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Welcome to Marchand!

Tatia was on her way to what she was pretty sure was the girl's dorms when she heard speech from behind a closed door.

“I can handle it, K. It won't happen again.”

Tatia slowed down as she passed, catching hint of the buried urgency in the tones and catching a bad case of curiosity as she did so.

"I will bother, though I'm not sure why I do at this point. We've got an operation to run here Byrne. You need to keep this under control before someone ends up getting hurt."

An operation to run? Interesting choice of words for a schoolteacher. Tatia had come to a full halt by now, and had inched toward the door.

In a brief lull, Tatia thought she could hear something rattle like large beads in a maraca. Tatia couldn't think of many other objects that made that noise. And since none of the professors looked like they moonlighted in a mariachi band, Tatia guessed a pill bottle.

"I don't need to remind you what we've got to worry abou-"

When the voice of Professor Kovalenko cut off, followed by quick footsteps toward the door, Tatia nearly fell over in her haste to assume a casual, just-walking-here retreat down the hallway. Damned idiotic of her to try to eavesdrop on literal actual witches. She half expected the door to bang open behind her and one of the professors to shout her down, but nothing happened and she found her room without incident.

Something, evidently, was up with Professor Byrne. Something that could get people hurt.

Huh.

In case things weren't weird enough.

Welcome to Marchand!

Same as can be.

Welcome to Marchand!

He gave Tatia such a puzzled look that her neck warmed with embarrassment. She'd clearly asked a pretty dumb question, even though it seemed a pretty innocent one under her circumstances. She got more than she bargained for in his answer, leaving her plenty of time to wonder why she hadn't chosen something more cheerful to comment on.

"Yeah. I just wondered because of that. The whole...uh...macabre element of it," she said, coughing because she'd learned that was a trick to get the color back into your face - she may or may not have paled a little somewhere around the smearing vital fluids bit.

He was a weird dude, but at least he was direct. And at least she had a better read on the temperature of the commonality of non-magical upbringings.

"Parents didn't have any powers," Tatia said with a matter-of-fact shrug. "Used to figure I'd been dropped in a vat of radioactive waste as a kid or something. You know. And now I get to go to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. And look, I've already met Cyclops. Nice shades, Mr...uh... Avalon, yeah?" she finished with a dry smile at the man at the weapons check as she pushed her taser forward on the table, having no idea of the infamy of the man at whom she was poking fun. Reasonably good-natured fun, yes, but not exactly respectful.

@shadowhope@Magister

Welcome to Marchand!

Tatia didn't know what she'd expected, but somehow it hadn't involved bumpy bus rides and run of the mill projector presentations. Indeed, other than a few weird bits, like where not to bring your extradimensional monster pets, it didn't sound much different than what she imagined she'd hear at the average spendy boarding school.

...granted, those weird bits did make for a certain amount of culture shock.

She redirected her mind from the stress of not knowing what the hell she was getting into. She assumed there were other, you know, muggle-borns around. Surely she wasn't the only one.

The young woman quickly snagged her key and distractedly began to fish through her bag for her stun gun (the one she'd never used, figured she'd never actually need to use, but which she held on to because her father was paranoid). As she headed toward the weapons check, nose in her satchel, her feet landed one after the other on a patch of thin ice. Her entirely treadless ankle-strap ballet flats betrayed her. The end result found Tatia fully horizontal on the floor in a tangle of her long limbs; unhurt, peeved, and rather glad she went with the leggings and tunic today instead of the sun dress. Her momentary confusion was soon replaced with disdain as she found the culprit fairy-skating around some girl.

Tatia sighed and scooped up her stun gun, which had tumbled out of her bag, along with a curling wand and a blush brush. "Would you watch it, Frozone?" she said in a dry, cool voice that somehow didn't seem to fit with the daintily feminine appearance she obviously made some effort to fabricate. "I know I heard something in the rules about improper use of magic or some shit."

Another two (rather grumpy) steps and she stood in line behind an interesting haircut attached to an even more interesting human being who proceeded to unload a large collection of sharp objects and a revolver of some kind. Emo-punk-band-hair kid was certainly well prepared. It did not escape her notice that he smudged away at the handles of the weapons like he was cleaning up a crime scene.

Maybe she was glad to have a taser after all.
Then again, probably better to make friends with the scary ones.

"Is that a popular brand of magic?" Tatia asked him in response to his comment about the box cutter, trying dearly not to imagine a box cutter slicing into human flesh, which of course went about as well as 'don't think about elephants.'

@Magister @Mr Allen J

Welcome to Marchand!

Okay, I did a thing.

Tatia Fale

Name: Tatia Anne Fale

Primary: Aeromancy
Secondaries of Interest: Illumination and Levitation, because those sound the most straightforward.

Description: Light brown hair, dark eyes. 17 years old. A slim 5'10" figure that people would call "willowy" if they were being kind and "lerpy" if they weren't. Her features are naturally rather unremarkable, but she makes up for it with some decent makeup skills.

Personality: Sarcastic, witty, dry, and not easily fazed. More likely to say, "welp, okay," and just go along with things in a mild state of functional shock than she is to express fear or dismay. She can come across rather heartless, and will rarely go out of her way to serve anyone in an altruistic manner, but all of that said, if she's pinned to a corner in a moral dilemma, she'll usually choose the noble route, albeit while rolling her eyes.

Skills:
-Making people feel stupider than her.
-Legitimately being smarter than most of those people.
-Playing the violin like a boss.
-Being a quick learner, which is a good thing because...

Weaknesses:
-...she's totally clueless about this entire culture and its emphasis on family pride.
-She has never been in a physical altercation beyond hitting kids smaller than her when she was like 8.
-Her fearlessness ends with a deep, irrational phobia of seeing other peoples' blood.
-Literally no practice with any secondaries, and only instinctive use of her primary.

Brief History:
Tatia grew up with no knowledge of magic or the occult other than what she read in Harry Potter and saw in the episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that her dork older brother was obsessed with, and the weird shit her grandmother sometimes babbled on about once she started getting a bit senile.

Tatia's maternal grandmother was a weak Aeromancer in a family of sorcerers that had mixed with nonmagical humans for so long that the magical culture had already all but forgotten their names. When good ol' Gran's children (including Tatia's mother) never manifested abilities, she let that part of her heritage disappear, living in a normal suburban Oregon neighborhood.

Tatia's magical blood may have trickled through a generation without manifesting, but lo and behold, Tatia began to grow up and SURPRISE could create windstorms with her brain. By a statistically improbable twist of fate, somewhere deep in the roots of her father's family tree were more Aeromancers: the combination yielded Tatia (who boasts a level of natural power one would expect from a moderately respectable Aeromancy line -- only so-so by general standards, but pretty remarkable considering her lack of breeding).

Gran has tried to catch Tatia up on things a bit over the last few years (but...well...the senile thing is an obstacle), and Tatia has been sparsely contacted by Council representatives, but she's still jumping in a little blind.

Hooray.

Welcome to Marchand!

Hey, @Rage Lonethorn, are you planning to bring a male character or a female one?

I'm wanting to bring another character, a girl, but trying not to disrupt the room assignments since the three-room girls are already getting acquainted.

Welcome to Marchand!

" Box cutters were much a much easier means of acquiring blood than biting oneself. "

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This guy.

And I feel you about the phone thing. Most of my posts are made when I'm on the go, so that's why text colors are not a thing for me.

Welcome to Marchand!

What, two fighty pyromancers with short tempers and a lot of family pride? I'm sure nothing will go wrong.

Welcome to Marchand!

"Yeah," said Toby gratefully to Sam. "I have a weapon to check, so I might want to d--to do that if you don't mind." He looked around for Maeve. He thought he'd spotted her in the dark during the presentation, but now she was nowhere to be found.

As he scanned the crowd, he saw a few more familiar faces--Dinah Fox, for one: cousin, former foster sister, who hadn't been around much since Toby went to live with Spire for reasons Toby recalled with an inward wince. He tried to catch her eye and gave a little, awkward wave, but she seemed absorbed in another conversation and he put his hand down before anybody noticed that he was probably going to be left hanging.

Then Toby spotted Azaziel. He felt his fingertips get cold as recollections made his heart begin to race. His blood flowed to his core for survival mode. He wondered if he should speak to the other boy. He didn't really know him, and yet with what they'd gone through and seen, in a way knew more about each other than most people ever would. He was interrupted before his stare could last too long.

Toby looked over as someone tapped his shoulder, startled to see that one of the girls he'd deemed too primped to talk to came right up to him and greeted him like an old friend. Obviously, he didn't recognize her, at least not at first, though after a second's lull he shook his head like he was recovering from being whacked in the jaw and said, "Oh! Erica, right? Yeah, it's--been a while." He remembered a few things about Lux: she was nice to him...except that one time...and her mother was a damn good lawyer.

He smiled, genuinely, though it didn't change the permanent furrow of concern in his forehead. He gestured to his previous companions. "This is Alex and Samantha Ryan. Alex, Sam, Erica Luxlane."
@caliban22@Dodi do 900@VitoftheVoid@Magister

Welcome to Marchand!

@Slendy Maybe we need another three-man room?