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1.January.2037
Morning
It was 9 o'clock in the morning, an hour before lectures started. That one extra hour was a sign of goodwill by the principal who had decided people would be too sleepy anyway to pay any attention after the new year celebrations last night. It struck Tokarin as peculiar as their bootcamp-like regime involved being woken up on short notice most mornings.
In any case, she appreciated the extra hour. Not because she hadn't slept much, really, but just because she wasn't a morning person in general. The worn face in the mirror said as much.
Gathering up her energy she gnawed at the toothpaste infused water and spat it out, putting her toothbrush back in its container. She gave her face an ice-cold wash, her feathers bristling in protest, and evaluated the result in the mirror. Not great but satisfactory, still dripping wet.
A click behind her made her eyes shift in the direction of one of the shower cabins of the communal baths. What came out was a guy and he let out a yelp just as Tokarin heard a loud hick escape her throat. For some reason she whirled around, pressing her back against the sink like a cornered animal. The boy probably felt the same as he slammed the door of the shower cabin between them and shouted through it.
“The hell are you doing in the men's showers?!”
“I-I-I--” She gasped, trying to convey in a sensible manner that she hadn't realised it as the males' bathroom at all, and failing dramatically. Her face felt like it was on fire, and so did her brain, blocking all rational thought out of it. In a fit of panic she covered her face and pulled her wings around herself, hoping against hope that the guy wouldn't remember her as she gave up explaining and ran out of the facility. She ran all the way down a hallway and sneaked in a small dark corridor, back pressing against a big stairwell.
Tokarin gave herself a few minutes to calm down before dropping her hands off her face and getting to her feet again. It occurred to her that it wasn't her face but the wings that would betray who she was but she tried not to dwell on it as she walked to the diner.
It was a grand space, and, like everything here, didn't contain half as many residents as it was intended to. The teachers didn't have their own diner but they usually sat at the far end, engaging with each other rather than the students. There was a buffet table to the right of the door containing all kinds of weird and wonderful dishes of a variety of cultures and even just the sight of it made the girl forget all about the incident.
Staring at the rainbow of colours and tastes she found herself unable to decide between the Chinese vegetable dumplings and the Bulgarian white cheese-filled pastry, between the kiwi jelly and the apple strudel and between the espresso and the americano. In the end she made her choice, grabbed the items and whirled around, determined to at least choose a table quickly. Spotting an unfamiliar face she headed straight to it and took a seat, greeting instead of asking if it's appropriate.
Morning
It was 9 o'clock in the morning, an hour before lectures started. That one extra hour was a sign of goodwill by the principal who had decided people would be too sleepy anyway to pay any attention after the new year celebrations last night. It struck Tokarin as peculiar as their bootcamp-like regime involved being woken up on short notice most mornings.
In any case, she appreciated the extra hour. Not because she hadn't slept much, really, but just because she wasn't a morning person in general. The worn face in the mirror said as much.
Gathering up her energy she gnawed at the toothpaste infused water and spat it out, putting her toothbrush back in its container. She gave her face an ice-cold wash, her feathers bristling in protest, and evaluated the result in the mirror. Not great but satisfactory, still dripping wet.
A click behind her made her eyes shift in the direction of one of the shower cabins of the communal baths. What came out was a guy and he let out a yelp just as Tokarin heard a loud hick escape her throat. For some reason she whirled around, pressing her back against the sink like a cornered animal. The boy probably felt the same as he slammed the door of the shower cabin between them and shouted through it.
“The hell are you doing in the men's showers?!”
“I-I-I--” She gasped, trying to convey in a sensible manner that she hadn't realised it as the males' bathroom at all, and failing dramatically. Her face felt like it was on fire, and so did her brain, blocking all rational thought out of it. In a fit of panic she covered her face and pulled her wings around herself, hoping against hope that the guy wouldn't remember her as she gave up explaining and ran out of the facility. She ran all the way down a hallway and sneaked in a small dark corridor, back pressing against a big stairwell.
Tokarin gave herself a few minutes to calm down before dropping her hands off her face and getting to her feet again. It occurred to her that it wasn't her face but the wings that would betray who she was but she tried not to dwell on it as she walked to the diner.
It was a grand space, and, like everything here, didn't contain half as many residents as it was intended to. The teachers didn't have their own diner but they usually sat at the far end, engaging with each other rather than the students. There was a buffet table to the right of the door containing all kinds of weird and wonderful dishes of a variety of cultures and even just the sight of it made the girl forget all about the incident.
Staring at the rainbow of colours and tastes she found herself unable to decide between the Chinese vegetable dumplings and the Bulgarian white cheese-filled pastry, between the kiwi jelly and the apple strudel and between the espresso and the americano. In the end she made her choice, grabbed the items and whirled around, determined to at least choose a table quickly. Spotting an unfamiliar face she headed straight to it and took a seat, greeting instead of asking if it's appropriate.
Hang in there, Count! I hope things pick up for you.
Hehe Mikael, welcome back. I still haven't read Genno's CS but have a think about how he's going to fit in as this season is strongly centered around the Academy.
Kraux, you're all waiting on me to come up with a good way to start the next day. xD Which I'm having trouble doing due to birthdays and whatnot. Of course, if anyone has the inspiration to start in any way, be my guest.
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You're welcome to join if you want. ^ ^
The air was cool but the temperature was above freezing and the layer of ice covering the tiles of the roof was thin enough to melt under somebody's heat. It was dark and quiet all around. The only light was coming from the dim lamps in the gardens far below and the cityscape far, far away.
Sound was distant too. If he closed his eyes and concentrated he thought he could feel the hum of the party beneath his back. Then he realised it was just the beating of his own heart. There were too many floors of empty space between him and everyone else.
A deep breath filled his lungs with intoxicating sweet smoke.
A blissful sigh escaped his lips.
This was peace.
A very short-lived peace.
It started with a faint rustling. Then some quiet grunting became audible and piqued his curiosity, making him open his eyes.
It was his classmate, the angel. She was currently trying to pull herself up on the rooftop and if he wasn't mistaken her legs and wings were swaying in the wind under the ledge, trying to prevent her upper body from falling.
“Tictoc, right on time. We're expecting some heavenly lights in a few minutes.” He joked as he got up and went to give her a hand. She welcomed it and seemed to appreciate the joke with a smile.
“Bizzare that we had the same idea, huh?”
“Not as bizzare as watching an angel climb up a roof when she could just float atop of it.” He grinned. Tokarin smiled sheepishly. “Didn't think it through. Falling is more dangerous when there's something to hit close under, isn't it? Mind if I stay?”
Fen shook his head and sat back down, taking another whiff of his joint, eyes roaming the horizon. Loom's skyline was a beautiful mess of light and darkness, of buildings and ruins.
Next to him the angel's feathers rustled as she sat a few meters away and hugged her knees, staring in the distance like he was. It reminded her of Heaven, of home – a place she both hated and somehow missed. The silence here was different, it was never as engulfing as it was back there. It was never that complete because there was always someone to share it with.
The wind was catching small hairs that hadn't fit in the braid and tickled her face with them. A cloud of invisible smoke drifted past her and it smelled of something heavy, sticky and sweet. Her eyes shifted in the direction it had come from and fell on Fenrir. All he was wearing was a black T-shirt and some ripped jeans while she was already feeling a slight chill.
“Aren't you cold?”
“No.” He responded sleepily, not looking at her. She fell quiet for a moment before continuing.
“Is that burning thing keeping you warm?”
“Nnnnope.” He dragged out, then chuckled softly and looked at her. The look of curiosity on her face made his smirk more sincere and he outstretched his hand towards her. “Wanna try?”
Tokarin took the joint and gave it a go, taking a brave whiff. The sounds of chocking and chuckling intertwined soon after.
“That's poison.” She coughed out bitterly and grimaced, handing him back the malicious smoke.
“That it is.” He agreed, content washing over him once again.
Tokarin shook her head and laid down on her back, looking up to the stars and waiting for the colourful man-made creations that would soon overshadow them.
Sound was distant too. If he closed his eyes and concentrated he thought he could feel the hum of the party beneath his back. Then he realised it was just the beating of his own heart. There were too many floors of empty space between him and everyone else.
A deep breath filled his lungs with intoxicating sweet smoke.
A blissful sigh escaped his lips.
This was peace.
A very short-lived peace.
It started with a faint rustling. Then some quiet grunting became audible and piqued his curiosity, making him open his eyes.
It was his classmate, the angel. She was currently trying to pull herself up on the rooftop and if he wasn't mistaken her legs and wings were swaying in the wind under the ledge, trying to prevent her upper body from falling.
“Tictoc, right on time. We're expecting some heavenly lights in a few minutes.” He joked as he got up and went to give her a hand. She welcomed it and seemed to appreciate the joke with a smile.
“Bizzare that we had the same idea, huh?”
“Not as bizzare as watching an angel climb up a roof when she could just float atop of it.” He grinned. Tokarin smiled sheepishly. “Didn't think it through. Falling is more dangerous when there's something to hit close under, isn't it? Mind if I stay?”
Fen shook his head and sat back down, taking another whiff of his joint, eyes roaming the horizon. Loom's skyline was a beautiful mess of light and darkness, of buildings and ruins.
Next to him the angel's feathers rustled as she sat a few meters away and hugged her knees, staring in the distance like he was. It reminded her of Heaven, of home – a place she both hated and somehow missed. The silence here was different, it was never as engulfing as it was back there. It was never that complete because there was always someone to share it with.
The wind was catching small hairs that hadn't fit in the braid and tickled her face with them. A cloud of invisible smoke drifted past her and it smelled of something heavy, sticky and sweet. Her eyes shifted in the direction it had come from and fell on Fenrir. All he was wearing was a black T-shirt and some ripped jeans while she was already feeling a slight chill.
“Aren't you cold?”
“No.” He responded sleepily, not looking at her. She fell quiet for a moment before continuing.
“Is that burning thing keeping you warm?”
“Nnnnope.” He dragged out, then chuckled softly and looked at her. The look of curiosity on her face made his smirk more sincere and he outstretched his hand towards her. “Wanna try?”
Tokarin took the joint and gave it a go, taking a brave whiff. The sounds of chocking and chuckling intertwined soon after.
“That's poison.” She coughed out bitterly and grimaced, handing him back the malicious smoke.
“That it is.” He agreed, content washing over him once again.
Tokarin shook her head and laid down on her back, looking up to the stars and waiting for the colourful man-made creations that would soon overshadow them.
Yes, Count, it's different. :) This is the prequel of the New Age, it takes place 178 years before it. It's 22 years after Judas obtained the Essence and 3 months after his death and the creation of the Academy. :)
So guys, I have a question - when do the new rules take effect?
Harrison is away until Monday, just fyi. :) But I'll wait for him before the time-skip (to the daytime) so you yould have plenty of time. :)
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