Riven Wight

Sector X (Invite only)

@kittyluna45
I'm sad to see it go. Thanks for the opportunity to be a part of this, though, no matter how short it lasted!

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Thayva watched the young dracon in his attempt at hiding his toy before dropping it oh so nonchalantly in the chest, the toy making a light thunk as it landed among the other items inside.
The corner of her mouth quirked up at Arjun's admittance. “I guessed that much, love.” She uncrossed her arms and placed a gentle hand on Arjun’s shoulder. “As long as it doesn't interfere with your studies, it’ll be here when you return. Now go on.” She nodded to the door and patted him on the back. “You’ll be late for class.”

* * *

The small halfling child made his way to the hall that eventually led to the various classrooms. He paused near one of the corners, letting a large group of mostly older kids pass by, his height aiding him in remaining unnoticed. At least, so he thought.
He felt the hairs on his back tingle with the sensation of being watched. He looked up and scanned the mass of bodies, trying to find a pair of eyes on him, but the feeling had already dissipated. A lingering glance his way, perhaps? For as long as the boy could remember—which, if he was honest, was not all that long—he could tell when someone looked at him with more than a quick glance. But, in a crowd of nearly one-hundred-fifty, it could have been anyone who saw him between the other bodies.
Shaking off the thoughts, he stole out through the doorway behind the oblivious group, occasionally glancing over his shoulder and jumping at any sudden, loud sound that echoed through the area.

* * *

Nick stood soon after Laya and followed the girls toward the table.
Not wanting to be left too far behind, Tor savagely finished tearing at the little bit remaining on her plate, and lumbered after, her sharp teeth still chewing at a chunk of ham. She took up the rear of the group, her thick, scaly light green tail swishing behind her.
Kia’s face hardened when Aurelian started speaking. She slowed her pace, gesturing for the older girls to keep going, and fell back to be closer to the boys and better hear Nick’s answer.
Nick glanced to Kia, then sighed. “Not unless you know magic.”
“Actually,” Kia turned to face them. She took a couple slow steps backward, then stopped, her voice low as she continued. “Make sure Greentail’s closer to the center of the room come lunch. It’ll make things easier to give the lizard his just desserts. Well, at least I’d think it would for Nick, wouldn’t it?” She looked to Nick with an overly innocent expression.
Nick gave a snorted chuckle. “Yeah. The center would be best.”
Kai grinned, winked at the two, then hurried to catch up with the other girls.
Tor rolled her eyes from behind them. “Hurry up, you two. I swear, you’re slower than a wounded snail slithering through molasses.”

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

No hurries! We both know I took my time. XD

Edit: By the way, thanks for your patience. I appreciate it.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Technically, in what I have, it's that these five just happen to fit the criteria/personality the original leaders had out of all the other descendants floating around out there, and the crystal knows it thanks to the magic it's been imbued with. But it didn't know it until it was actually needed, and it wasn't really written that it was going to happen, just that the leaders were worried that it might... so, yeah. :-)

They Live Among Us (Vampiricchild x Siaya)

Victoria frowned at the reminder of the extra threat of her own race. As if just the supernaturals running around were not enough. Sometimes, she wondered how many of the attacks attributed to the supernaturals were, in fact, fabrications of cunning criminals, and vice versa.
Her frown turned to a smile when Alex gripped the door’s edge. She ducked under his arm, then faced him.
“Why, thank you, kind sir.” She gave a rather clumsy curtsy, lifting the skirts of an invisible dress. She straightened, then exited the café.
The crisp scent of rain saturated the air, overpowering many of the foul city scents. The slick streets and sidewalks glistened in the light shining through windows and the little remaining sun filtering through the cloud-cover.
Victoria stepped to the side of the doorway and looked back, the rain drumming against her. She watched Alex for a moment, thankful for the millionth time for the friendship they shared. Lately, she had felt herself crushing on him. She hated the feelings. Victoria valued the relationship she and Alex already had too much to even imagine it being more. The last thing she wanted was to risk pushing him away. She had already lost far too many friendships in her lifetime before she had simply stopped trying, and this was one she wanted desperately to keep.

Mystic Orphanage (Aristocles and Siaya Dragalorn)

Faint crackles and pops reached Thayva’s sensitive ears as she reached Arjun’s room. She recognized the sound of the firework toy currently quite popular among the children of the town. She opened the door in time to see him place his hands behind his back. She crossed her arms as the young dracon addressed her.
Thayva raised her scaly brows. “Good morning to you.” She held her hand out toward him, palm facing up, waiting for him to hand over the object behind his back. “Your father and I overslept a bit. Have you been down to breakfast?”

* * *

The halfling boy sighed as the loud voice sliced through the relative silence of his little alcove, announcing the end of breakfast. He sat on a rather rugged pillow he had salvaged from the garbage. Straw stuffing stuck out from a few holes, while crude stitching kept larger parts of the fabric together.
He quickly finished off his plate of food, then stood. He glanced to his little alcove, his sanctuary. Noticing another larger rip forming in the cushion, he sighed again. Making a mental note to come back and sew it up later, he sluggishly made his way back to the dining hall, his bare, furry feet dragging against the floor. Voices echoed down the hall, growing quickly louder as they echoed off the wood walls and floor.
He stopped in the hall opening leading into the larger, crowded room. Already, orphans had begun to stack their empty plates on the long table where the food had been a short while before. His attention snapped over as angry shouts rose above the others.
A small group of pre-teen dwarves, humans, and halflings stood in a circle about a yard from the mute boy, a couple with plates and the others without. A dwarven girl looked about ready to murder an elven boy with smirk on his face. A few of the staff had started to make their way over to the group as the mute boy cautiously inched away.
One of the staff, a male dwarf with a thick beard down to his knees, stepped close to the group, gaining the dwarven girl’s attention. She snorted, turned from the others, then stormed toward the exit.
The mute boy gave a relieved sigh and hurried toward the table to add his plate to the stacks already there.
A lizardboy the halfling knew to be only a little over a year older bumped into him, hard. The boy gasped and fell to the floor, his plate clattering in front of him.
“Watch it, Brownie,” the lizardboy hissed, barely managing to step over the halfling on his way to the table.
The mute boy laid there for a moment, glaring after the lizardboy. The race some of the crueler kids had taken to calling him rang in his ears.
I’m not a brownie, he thought angrily as he knelt and picked up his plate. He looked it over to make sure it did not crack. Finding a small chip on the bottom, he gave a grumbling sigh and hurried to place it with the others.

* * *

Nick shrugged at Aurelian’s thanks. “Yep. But don’t think me yet until it’s done.”
Laya grabbed her own plate and placed it in her lap as she and the others at her table hurried to finish. She couldn’t quite keep a grin from quirking her lips at the dwarf’s question. “Why would those two be up to something?”
She caught Kia as the redhead cast her a warning glance at Laya’s tone of voice. Laya cleared her throat as Laura continued, and cast a glance to Jorn. “Oh really?” She drew out the second word. “That’ll be fun for you guys.”
Tor guzzled down the meats on her plate, earning her a repulsed look from Ilyrana.
“You’re going to make me sick, Tor!” Ilyrana complained, placing a hand over her mouth in emphasis.
Tor looked up at the elf. “How do you think I feel about your disgusting veggie diet?” Tor smiled at the elf, showing off her rows of sharp teeth. “You guys need to get some meat in you! It’ll do you good!” She raised a rather thick chunk of ham in emphasis, before shoving it in her mouth.
Ilyrana’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “Yeah, I’ll pass.” She grabbed her mostly empty plate and stood. Kai joined her, and the two headed toward the table.
Laya glanced up at them, then finished off the small amount remaining on her plate. “See you later, Laura!” She stood, and looked to Tor and the boys. Tor gave a quick wave without taking her full attention from her food. Nick nodded in farewell before she followed after the other two elven girls.

The Collector (2) [Closed]

Northwood Academy

....Freak out because the school EATS KIDS!?

@kittyluna45

Nah. That's just another day in the neighborhood.

Northwood Academy

Within the Gym

Zaylin maneuvered expertly through the bodies crowding the gym, trying to stay further away from most of them while remaining within earshot. She tried to find others familiar to her, someone else to perhaps ask about what Amy had told them--if she told them anything at all. Her roommate, Athena, maybe. With the mission to find Athena on her mind, she rescanned the crowds. Worry settled in her stomach when she could not find the older girl.
She’s probably still on a bus or something. She took a deep breath, trying to banish the thought that her roommate had truly gone missing. Or maybe back in our room.
The urge to use her powers to lift her up enough to see over the many heads became overwhelming. Among all the unfamiliar people, she finally caught a glimpse of Stella and Tobias talking with a brunet girl. Glad to have spotted some friendly faces, Zaylin hurried toward them. Her pace slowed as a freckle-faced redhead joined the others.
“…a specialty that can get us out of here,” the redhead was saying as Zaylin neared enough to hear her above the other conversations, a thick British accent in her voice.
Curiosity fought against her worry, and she stole near them as the girl finished speaking. She caught a quick glimpse of a magical light around the red-head’s fingers as she stepped beside the group, the brunet answering the other girl’s question.
“I’m in.” Zaylin cocked her head and blew an extra-long strand of her bangs from her eyes. “What is it you--”
Before she could finish her inquiry, the headmistress’ voice rose above the others, calling a relative silence to fall as students eagerly listened to what the woman had to say. The mere sight of the woman made Zaylin growl, the sound low and guttural.
She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow at Miss Staniford's ‘report.’
“Because we haven’t figured that out already?” Zaylin grumbled, shifting her weight to one foot.
Her gaze darkened further when the headmistress answered the question someone else asked, the question, she was sure, was at the top of everyone’s minds, with a short, vague statement. Zaylin leaned forward slightly, as if trying to hear better as the woman obliged the second student from somewhere in the crowd.
“The school feeds on your abilities.”
“It does WHAT?” Zaylin shouted, her slack-jawed expression changing to crinkled anger. Her hands moved to her sides and balled into fists. Licks of flame danced over her knuckles. However, her voice only joined the many others whom Miss Staniford had lost with that statement, losing the rest as she finished.
At least they knew now, to some small extent, why they were there, stuck in a loop that brought them right back to the school. But that single answer only spawned more questions, as answers so often do, especially when told by the mouths of unwilling adults:
Was the school itself some sort of sentient being, or was it actually something deeper, something lurking and living within the very stones themselves? How long had the headmistress known about this? How much did she really know, but was not telling them? Most importantly, how in the world were they supposed to combat something they knew nothing about?
Others tried to shout their own questions up at Miss Staniford, but their voices merged with each other, forming a giant mesh of noise with an occasional partial sentence more audible above the others.
Zaylin had the feeling the headmistress would offer little help besides the advice to ‘stay in groups.’ Not willingly, at least. Surely she had some sort of documentation of the place hidden somewhere. She had to have found out about the building somehow, after all. But where would she keep something like that?
Stella’s message was about the library, she thought, but I doubt she’d keep something like that somewhere anyone could find it… Her office would be a good place to start. Her jaw set in determination and fists clenched slightly harder. Looks like I’ll get to try my hand at breaking and entering.
Zaylin looked to the others in the group, the noise of the students getting on her nerves. “If she’s,” she nodded toward the headmistress, her voice a low growl and gruffer than she intended, “finished being unhelpful, what do you say we get out of here? Find somewhere quieter to talk.”

Northwood Academy

@Kirah
Eh, ended up getting a new computer. *Sigh.* Technology hates me. But at least I have a new toy to play with...

I'm going to be out of town from Friday to Monday, though, so I'll check back in after that!