his own rather well. A resounding echo sounded as the locks were placed on each cage, then almost one by one the screams started and the sound of breaking bones and ripping flesh tore through the basement. Couldn’t they have gone with better soundproofing? The sound alone was unbearable and seemed to speed up Daniil’s transformation, which wasn’t a blessing. His screamed ripped into a growl as he shifted from two feet to four paws. He shook and trembled, blacking out while the change took over his body.
His head snapped to attention, black-tipped ears shifting when the locks opened once again. His hackles rose and a low growl erupted from his throat as he edged to the newly opened cage. Even
without his animistic instincts, Daniil knew something wasn’t right. Werewolves were attacking each other left, right and center and a few presented themselves to challenge Daniil. He rose to the occasion, happily taking out who came towards his grey form. Daniil was built for the colder weather so there was a bit more muscle to him then most, but he was still smaller than a few in his own pack back home. Daniil used the size difference to his advantage when they were back home so he used it here as well. Although blunt force was easy with most of them as the beast took over basic instincts and made them well, rather stupid.


Cuyler Eysteinsson




Location: The Palace Lawn



With Rowland’s response Cuyler was only left with more questions rather than answers. They had to find out who this was, what this was. There was more than Magyk in this world and although Cuyler trusted everything else but Magyk, perhaps something else was interfering. His hand instinctively lifted and grasped the armband hanging below his neck. The gods rarely interfered with human life so there must be something happening to directly affect them. Perhaps he needed to speak with Lyra, she knew nearly as much as he did when it came to their gods and homeland.
Meanwhile on the stage, Ayra, the Queen and delegates were dealing with a shady looking man. That purple shimmer that coated the Wizard Tower worked around Ayra and another woman as they worked together. It was beautiful really and under different circumstances, Cuyler would sit and watch the moment with rapt attention. Ayra’s face seemed to shift as they looked into the mans mind and discovered a whole manner of ugly things. Cuyler could hear everything clearly as the people on stage spoke. Traveling the seas and working in markets had sharpened Cuyler’s hearing. You had to hear certain things under the sounds of people, waves and wind, for one sound could mean the difference between life and death. Cuyler shifted uncomfortably. If he wasn’t guilty he should be set free but if he was a menace to society then he should be dealt with. Even if he wasn’t a problem to them currently, one day he would be.
”We should speak to Arya and Lyra,” Cuyler said to Rowland. It was already determined by Ayra and Rowland that this was not Magikal due to the taking of Luna, despite their wardings. Cuyler had suddenly become worried. If this was the work of the gods, he feared they would be no match for them. This man they were holding on stage was no longer a priority.



Amarantha




Location: The Palace Lawn



Amarantha’s eyes surveyed the small crowd in front of her. Everyone seemed to be on edge but she had never felt more at ease. This was her element, coming in during chaos, stirring it up more and retrieving the answers she needed. Her attention was split though, there was something going on along the sidelines. Malekith wouldn’t have come to such a place alone, especially if their intention was to take the Crown Princess. Her head turned behind her and she gave a nod to the others who split off and worked their way around the outer rim of the Palace Lawn. True, while they had to wait, ever so patiently on the sidelines, the man’s accomplices could have gotten away but she hardly thought so. With the crowd still trying to leave, they wouldn’t have gotten far on their feet. If they decided to use Magyk, well that would have made their presence a little obvious.
”Perhaps the young wizard apprentice is right,” Amarantha spoke up. As part of her advanced training, she knew every person on this stage, including the Ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard in the emptying clearing behind her.
”He didn’t arrive alone and if I know my men, he gave a false name at the front gates. There are many eyes on us here, I say we take him away to discover what information he holds. Perhaps he can tell us how this little slip-up managed to happen.” Letting her words hang there, her eyes looked over the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, the delegates from the Eastern Snow Plains and the various guards on stage. Magyk it seemed, was failing them.
She needed to speak with the palace guards. Sometimes a false name was all the information one needed and although imbeciles most of the time, guards remembered faces. Their adrenaline may being running and clouding their mind from remembering clear images but either these creatures with Magyk could discover who the guards saw or Amarantha would be able to extract the information with a few, well placed words.


Zabella Tamlin



The young vampires looked back over at Zabella as she suddenly blurted out another question. This one appeared to sting a bit, as Amelia's expression was upset for a brief second before returning to normal as she shook her head in a silent response.

Interesting. Zabella felt sad for her despite Amelia's initial reaction. Perhaps her family abandoned her or did nothing to help her from what she went through. Zabella shifted in her seat and finished off her blood pop then shut her book.
"Is there anything you miss about being human?" she asked.

Again, Amelia shook her head, but this time she actually spoke afterwards.
"Never got... To be treated like a human." she said.

Zabella watched her closely for a moment more. Clearly there was more than one terrible backstory in this school and Amelia was younger than any of them, yet she seemed to have a better outlook, a desire to move on and embrace what she was.
"So do you like to read? Or anything else?" Zabella asked. She didn't enjoy reading but only because she didn't know how and it was extremely difficult to learn. Sitting in class she always felt stupid, especially if she was called on for certain things. It was an awful feeling but isolation was something she had learned to embrace.

"Still learning." Amelia said, looking away in embarrassment. Like Zabella, she was still learning the basics of all subjects so she felt like an idiot when surrounded by so many who did understand what they were learning.

This made Zabella smile, a real smile and she didn't feel insecure about her misgivings either. She reached out and rested a hand on the girl's arm.
"That's okay, so am I," she attempted to reassure her. "If you ever want to study together... we could meet up here once or twice a week." It was a big step and something very out of her comfort zone but she was willing to with Amelia. Friends were hard to come by but Zabella felt a certain connection here and it wasn't something she wanted to ignore this time, especially in this place.





Daniil Sim



Daniil nodded and finished up his food. All the wolves would have that same release now from the full moon and the lack of being able to turn. Although it was a painful process it was enjoyable when in wolf form. There was a freedom there and release from the confines of being human. Daniil didn't hate being a wolf completely but it hadn't always been easy. For one thing, he missed his real family all the time. They knew he was still alive but beyond that they had no idea what he was or what his life now entailed. His new family, his pack, was good and they filled a portion of the void but his human life was one he would never be able to return to. Everything he did was a poor comparison to what he used to have.
"About a year," he informed his companion. "Some things become easier after that one year mark, but not everything. What about you?" he asked.
still here too
@Ever?????????????????


Cuyler Eysteinsson




Location: The Palace Lawn



The words Rowland spoke were highly concerning. If it wasn’t Magykal then what on Earth could have penetrated the wards with no detection? His eyes roamed the castle grounds, watching as it cleared out from the townspeople leaving in a rush and now spouting all kinds of nonsense on what this could possibly mean. Some of the delegates from neighbouring countries seemed to move forward in an effort to help but Cuyler’s mind was focused on other things. The sun may be finally setting upon the Castle… Why would Rowland say that? Was he giving up on the Castle? This wasn’t Cuyler’s home, so he shouldn’t necessarily care for the place but it had become a kind of safe haven for him. Positive memories remained here of him and his father, for in the Land of Lost Nights all he saw in the villages and along the countryside was the destruction of his own home and the bodies of his friends, sister and that very man he called father.
He shut eyes briefly to clear his head, taking a deep breath before opening them again and looked around the Palace Lawn. This place was his home now and he had a new family now. His eyes came to rest upon the stage again where a woman with shockingly yellow-white hair and one in purple robes stood talking to each other.
Without removing his eyes from them he spoke to Rowland. ”Do you think this tragedy could be in relation to what that Ghost said and the Queste?”
Cuyler was very much in the dark here and though it might frighten or frustrate some, he respected that knowledge and would approach this situation better than he had five years ago. First it would be gathering as much information as he could and second would be to use the knowledge of his home and the things he learned in the Traders Market over the years to help. Sure, his observations might be completely useless but his loyalty to these people would be the strength he used in order to help them on their own queste, to find the culprits and Princess Luna.



Amarantha




Location: The Palace Lawn



They stuck to the shadows, just out of sight but in full view of everything. Amarantha had felt the wind flow through the crowd, heard the screams and the commotion as people made their best effort to shuffle out of the only entrance onto the Palace Lawn and finally, the whistle of her beloved commander. Amarantha’s eyes flashed open, the blue seeming to over power everything else that remained hidden in the shadows. She untangled her legs, slipped her knife back into her boot and stood. She strode out with the full force of the Young Army with her, at least, those Puck deemed worthy to accompany them into the Castle today. The lot of them may be teenagers but they held themselves better than most adults, certainly better than the shrieking men and woman trying to get out of the Palace. Honestly, could they shut their mouths? It was giving Amarantha a headache; however, the site of the people on center stage brought an upwards curve to her lips. Only earlier that day they had gotten the go ahead: the Queen agreed to reinstate the Young Army. How convenient that tragedy should strike that very day when they would be needed.
Amarantha came to stop just a hair’s space behind her commander’s right side and bowed exceptionally well to the Queen.
”My Queen,” she purred. ”The Young Army is here to be used at your disposal in order to protect and serve you and the Castle.” At this point Amarantha usually rolled her eyes, but after the last punishment she learned to cement her expression into cool respect.
Her eyes drifted to Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome who had been called forward with his Darke name, which Amarantha had committed to memory already. He looked to be full of secrets but seemed the type to expect a few in return for one of his. Mmm, the dance between predator and prey was always the best part.
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