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Camp Athens - Closed

^{#de9b8f ....|..... outfit .....|..... party}

The sweet, delicious smell of a crockpot of mischief forming. Both Azariah and Lily had their value in that. Azariah, the shapeshifter, the one who can be in different forms. Imagine the chaos. And now Lily. Sweet, succulent Lily. The purr of her name on Chariselle's lips was just right, like a kiss that left you wanting more.

And boy, did Chariselle want more. “Gorgeous. High praise coming from someone who looks like...you.” Oh, this one bites back. Venom laced with sugar. Chariselle glanced at Azariah, wondering if they thought the same of this new face. She interrupted something, evidently. Did she care? Not one fucking bit. After all Chariselle was made to be seen and heard and no matter of wall, personal or not, would stop her.

“You can call me Lily, or whatever you’d want. I’m easy,” the kitten paused to sip her beverage before continuing, “like that,”

Yes, this one was trouble with a capital T. And she was Mayhem incarnate so the two of them had to be friends. Call it fate, call it horniness, call it a fucking spade, but Chariselle had met a match for her. "Lily, then, an absolute pleasure. Were you named after the flower or is it short for Lilith, she of demonic origin? Either way, consider me intrigued." Chariselle noticed Lily's gaze centered on something else that wasn't her and, quite frankly, that could not be. So Chariselle turned to see, well, let's call it what it is....a sex show. Two people getting it on at the bar despite the crowd. Chariselle recognized the woman, seeing her before and falling slightly in love, now more so given her bold nature.

Credit where credit is due.

The man she was hooking up with though, not handsome in the traditional sense to be sure. Cute, but one wouldn't exactly write poems about him. He was like that nerd in high school you flirted with to get your term papers done so you can be off doing better things like doing Carter Maverick, the school's star quarterback, and having him take you to prom so you can be Prom Queen and dump him shortly after (he's working at McDonalds now, so bullet dodged there).

Chariselle continued to eye the show as it neared it's end and Lily brought up potentially not coming. "Well, I for one am glad you did. It doesn't seem like it's going to be boring here, if that was any indication. I'm no prude, but I think fun times like that should be...intimate," she said as she rubbed Azariah's arm. "Don't you think love?" She was addressing either of them.

"I could use a drink after that show. The thirst is real. Where did you say you got it from? Perhaps you can lead me there?" she said, proffering a hand. Either way, she needed to imbibe something.

^{interactions ....|.... Lily, Azariel ............... mentions ....|.... Blaire, Ace}

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Château de La Lune

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Millicent

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Location: Château de La Lune: Outside Hallway
Skills: Cold Reading

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Millicent was, admittedly, stunned in silence. Thankfully, Doctor Tony got to work quickly examining the body. And it was a body, right? Renee was here one minute, gone the next. Millicent had mentioned it yesterday, but a part of her didn't really think someone would be dead. And, even if someone was going to die, she didn't expect Renee.

Millicent eyed Tony getting to work along with...Sam? That was an odd duo. Why was Sam getting involved at all? It wasn't like he spent any real time with Renee and, as far as she knew, he wasn't a detective. Unless he can speak to Renee's spirits, his skills seemed kind of useless. Interesting...

And then there was Eleanor. At first, Millicent had expected her to be the pinnacle of class in this moment. Instead, Millicent honed in on her hands, shaking. Eleanor may be trying to hide it, but Millicent knew the woman was upset. As Eleanor finished up she turned and headed back up the other set of stairs. Millicent quickly followed, avoiding the body and the others as she reached the woman. "Eleanor, are you okay? Do you need anything?"

The woman turned briefly to face her and, with the best straight face she could come up with, said, "No, I'm fine." A lie if there ever was one.

Millicent let her go now and turned back to the scene. There was one other person she didn't fully trust right now and he was examining the body. Dr. Tony, from what she could ascertain, was doing his job. She tried, but couldn't get a read from him. Again. That either meant he was being honest or he was able to hide his motives very well. Either way, she still didn't trust him.

So she stayed behind. If for no other reason than to make sure Renee was properly taken care of. She also wanted to speak to Sam. And..she looked around.

"Where's Miguel?" she asked no one in particular.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

I don't know, I got more Prada or HERMÈS vibes from him :3

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Cassiopeia Belfontaine
Cassiopeia Belfontaine}

^{"If chaos made me - then I'll shape it in return."}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Impulsive | _________________________________________________________ | Expressive | Meddlesome | _________________________________________________________ | Tenacious | Vulnerable | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Full Name: Cassiopeia Emory Belfontaine Aliases: Cassie, Cass Birth Place: Nashville, Tennessee Age: 19 Birthday: October 31, 2021 Gender: Cisgender Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual (Unknown) Build: Slender, Top-heavy Body Modifications: Pierced ears (one each) Habits: Journaling, Meditation Hobbies: Reading, Fashion Design, Calligraphy, Chess Social Handle: CassieInGlass Medical History: PTSD (Childhood) ► Fears Drowning Being Abandoned Falling Into Addiction ► Toxic Traits Out of Touch Toxic Positivity ► Likes Sugary Coffee Drinks Reality TV Shows Clothes Shopping Thunderstorms Lavender Flowers Axolotls ► Dislikes Snobby People Hunting Bugs Misogyny Religion Confinement - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: Inferno Incursion Type: Chaos Magic ► Grimoire Find Familiar: Cassie does not currently have a familiar Curse: Cassie can curse another person, leading to misfortune to befall them. The curse can take many forms. Tiara of Jagged Glass: Upon using this spell, a phantasm crown is placed on the person's head, and their eyes glow dark with madness. The person is bent to Cassie's will and must obey her prompt or be hurt by the crown itself Chaotic Bolt: Cassie summons a chaotic mass of energy towards an intended target. The damage is random based on a chaotic roll of chance Antagonize: Cassie summons a swarm of voices onto the target from beyond, causing the target to be prone to lashing out, whether to someone else or themselves ► Skills Fashion Design +2 Acrobatics +2 Games of Strategy +1 Social Cues +3 Fencing +1 Memorization +1 ► Languages English Latin ► Possessions Cell Phone Sketchpad Purse (Wallet, Assorted Keys, Hand Sanitizer, Lip Gloss, Spare Change, Hair Ties, Pepper Spray) Red Crystal Necklace Fragrance Mist (Vanilla Rum) - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Annika: Met during orientation for the new school year, Cassie took an instant liking to Annika. First, due to their shared birthday (Birthday Twins!) and then, upon getting to know her a little better, for who Annika is. Cassie sees Annika as someone to help her out with this new school, even though both of them are new. ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

The Past

Lionel and Tryss Belfontaine had tried countless times to produce a child, an heir, so their bloodline may continue, but try after try ended in tragedy. Doctors never found anything wrong with either of them and suggested adoption or fostering, but Lionel wouldn't have it, as no child of his, not of his blood, would inherit anything he worked towards.

One day when Tryss found she was pregnant with a baby girl. The pregnancy went off with very little trouble, and both Lionel and Tryss were sure that God had blessed them finally with the perfect child. Soon, on Halloween night, Cassiopeia was born (named after Tryss' great-great grandmother), but unbeknownst to the new parents the Inferno Incursion had happened that day in 2021, causing a ripple effect of magic to course through the world. Was it happenstance that this child was born on this night during that event, or were there powers at play beyond mortal knowledge?

Things quickly grew concerning when Cassie would cry, and objects flew around the room; glasses broke, and the sound of some infernal laughter soared through the mansion. The family lost nanny after nanny due to their fears, seeing things that weren't there or hearing voices of people long since dead haunting them. Lionel and Tryss blew it off as nonsense at first, but couldn't shake their worries much longer.

Summoning priest after priest to bless their child and admonish whatever demon or spirit had possessed her, each priest went screaming into the night after being tormented by beings they claimed were flying around them or feeling like hands were choking them with jagged fingernails.

Fed up, after months turning into years, a knock came at their door. Lionel and Tryss opened it to find none other than the Sorcerer Supreme himself, Doctor Strange. Keeper of magical knowledge and defender of those who wield it, Doctor Strange informed the parents that their child was gifted with magical abilities far beyond her current scope. Due to its nature, there was no hope of controlling it, save for keeping the child as happy as possible, as the force beholden to her would see she remain safe.

With knowledge imparted, Doctor Strange left the child in their care. A wise decision? Perhaps, perhaps not. Further along, Lionel and Tryss did their best to keep Cassie happy, but as any parent knows, the whims of a child do not care for logic and order, and every tantrum erupted in chaos and disorder.

So what were two out-of-their-depth parents to do? Especially God-fearing ones who believed this may even be the work of the devil?

Destroy the demon.

Trigger Warning: Attempted Murder of a Child

At the tender age of five years old, Cassie had no idea her parents intended to ensure their child could no longer unleash a torrent of curses on them, so when they took her to their lakeside cabin in Vermont, with ill intentions on their minds, Cassie saw it as a vacation. A time to play with the sand on the beach, collect shiny shells to show her mother, maybe catch a fish with her father. Lionel decided it had to be him to save Tryss from the trauma, so he took Cassie to the beach, hand-in-hand, and when he got her closer and closer to the lake, he picked up his child and sank her into the water. And held on.

Bubbles surfaced, and concern turned to fear, which turned to dread.

Which turned something inside Cassie into anger.

Soon, Lionel felt his arms burn, like something was toasting him from the inside out. He unleashed his daughter and saw his arms bubbling and throbbing. He screamed in agony as Cassie rose to the surface, crying out. Lionel stared at her, horror in his eyes.

He brought her back, pretending nothing had happened. He explained what occurred to Tryss, who decided she had had enough and took a knife and crept into her daughter's bedroom. While the child slept peacefully, Tryss walked slowly and raised the knife. And was promptly flung against the wall. Tryss stood up and nearly screamed, but didn't want to upset Cassie more, so she ran.

The two parents decided that if they could not stop Cassie, they would do all they could to prevent her from wreaking havoc on the world.

The Present

Cassie rested in one of the main sitting rooms along with an older woman. The lady was Dr. Prescott, a highly regarded psychologist. The two of them had been working together for a few years now and Cassie enjoyed her sessions. It ranged from talking about her dreams for the future (very sad once you heard it since all she knew was the walls in her own home), her interest in the boys she saw on TV when she was allowed to watch, and occasionally, a peek into her past and the fear and anxiety present whenever somethign triggered her. A fear that Cassie sometimes saw when she was near a body of water, the near panic when she took a bath and slipped underneath the surface. Images played out of a dark figure above her bed with a knife as it swung down toward her.

Sometimes, Cassie had a recurring dream where she was locked in her room. One might think that it isn't so bad if you saw her room and the sheer amount of things she had to entertain herself with, but even a well-designed and equipped prison was still a prison. Cassie would try to wrench open the door, begging and pleading to be let out. No one ever came. There was only loneliness. Fear. Terror. And an overwhelming sense that something was staring at her, into her.

Dr. Prescott had said it was PTSD, and Cassie felt the woman was silly, but never said it outright. PTSD required trauma, and surely Cassie didn't have that.

As Cassie got older, she discovered more about herself. She knew something was off when, after a moment of rebellion and sneaking out, she had been harassed by some drunk man coming out of a bar, and Cassie, after trying to run and being grabbed, did...something to him, causing boils and pus-filled bumps to appear on his skin. Cassie quickly ran back home after that and never snuck out again.

She practiced more, or as much as she could, but she never got the hang of it. Like her abilities had no sense ot them, no rhyme or reason.

Her parents didn't have answers and always seemed to want to change the subject. They expected much from her, having her homeschooled and taught lessons like piano, chess, and literature. Whenever Cassie asked to leave, her parents scoffed and said the world outside was much too dangerous and that God had plans for her to remain at home until she was married to start her own family.

Cassie obeyed, but time went on, and little doubts gave way to questions, and questions turned to demands. There was too much disorder going on inside of her, and she wanted to know. Her parents again tried to dissuade her, but she put her foot down. Literally. And a tremor ricocheted throughout the home.

So her parents finally informed her. They spoke about how she was born, what mess she created, the untold psychological damage she had done, and Doctor Strange's words. This, weirdly enough, calmed Cassie down. There was still chaos, but it felt more manageable now.

The Future

Cassie, when she could, did her research. She looked up Doctor Strange. She knew of the heroes that fought against evil, but what she hadn't expected was how close it had touched her own life. Cassie wanted more. She wanted to be able to control what she held within her. Doctor Strange seemed to know about her, and perhaps he knew what she could do. He had never spoken to her since, but she remained hopeful.

One day, she had discovered a place called Strange Academy. A place for those of the mystical arts to be trained and educated, it seemed as if fate was intervening for her.

Her parents, of course, refused. They knew she was dangerous. She fought them on it, claiming she was old enough to make decisions for herself.

So her parents locked her in her room. Her nightmare justified.

She thrashed and screamed until she felt something inside of her draw energy and....

Unleash.

Cassie had her bags packed and turned back to her home. The smoking hole that led into her room was the last thing she saw before she turned back to make for Strange Academy. And, hopefully, to her future.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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_{Cassiopeia Belfontaine
Cassiopeia Belfontaine}

^{"If chaos made me - then I'll shape it in return."}

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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________

C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y C H A R A C T E R P E R S O N A L I T Y _________________________________________________________ | Curious | Impulsive | _________________________________________________________ | Expressive | Meddlesome | _________________________________________________________ | Tenacious | Vulnerable | C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Character Info Full Name: Cassieopeia Emory Belfontaine Aliases: Cassie, Cass Birth Place: Nashville, Tennessee Age: 19 Birthday: October 31, 2021 Gender: Cisgender Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual (Unknown) Build: Slender, Top-heavy Body Modifications: Pierced ears (one each) Habits: Journaling, Meditation Hobbies: Reading, Fashion Design, Calligraphy, Chess Social Handle: CassieInGlass Medical History: PTSD (Childhood) ► Fears Drowning Being Abandoned Falling Into Addiction ► Toxic Traits Out of Touch Toxic Positivity ► Likes Sugary Coffee Drinks Reality TV Shows Clothes Shopping Thunderstorms Lavender Flowers Axolotls ► Dislikes Snobby People Hunting Bugs Misoginy Religion Confinement - A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M A G I C & S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Magic Source: Inferno Incursion Type: Chaos Magic ► Grimoire Find Familiar: Cassie does not currently have a familiar Curse: Cassie can curse another person, leading to misfortune to befall them. The curse can take many forms. Tiara of Jagged Glass: Upon using this spell, a phantasm crown is placed on the person's head, and their eyes glow dark with madness. The person is bent to Cassie's will and must obey her prompt or be hurt by the crown itself Chaotic Bolt: Cassie summons a chaotic mass of energy towards an intended target. The damage is random based on a chaotic roll of chance Antagonize: Cassie summons a swarm of voices onto the target from beyond, causing the target to be prone to lashing out, whether to someone else or themselves ► Skills Fashion Design +2 Acrobatics +2 Games of Strategy +1 Social Cues +3 Fencing +1 Memorization +1 ► Languages English Latin ► Possessions Cell Phone Sketchpad Purse (Wallet, Assorted Keys, Hand Sanitizer, Lip Gloss, Spare Change, Hair Ties, Pepper Spray) Red Crystal Necklace Fragrance Mist (Vanilla Rum) - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T I N G N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Relationship Notes Note/Link Note/Link ► Important Posts Note/Link Note/Link -

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C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y
C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y

The Past

Lionel and Tryss Belfontaine had tried countless times to produce a child, an heir, so their bloodline may continue, but try after try ended in tragedy. Doctors never found anything wrong with either of them and suggested adoption or fostering, but Lionel wouldn't have it, as no child of his, not of his blood, would inherit anything he worked towards.

One day when Tryss found she was pregnant with a baby girl. The pregnancy went off with very little trouble, and both Lionel and Tryss were sure that God had blessed them finally with the perfect child. Soon, on Halloween night, Cassieopeia was born (named after Tryss' great-great grandmother), but unbeknownst to the new parents the Inferno Incursion had happened that day in 2021, causing a ripple effect of magic to course through the world. Was it happenstance that this child was born on this night during that event, or were there powers at play beyond mortal knowledge?

Things quickly grew concerning when Cassie would cry, and objects flew around the room; glasses broke, and the sound of some infernal laughter soared through the mansion. The family lost nanny after nanny due to their fears, seeing things that weren't there or hearing voices of people long since dead haunting them. Lionel and Tryss blew it off as nonsense at first, but couldn't shake their worries much longer.

Summoning priest after priest to bless their child and admonish whatever demon or spirit had possessed her, each priest went screaming into the night after being tormented by beings they claimed were flying around them or feeling like hands were choking them with jagged fingernails.

Fed up, after months turning into years, a knock came at their door. Lionel and Tryss opened it to find none other than the Sorcerer Supreme himself, Doctor Strange. Keeper of magical knowledge and defender of those who wield it, Doctor Strange informed the parents that their child was gifted with magical abilities far beyond her current scope. Due to its nature, there was no hope of controlling it, save for keeping the child as happy as possible, as the force beholden to her would see she remain safe.

With knowledge imparted, Doctor Strange left the child in their care. A wise decision? Perhaps, perhaps not. Further along, Lionel and Tryss did their best to keep Cassie happy, but as any parent knows, the whims of a child do not care for logic and order, and every tantrum erupted in chaos and disorder.

So what were two out-of-their-depth parents to do? Especially God-fearing ones who believed this may even be the work of the devil?

Destroy the demon.

Trigger Warning: Attempted Murder of a Child

At the tender age of five years old, Cassie had no idea her parents intended to ensure their child could no longer unleash a torrent of curses on them, so when they took her to their lakeside cabin in Vermont, with ill intentions on their minds, Cassie saw it as a vacation. A time to play with the sand on the beach, collect shiny shells to show her mother, maybe catch a fish with her father. Lionel decided it had to be him to save Tryss from the trauma, so he took Cassie to the beach, hand-in-hand, and when he got her closer and closer to the lake, he picked up his child and sank her into the water. And held on.

Bubbles surfaced, and concern turned to fear, which turned to dread.

Which turned something inside Cassie into anger.

Soon, Lionel felt his arms burn, like something was toasting him from the inside out. He unleashed his daughter and saw his arms bubbling and throbbing. He screamed in agony as Cassie rose to the surface, crying out. Lionel stared at her, horror in his eyes.

He brought her back, pretending nothing had happened. He explained what occurred to Tryss, who decided she had had enough and took a knife and crept into her daughter's bedroom. While the child slept peacefully, Tryss walked slowly and raised the knife. And was promptly flung against the wall. Tryss stood up and nearly screamed, but didn't want to upset Cassie more, so she ran.

The two parents decided that if they could not stop Cassie, they would do all they could to prevent her from wreaking havoc on the world.

The Present

Cassie rested in one of the main sitting rooms along with an older woman. The lady was Dr. Prescott, a highly regarded psychologist. The two of them had been working together for a few years now and Cassie enjoyed her sessions. It ranged from talking about her dreams for the future (very sad once you heard it since all she knew was the walls in her own home), her interest in the boys she saw on TV when she was allowed to watch, and occasionally, a peek into her past and the fear and anxiety present whenever somethign triggered her. A fear that Cassie sometimes saw when she was near a body of water, the near panic when she took a bath and slipped underneath the surface. Images played out of a dark figure above her bed with a knife as it swung down toward her.

Sometimes, Cassie had a recurring dream where she was locked in her room. One might think that it isn't so bad if you saw her room and the sheer amount of things she had to entertain herself with, but even a well-designed and equipped prison was still a prison. Cassie would try to wrench open the door, begging and pleading to be let out. No one ever came. There was only loneliness. Fear. Terror. And an overwhelming sense that something was staring at her, into her.

Dr. Prescott had said it was PTSD, and Cassie felt the woman was silly, but never said it outright. PTSD required trauma, and surely Cassie didn't have that.

As Cassie got older, she discovered more about herself. She knew something was off when, after a moment of rebellion and sneaking out, she had been harassed by some drunk man coming out of a bar, and Cassie, after trying to run and being grabbed, did...something to him, causing boils and pus-filled bumps to appear on his skin. Cassie quickly ran back home after that and never snuck out again.

She practiced more, or as much as she could, but she never got the hang of it. Like her abilities had no sense ot them, no rhyme or reason.

Her parents didn't have answers and always seemed to want to change the subject. They expected much from her, having her homeschooled and taught lessons like piano, chess, and literature. Whenever Cassie asked to leave, her parents scoffed and said the world outside was much too dangerous and that God had plans for her to remain at home until she was married to start her own family.

Cassie obeyed, but time went on, and little doubts gave way to questions, and questions turned to demands. There was too much disorder going on inside of her, and she wanted to know. Her parents again tried to dissuade her, but she put her foot down. Literally. And a tremor ricocheted throughout the home.

So her parents finally informed her. They spoke about how she was born, what mess she created, the untold psychological damage she had done, and Doctor Strange's words. This, weirdly enough, calmed Cassie down. There was still chaos, but it felt more manageable now.

The Future

Cassie, when she could, did her research. She looked up Doctor Strange. She knew of the heroes that fought against evil, but what she hadn't expected was how close it had touched her own life. Cassie wanted more. She wanted to be able to control what she held within her. Doctor Strange seemed to know about her, and perhaps he knew what she could do. He had never spoken to her since, but she remained hopeful.

One day, she had discovered a place called Strange Academy. A place for those of the mystical arts to be trained and educated, it seemed as if fate was intervening for her.

Her parents, of course, refused. They knew she was dangerous. She fought them on it, claiming she was old enough to make decisions for herself.

So her parents locked her in her room. Her nightmare justified.

She thrashed and screamed until she felt something inside of her draw energy and....

Unleash.

Cassie had her bags packed and turned back to her home. The smoking hole that led into her room was the last thing she saw before she turned back to make for Strange Academy. And, hopefully, to her future.

Camp Athens - Closed

^{#f0e69f ....|..... outfit .....|..... party}

To see someone in her sights get flutered gave Roxxy a tingly feeling. She smirked as Tess stumbled over herself catching her intention. It seemed she was interested, but didn't necessarily want to be rude to their new friend. Fine, Roxxy could wait. "I picked a cabin already when I arrived. Pointed at the map and it sort of...dinged and I guess I claimed it. Do we have to decorate it ourselves or does it come pre-stocked like an Ikea bedroom set? I didn't bring much with me apart from some clothes, but I figured a camp like this, set up to make sure the children of gods were comfortable, would have provided us with at least the bare necessities."

Truth be told Roxxy had packed enough for a short stay, uncertain if she planned on remaining here for long. Seeing Tess definitely made her want to remain for a little bit, but she still held uncertainty in her chest.

Forest, as sweet as he was, didn't take a hint or read the room and continued to be there. He provided alcohol though so Roxxy could overlook it for now. "Forest, Roxxy. So what do you like to do when you aren't bringing alcohol to get girls drunk?" She asked in jest, her tone clear she ment no ill-will. Forest didn't seem like the type where you needed to cover your drink around, though in her experience plenty of "nice guys" still expected something and she has had many "oh you're a lesbian, I can fix you" conversations that ended with broken bones to last her this lifetime and the next.

As the conversation continued Roxxy could feel the energy shift. Not in a bad way, per se, but sort of a 'something is happening that isn't quite right'. She looked around, not immediately fixing on anyone doing something unsavory until her eyes fell along two people at the bar. And were those people......oh fuck they were! Roxxy wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination and she respected a good, healthy sexual appetite as much as the next person, but surely that could be handled elsewhere. Maybe not necessarily back at a cabin, but at least off to the side somewhere?

"Ok, well, I don't know about you two, but that is sort of throwing me for a loop, so perhaps we can continue this conversation elsewhere?" She looked again, more mesermized than anything, and then her eyes fell back on Tess. Would this put a dent on their blossoming relationship? She really wanted to get to know her better and two horndogs who couldn't take 5 minutes to walk into a bush might have just ruined things for her.

Fuck.

^{interactions ....|.... Tess, Forest ............... mentions ....|.... Ace, Blair}

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Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

Let's fuckin' gooooooooooo!

Dragon Age: Dark Scion

^{6 months prior}

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The tavern was alive with the sounds of people conversing after the long workday. There was an underlying thrum, almost like a heartbeat, alive/ Locals and travelers in equal measure were within the walls, drinks flowing to help alleviate all manner of woe and worry. Humans were the majority, but there were a few scattered elves and dwarves as well.

So when a Qunari woman entered the premises, along with a few others with her, the lull didn't die necessarily, but there were some questioning looks. Still, the people who worked there weren't about to turn down the gold spent, no matter who held it in their palms.

The Qunari woman made for an empty table along with her companions. After ordering a round for them, their conversation continued from before. No one was paying them much mind anymore, happy to get back to their drinks.

After some time, the voices around them quieted down. The Qunari woman looked up and glanced at the nearby patrons, unsure if something was happening. Soon, the quiet was filled with the strums of a lute. It started off slow at first, picking up as the meter went on. The Qunari woman clocked people's gaze and followed it to a corner of the tavern she hadn't noticed before.

In the corner stood an elf woman. She held a lute in her hands that she was playing, fingers strumming the strings intimately. The elf had long, blonde hair that fell behind her and delicate features that some god had blessed her with. Her eyes were closed as she played, but eventually they opened to reveal silver eyes trained on the crowd in front of her. And when her lips opened, a decadent voice filled the room with song. It was no surprise that the people here went silent.

The Qunari woman watched in awe. She had seen bards before, of course. One did not travel as much as she did and not enjoy a performance here or there. The elf woman though, there was a tenderness here. Raw emotion from her lips.

And did she...was that....the Qunari woman could have sworn the elf had seen her. No, there was no mistaking it. The bard was playing for the crowd, but she was singing to her. The Qunari woman leaned back in her chair, a smile spread on her face. It had been a minute since she enjoyed the attention of anyone.

Eventually, the song reached its finale and, upon finishing, the tavern applauded. The elf woman gave a bow and proceeded to head off to the counter, more than likely to pick up her pay for the day.

The Qunari woman watched her a bit longer, but started to focus back on her table when she heard voices. She looked back to see two human men had approached the elf woman. From the look on the elf's face, they were not standard fans. The Qunari woman could sense trouble (as she so often did) and stood up. One of her companions asked if she was okay, and she ignored them.

She approached the counter as if to ask for a refill when she could pick up more of their conversation. "-and I can show you a real good time, pretty. Come on." The elf woman didn't look upset or angry or disgusted. Instead, her attention was elsewhere, much to the annoyance of the two men. The Qunari woman wanted to speak up, but was silenced when a new voice spoke up. "I am not interested. Thank you." Silenced with a few, simple words, the elf woman picked up the coin purse that was left on the counter and turned.

And that was when the Qunari woman saw one of the men grab the elf woman's wrist.

"Eyy, I wasn't done talking to ya'" The man slurred his words. Much to the Qunari woman's displeasure, the elf woman fell back a bit, but didn't attempt to free herself. She took a step forward when the elf woman spoke up again. "Please unhand me before things get unpleasant." The Qunari woman stared in silence and the two men didn't much believe what they heard either. "And what are you going to do about it, elf bitch?"

The Qunari woman heard something slam on the counter and there was a beat of silence. She looked around to see if someone had thrown something or had punched someone when she heard the man who had just spoken scream bloody murder. She looked and saw a knife sticking out of his hand that leaned on the counter. The man continued to scream and tried to pull the knife out, losing his grip on the elf woman. The other man with him stared at his friend and then concern turned to rage as he ran right at her. The elf woman spun, grabbing hold of the man's arm and twirled him around, sending him careening into the wall on her left. The stabbed man had finally pulled the knife out and was bleeding when he turned the knife on the elf woman and lunged. The Qunari woman could have sworn the elf turned invisible briefly, but in a fluid motion, the elf woman had disarmed the man and spun behind him, planting the knife to his neck while holding his injured hand behind him. "I am going to let go of you now and you and your friend are going to leave. I suggest you find a healer for your hand and your headache. Do anything else and I will break more than just your wrist, starting with your manhood. Clear?" The man tried to fight, but found himself in an unwinnable predicament and, eventually, nodded defeat. The Qunari woman heard a crack as the man screamed and held his wrist. She fully expected them to round on the elf woman and try again, but credit where credit is due, the two men stumbled out of the tavern.

The elf woman picked up the knife and offered it to the tender at the counter. "I apologize for the mess. You can take it out of my pay, if that's fair." The tender shook his head. "Those two always cause trouble here and we've been looking for an excuse to ban them. Seems today is the day. Doubt they'd be back."

The elf woman nodded and stepped back from the counter and turned. The Qunari woman watched as she did and, again, could have sworn she caught her gaze. The elf woman looked at her and a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. The Qunari woman didn't need much more of an invitation as she got up from the bar counter and proceeded after her. "Wait, please. That was....incredible." The elf woman turned to face her now. "The song or the aftermath?" Her words were laced with humor. "Well, both if I am being honest. You handled them better than some of the men I've worked with. Name's Delilah," the Qunari woman said as she offered her hand. The elf woman took it, her touch warm and welcoming. "Giselle."

"Giselle, a beautiful name for a beautiful rose." The elf woman stepepd closer to Delilah, her breath almost tickling the Qunari's neck. "If I didn't know any better, Delilah, I could swear you were flirting with me. Is it true what they say about Qunari and how they perform in bed?" The words came out hot and intense. "Depends, did you want to find out?" The elf woman leaned in closer, her breath on Delilah's ear. "My room."

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Delilah had made her way into one of the rooms of the tavern, a spacious affair that Delilah took to mean the bard had performed here before. The elf woman had excused herself but told Delilah to make herself comfortable. So Delilah had set her things down and proceeded to undress. "Been a while, I am afraid. But I needed this."

"Happy to help however I can. You must be busy."

Delilah had removed her top as she continued. "Running the band I do gets exhausting, but worth it. They are knuckleheads sometimes, but they are mine. We travel a lot so there's hardly ever time to rest."

Delilah heard the patter of bare feet behind her as the elf woman entered the bedroom proper. "You must have some stories to share."

"Oh yes. We've seen it all. I remember one time a bit ago, or was it a few weeks...well it doesn't matter. But someone had hired an assassin to kill me. I'm used to it at this point. But I'd like to think of myself as a good reader of people so I was able to spot them pretty early on and foiled their little plan. Had to kill them, couldn't let the insult go on, and it worked out well in the end as I needed a new thrall to do some of the grunt work I didn't want to."

Delilah heard the elf woman's footsteps approach as she continued, "So, who hired you?"

The footsteps stopped as Delilah turned to face the elf woman, who had unsheathed a dagger that, Delilah had to admit, was hidden nicely within the elf woman's undergarments. To her credit, the elf woman didn't appear taken aback. "This isn't my first, nor do I expect it to be my last. We're at a standstill. I may not have my clothes or weapons but I can handle myself with the best of them. I also expect you can handle yourself well also. So, instead of brawling it out with one of us ending up dead on this nice floor, why don't we skip all that? I am sure your life is worth more than whatever the bounty is."

The elf woman stood a moment, before she threw the knife across the room. "What gave me away?"

"Well, admittedly not much. Your body language was flirtatious, but your eyes held something darker. Also, I was the only Qunari in here and I know from experience we aren't the immediate fixation of strangers, beautiful or not. Your name isn't Giselle either, I take it?"

The elf woman shook her head. "I do not know who my employers are. They appeared one day wearing grey cloaks that covered their face. They had red markings along their arms. They claimed you were a murderer who had killed a nearby village and burned it to the ground with families locked in their homes. I take it that was a lie." It wasn't a question, more confirming the fact.

"I won't pretend my hands are free of blood, but those I gut deserve it. If I had to wager, those people were the ones who attacked the village, probably in some magic ceremony or ritual."

The two women stood in front of each other. The elf in a silky number and Delilah in nothing but her confidence. "So, perhaps instead of getting sweaty and bloodied from trying to kill each other, we can occupy our time with something equally as entertaining."

The elf woman smirked. "I take it you have something in mind?"

Delilah grinned. "Oh, I think I do."

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They laid there, breathless, sheets on the bed tangled in awkward angles. Delilah rested her arm over her chest. "So, do I even get to know your name?"

The elf woman, taking a few moments to catch her breath, spoke up, "Fleur."

Delilah nodded, "Fleur. You certainly know what you are doing. I take it those skills are part of the job?"

"Perks. I can do more, but we only just met."

"Maker's tits, that wasn't everything? Great work."

"Not so bad yourself." Fleur sat up and stood, her naked form for Delilah to take in again. Fleur strode forward, grabbing her discarded garments as she did. Delilah sat up now, taking her in. She had a few thoughts (when her mind wasn't being distracted elsewhere) and their awkward exchange was now a blurred memory. She had weirder requests and it wasn't like she didn't have plenty in her ranks who towed the line or morality.

"So, Fleur, how would you like a permanent job?"

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^{present day}

Fleur had arrived back from scouting the nearby area. She had given her report to some faceless entity that existed in the ranks; she couldn't be damned to remember his name. She settled herself in her little camp, wiping some sweat off her brow. Delilah and the others would be convening to discuss the next steps.

Fleur didn't enjoy the planning or the meetings or whatever. She wanted action. No, she craved it. Sitting around idle made her tense, so she often found herself practicing on some test dummies or sneaking around to see if she could be spotted (no one found her yet. It was like the ultimate game of hide and seek). She also maintained her music, singing and playing her lute for others if they wanted.

She proceeded to walk around, taking note of the air of concern that permeated everything. It seems she wasn't alone in her worry. Whatever was going to happen, it was not going to be pretty.

She wanted nothing more than to head back to her bed and close her eyes until she was needed, but she had a feeling she was going to be grabbed sooner rather than later. Still, she wouldn't make it easy. She proceeded towards where Delilah and the others were and snuck in, blending herself into the shadows. She crept along as she heard voices, some she recognized and some she did not (more so because they were men and Fleur did all she could to not speak to a man unless she absolutely had to).

She heard her own name and paid closer attention. Seems she was to be useful and she did so enjoy hearing her name on Delilah's lips.

Fleur left, heading back to her own little piece of paradise and awaited the word. She expected things to get very exciting, very quickly. So better she rested when she could.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: The Kingston-Gray Household
Skills: N/A
Powers: N/A

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Sabine didn't quite know what to expect when she came to and Max had grabbed her, but after their conversation she was feeling much better.

Max made a circular motion with his right hand, a portal made of stardust rippling before them much like what the students who were staying with the Kingston-Gray's first saw when arriving to New Orleans. Those within the kitchen would be able to see the Palace structure behind Sabine and Max. Sabine however could see the kitchen and those inside it awaiting on the other side. Max placed his hand on her shoulder gently before urging her to go in. "I'll go speak to them, just try and relax. You're in a household surrounded by friends, I'll come get you when I'm done ok?" He offered her a warm smile and then he was off, quickly approaching the Seance room upstairs.

Sabine stepped through the portal into the kitchen, where she saw the others. She intended to make up for her actions, on purpose or not, to James and Casper, but she had not planned on how she would interact with the others. Danni seemed fine while they were trapped, but who knows how he felt now? Dorian probably hated her and April would be more concerned for Danni. Andy and Percy were there, which helped, though she wondered how the two of them felt after finding out she had almost hurt one of their guardians for the night as well as taking Vicki and Danni on a little adventure. The only saving grace was when her eyes landed on Leah.

She stood a moment, taking her in. She would have to talk to Leah about it, about what happened. If for no other reason than to have a relationship built on trust.

Sabine walked over to Leah and wrapped her arms around her. She just needed that moment before things quickly got worse. "Hey," she said. Once she was satisfied, Sabine let go.

She turned to where a colorful assortment of drinks was prepared. "Milkshakes, I could use one. Which one's mine?"

The Season of the Enlightened

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Lord Ingram Poe sat in a small room that was attached to the main office. This was his little domain where he did his best work. Ever since his own Enlightened abilities manifested, he felt he was able to utilize them in a close space. This was, in part, due to his fear of enclosed spaces ever since he was a child and his brother locked him in a trunk and left there crying for hours. A story he does not share nor dwell on. The room itself was not small in feeling, though, which helped his work.

Ingram had sent out a notice for the school that new, prospective students could come to his office for a meeting. This was to have any questions answered as well as to get to know the new students. Ingram enjoyed being more involved with the day-to-day business, though he knew he needed to rely on his staff just as much.

He could feel them when he reached out. His power allowed him to find new Enlightened, especially once they awoke to their abilities. There were three fresh-faced students waiting to meet with him. One was Edward Blackmore. Lord Ingram had heard of the Blackmore name, though his recollection of a young Edward failed him. Edward had the Enlightened ability for ice and snow. A fascinating ability Ingram had seen some time before. His father, in particular, enjoyed those with elemental abilities.

There was also Lady Selina Nightingale. Her Enlightened ability was something quite unique. Though Enlightened abilities that utilized tools or other such detritus was not out of the ordinary, Ingram could scarcely recall in any of the texts he read of an ability associated to chess pieces. Sporting equipment, perhaps. It was remarkable and Ingram could not wait to see how it performed.

Lastly, Josephine Montague. Or Jo, as they preferred. Lord Ingram took some small amount of pride in being more "progressive" in terms of how gender could be demonstrated and wanted to be respectful of all his new students, much to the dismay of some of his staff members (ironic being that some of them, with their abilities, would be called "different" at best. One could shoot fire out of their mouth, but God strike them down if a lady dared to wear breeches instead of a skirt). Her ability was illusion and hallucination. Powers that could spell trouble, but Ingram didn't want to judge a person by their abilities alone. History is thick with human beings doing just that.

He stood from his sitting position and put on his overcoat and came into his office. There was a sitting area in the corner, long bookshelves stood along the walls. There were giant windows that overlooked the countryside outside. Candles were lit on his desk that held all manner of books, tools, a globe, and papers scattered. It was a mess, but it was his well-put-together mess.

Lord Ingram took a breath and a moment before he went to the big doors that stood between his office and the waiting room outside. He stepped through a bit, eyeing each of the prodigies that were there. "Hello, students. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Ingram Poe, headmaster of this school, and we at St. Eustice's School for the Enlightened welcome you to its hallowed halls. I am sure you have questions, so please, step inside." He left the door open and allowed them entrance.

Gesturing to the plentful seats, he stood off, allowing them to sit where they chose. "Please, have a seat. I have tea being brought in shortly as well as some sweets, should you like."

Once the new students got the situation, Lord Ingram continued. "I'd like to start by saying I hope you all find what you need from this school and my aim is to provide that for you. There are many accommodations made depending on need. I would like to start with some introductions if you do not mind. I am Lord Ingram Poe, as I said, and my Enlightened ability is to sense other Enlightened people, either close or far away. I am able to sense their abilities and can even sense it before their abilities awaken. Part of why some of the students are here is because I knew what they would be before they did."

A woman came in with a tray and set it on the table in front of the students. There was a teapot and some cups, a cup of milk, some honey, and a plate with what looked like cookies. Ingram gestured towards it. "Please, help yourselves. And whoever wishes to speak next, please."

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The school gardens were a source of pride, sometimes shared with the outside community. Events were held here occasionally as Lady Ivory Sutton kept them controlled and maintained. Lady Ivory was a red-haired woman in her mid-40s whose Enlightened abilities were control of earth and plantation, able to grow beautiful flowers and, some rumors said, speak to them and be spoken to. Most did not dare try anything with the flowers since the last time someone did, the poor boy was picking thorns out of his backside for weeks, or so someone shared.

As Charlotte would see in the gardens, she was not alone. A young lord and lady were amongst the small trees, though the two were not doing anything untoward; it was clear from their explicit body language that they wanted to. The young lady giggled softly, and the gentleman whispered something in her ear. Or, was he whispering?

They didn't notice anyone else, lost in their tryst.

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Aoko walked along the hallway, hoping to make it outdoors for some meditation, when she heard the telltale signs of a scuffle. One of the school's resident teachers of the art of weaponry, Aoko was not unfamiliar with the sounds, though it was interesting there were no classes happening regarding combat, at least as far as she was aware.

Her sword clung to its sheath along her hip as she made her way closer. The sounds died down and she could see one student walking away. She could tell he had a wounded pride, among other things, as she turned to see who had done the deed. She was surprised to see a fellow teacher. "I take it you got through to him?" Aoko asked, gesturing to the departing student and following behind Silas, catching up to him. "I know Lord Poe gives us more leniency with lessons, but I would still tread carefully. How are you this fine day Sylas?"

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Mr. Maleficar sat in his office, makeshift though it was, reading paper after paper. Though there was no emotion on his face, inside he was filled with anger. He preferred movement. Here one day, gone the next. A circus did not do well confined to one place for a length of time. There was only so much enjoyment over gymnasts, jugglers, clowns, and animal shows given to people before they got bored. And bored people spent money elsewhere.

But as it was, they would be here for a while. Some of the staff knew and knew better than to let it slip they would be staying longer than intended. Mr. Maleficar planned to break the news, sure, perhaps after a good night when people's bellies and pockets were full.

He needed new blood. He was proud of his family here, proud of the people who have gathered far and wide to be here, but if he had any hope of continuing, he would need to think of something.

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Big Bulma walked through, speaking to staff as they moved quickly, carrying their tricks of their trade to the designated spot. Things were progressing quickly, thankfully. They were set to have things done in time for today's show. She swung around and spotted the strongman, Alphonse. Big Bulma enjoyed his performances greatly. She was also a little jealous. Alphonse's strength didn't make him a pariah as much as it did her. Still, she bit it down as she did all self-depricating thoughts and put on a warm smile as she spotted the man carrying his weights. "Alphonse, let me help ya with that, love. We're kin, after all."

Big Bulma took pride in representing them all as a family. She would try to get people together ater shows or on days they had off to spend time, drink, dance, eat, and enjoy. Some joined regularly, others occasionally, and some not at all.

"Are ya excited for the show today? Seems like a real good'un. I tell ya, lovey, as much as I feel exhausted afterwards, there's something about this that moves ya, eh?"

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Prudence ran along the halls, eager to get to her destination. She bumped into a few of the other girls and ignored the looks of hatred and anger. She was not well-liked amongst her peers here despite her continued efforts in doing all she could for them. It was her proximity of closeness to Lady Rosemarie that did her in. Lady Rosemarie often called on her for favors. Prudence helped any of the staff if they asked. Moreso because it filled the boredom she held in her gut.

Since coming here, she had been a terror in the beginning. She fought hard against any hand that was held out to her in aid. She spat back lessons, kicked staff square in the shins, and scoffed at any consequence offered. However, Lady Rosemarie showed a great deal of patience. And soon, Prudence found herself growing more accustomed to the Haven and its workings. Eventually, she found herself actually enjoying the learning. School and lessons was not in her future at a young age, so this opportunity was invaluable.

Prudence twisted herself through a throng of girls giggling with each other and she felt a twinge of longing. No, she didn't care. Eventually, she slipped past Tagen the Third and knew she was heading in the right direction. She spotted her mark and slowed down to a walk, approaching carefully. "Mr. Hennigar," she said, curtsying. It was often requested for the girls here to be polite to the staff and have manners. It wasn't often met with punishment, but more it was practice or if they needed to ever blend in with those who expected that sort of thing. "I apologize if I am bothering you, but I wished to know if you have need of me following your bone servant again like last time. To ensure he doesn't get in trouble. Or, perhaps, I can help with something else?" She hoped beyond hope to do something. Anything to get out of the monotony that was her life.

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Mayweather scurried through the halls, passing along the message Lady Rosemarie had given her. She informed some of the staff and had them pass it along to their students. Mayweather approached where she expected Lady Melody to be and, right as rain, there she was. Mayweather enjoyed Lady Melody's company. While some were wary of the woman Mayweather knew better than to judge others unfairly. As a girl she was often mistreated and left to fend for herself, which gave her an unfortunate reputation.

Wasn't it wonderful how that reputation landed her employment?

She knocked lightly on the door and stepped in, attempting to not rouse the young ward who appeared to be resting. "Sorry to bother you missus Melody, but I have a announcement from Lady Rosemarie. There is to be a meeting before classes tomorrow of, I believe she said, the utmost importance." Mayweather stepped closer, inspecting the surroundings. "You do good work, dove. I cannae say I would do as well in your shoes."