@Flamelord haha, yeah, my bad on that part. I assumed you all saw it was up because of @FernStone xD
Haha, and is she being sarcastic about lovely weather in Scotland or is the rain really pleasant there? Never been to Scotland myself (most I know are from books, travel guides and friends lucky enough to go,) so I wouldn't know.
Meruin woke up, her eyes staring blearily at the unfamiliar ceiling above her. Then she went back to sleep. She dreamed of magic and greatness and power as it coursed through her fingertips and molded as she commanded. She imagined using her grand power to lift herself to a domain beyond the skies of earth to the great unknowns that dominated the dimensions beyond theirs and pitting her power against the forces of nature that resided there, pushing her already unfathomable power to its limits. She felt the rush of battle, the sheer rapture that came with herself placed at the very edge, where one failure meant death.
Meruin dreamed of glorious victory, and her dominion unchallenged! She dreamed of using her power to reshape the world in her image, causing the sky to turn brown as it rained maple syrup upon hills of crisp waffles! The vast ocean paling into cool, delicious dairy milk, and tall steadfast trees of bread oozed out sap made from the most exquisite cheese on earth!
Meruin dreamed that she got up from bed, walked drearily towards the fridge and promptly smashed her face into its doors!
Meruin realized that she was probably not dreaming anymore.
"Gyak!" cried Meruin, holding her hands up to her face to put pressure on the sudden spike of pain. Taking a seat around the dining table, Meruin put her head down and grumbled; she was truly not a morning person. Tilting her head to eye the fridge, she raised a lazy hand towards it and flicked. In response the doors of the refrigerator glowed as a rune appeared on it and snapped open, revealing its contents. Meruin made another flick and an apple decorated itself on her face.
More grumbling ensued followed by the violent mutilation of an apple that was devoured shortly afterwards.
"Aleksandra~?" moaned Meruin miserably, not moving from her place on the table. "If you are there, I regret to inform you that I am feeling slightly indolent at the moment and therefore incapable of preparing breakfast. Can you prepare breakfast for us please?"
Meanwhile Meruin felt that the morning air was slightly chilly today. She should probably put on clothes soon before she catches a cold.
Everyone! I'm going to get the first post up in a few hours so get ready :D In the meantime, @Oz & @Cinderella Man I'll still waiting on your characters, so anytime you're ready . . . \(^_^)/
Bishop leaned against the window, and Veil's white head poked out from his pocket. He glanced at the owl, and seeing very little hostility towards his pocket, Bishop relaxed and let Veil explore the seat.
"What houses do you guys want to get in?" He asked while simultaneously watching over Veil. "I'm hoping for either Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Bishop worked on making the air in the train car less awkward, even though he would glare at Hayes's owl every few minutes. @Madly33@TheHangedMan
Karen recovered quickly, having said her piece, and turned to Bishop. Pausing for a moment, Karen realized she has never really considered what House she wanted to be a part of; she knew what she wanted when she got to Hogwarts - that ultimately being Head Girl, Prefect, and Special Awardee, however everything in-between was somewhat of a blur for her. She took a few seconds to consider her answer, and came to a conclusion: "I suppose my hopes are the same as yours. Ravenclaw or Slytherin would be nice, though I admit I am more partial towards Ravenclaw, as of the moment. It's not for the stigma that each House has, mind you, but the kind of people I think I would be more comfortable surrounded by."
The Man approached Sol's fallen form, accompanied by a respectful silence. He crouched down, gripping Sol's shoulders where it was ravaged. When he released his grip, the damage was gone, along with the rest of his injuries.
"Truly, this Academy is the one place where I can stave off the boredom of time," he mused, rising up from the ground. Fo flew away from her perch on the throne, a grin adorning her adorable face.
"Well, isn't that why we contracted ourselves here in the first place?"
"Indeed, it is," agreed the Man with a nod of his head. He raised a brow when he noticed that Fo was looking at him strangely. "What is it?"
"Well, I know that it isn't fatal - to you, anyway - but seeing that sword sticking out of your shoulder is disconcerting."
Looking at his shoulder, the Man realized that indeed, Sol's blade was still lodged inside. His face turned understanding, he gripped the sword and pulled it out without so much as a twitch. He placed the bloodied sword in Sol's hand, and turned to Fo.
"Well, please send him to his room, Fo."
In a wink, Sol was resting on a bed in his dormitory room, blankets wrapped over him, courtesy of Fo.
Meruin's mouth made a small 'o' of understanding, and she nodded. "Yes, I had wondered what that was. So that's Aura? I'd heard from Mistress Chase - I'm sorry, the friend of my Master - that Aura was a staple for many combat oriented Mages. Indeed, it's very versatile, though I myself can't use it. I've willingly suppressed my own aura, in return for heightened magical sensitivity."
With that explanation waved her hands around, meant as demonstration of her inability to use her aura. "Then again, it's not as if I would have had much use for my Aura. I was already . . . physically challenged before, and after a few . . . secret things, I'm even worse off, in that respect."
"Excuse me for a moment." Meruin washed herself off and stood up, finished bathing. Drying herself with a towel, Meruin stepped out of the bathroom uncovered, and released a deep yawn. Her eyes spotting the kitchen, the tiny mage walked off toward the fridge, popped it open and looked around. She frowned. "Tch, no milk. Must remember to purchase some later."
Passing by the bathroom, she uttered a quick, "Good night," And walked back to the her bed and wriggled under the sheets. She didn't resurface.
@FernStone I think it's actually the equivalent of (U.S.A's) 4th year of highschool (if we're talking about the Scottish S4, anyway); this is from what I've read, anyway.
Accepted, btw. Move 'er over to the character tab. Now we just wait for @Flamelord & @Oz character's and we can start :)
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