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"Mmmm, nice attack Ace. Maybe I should start honing my melee skills though." Sobble summons a dagger. "This will work for me, maybe my magic can somehow make the dagger stronger however." Sobble starts swinging the dagger at the dummy relentlessly. "Man how I wish there was a competition where we had to fight in order to win something. I kinda like fighting but it's just been pretty boring here."

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"What you wanna try fighting?" Ace looks at sobble

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"Well yeah, like I kinda want to test my abilities and spells but in a way that the opponent can also attack. What do you think Ace? You want to fight me? That is if you're ok with it." Sobble starts questioning if fighting would be a good thing in terms of people getting hurt.

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"Well i'm ready but maybe lets not turns it into like a fight that cause bad injuries alright" Ace turns to sobble

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"Alright, I guess we'll prepare for the fight. Tell me when you're ready." Sobble walks away for a bit to think about his battle plan. Sobble hopes he doesn't hurt Ace too much but also thinks that he should go all out. "Alright Ace, I'm ready I guess? What about you?"

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"I'm always ready" Ace snapped his finger and summons 2 giant skulls and summons out his own skull death's scythe

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"Ok, try me." Sobble starts quickly flipping through his spellbook. "Summon Dagger!" A Dagger appears and falls into Sobble's hand. "Blazing Strike, I won't hold back!" The tip of the dagger gets surrounded by fire and Sobble swings at Ace.

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Ace has his hand pointing to sobble and the skull began blasting their beam from their mouth right to sobble

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"Reflect!" A barrier made of magic appears in front of Sobble and reflects the beam attack. "Phew, that could've gone bad."

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"Nice reflexes" Ace stabbed the ground using his scythe and the ground cracked where ace stabbed and began shows up many bones to sobbles direction

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Sobble narrowly dodges the attack and uses another spell. "Thunder Orb!" Sobble casts the spell and an orb made of thunder appears and explodes above Ace. "Hah! Take that you fool!" Sobble rushes towards Ace and tries to strike with his dagger.

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Not so fast suddenly Ace surround himself with many bones but the bones were blue and summons many skull surrounding him and began shooting at every direction

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"That's not good, I have to do something about it." Sobble quickly runs away from the bones while flipping through his book. "Aw cheese, I need to block that attack. This spell will work-" Sobble stops on a specific page. "Mime Wall!" A pink wall appears in front of Sobble deflecting the attacks. "Phew, that was going to be rough." Sobble had missed one bone and it crashed into Sobble's back. "Ahhhhh, man guess I missed one."

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"Lets say it a tie today its almost night you know" Ace has his bones fades away and his scythe faded also

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"Yeah, let's go back to sleep." Sobble quickly flips through the spellbook in hand. "Recovery, this should help me a bit more after that bone attack." Sobble looks at Ace and smiles. "That was a great battle, you're really strong." Sobble looks around and realizes it is almost night-time, the noises around him stop and all is quiet and peaceful. "I should probably get some water before I go to sleep, you should do that too Ace. It would probably help you in some way, you can never have too much water!"

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[I want this RP to live. Therefore I am establishing/further defining a potential conflict that has been previously alluded to.]

Alison and Fuze didn't seem to have much to say. With a polite wave, Jack strode off deeper into the depths of the school. She was on a mission, after all. Expertly navigating the twists and turns of the darkest part of the castle, Jack felt slightly uneasy. The most advanced professors had their offices and classrooms down this corridor. It was where she was supposed to have been earlier this morning.

Approaching an unfamiliar black door, Jack knew with certainty that this was her destination. The rumors she had heard about this man from MaryAnn, and even Devin... She swallowed, and raised her hand to the black wood. Jack knocked, the sound echoing through the empty hall. She could feel a buzz of magic resonating through the surrounding air, a sentient vibration.

Jack could hear footsteps shuffling on the other side of the door. It swung open dramatically, revealing a tall and imposing man on the other side. Professor Kane towered over Jack, his pointed chin giving him an aggressive look. He gave Jack a once over, dark eyes lingering on her House Riparian Crest.

"In you go," he said slowly. Professor Kane stepped back, holding the door open for Jack. Wordlessly, she stepped into his office. The door closed behind her with a thunk. It was the sound of finality. Inside the office, it was stiflingly quiet. A pervasive darkness was broken only by a set of green lamps hung haphazardly, and a set of cauldrons belching effervescent smoke all colors of the rainbow.

Jack gingerly picked her way over the threshold. Professor Kane strode behind his imposing desk and sat, gesturing for her to do the same. The wooden chair set out for her was just uncomfortable enough to discourage visitors from lingering.

"Miss Jackery Soot. You are lucky that I know who you are. But then again, everyone does." Each word oozed with insincerity, patronizing her, making the hairs on the back of Jack's neck stand up. He continued on, tone dangerous. "Dueling champion, perfect straight-A student, a troublemaker who likes to stir the pot. Yes, I know quite a bit about you. I even know that you are a mentor to the young princess. I advised the headmistress against it, though she ignored that piece of advice."

Jack clenched her jaw, channeling the ever-present anger into her familiar logic.

"Professor Kane, I came to apologize for missing your class this morning. It is uncharacteristic of me, and unrepresentative of who I am as both a person and student." She spoke calmly and respectfully, each word carefully chosen.

"A touching sentiment. But the fact remains that you skipped my class. Why?" He leaned forward, steepling his fingers. There was a predatory gleam in the professor's eye.

Jack could not say, could not explain the specific reason for her absence. Her loyalty to Kendo beat her scholarly inclinations by a mile. She would never even think of divulging Kendo's secrets to anyone. Speaking of, the lucky idiot had only missed Professor Arkady's class; the woman would likely celebrate her friend's bold decision since Venus was aligned with Saturn, or some sh!t. But Professor Kane, on the other hand, expected an answer.

"I was engaged in House business," she said smoothly. Jack's internal monologue had been nearly instantaneous, and the conversation had continued without missing a beat. The excuse was commonly used by eighth years in leadership positions. Most professors had no issue with it, many actively encouraging the students to engage in the organizational duties of senior house members. House business included taking care of house members, acting as a student representative for students in trouble, discussing issues with teachers on behalf of house members, and taking part in meetings with administration. Professors would rarely question students beyond "House business." Students had seven years to prove themselves, and would only rise to positions of leadership once it had been determined that they would not do irrational things, such as abuse the excuse "House business." So long as they maintained their grades, missing class was acceptable.

"House business..." Professor Kane whispered. And that was when Jack knew she had made a mistake. "House business..." He said again. "Most students wait a week or two before engaging in... House business. Most students do not miss their first class of the semester because of House business. But, it should be fine should you provide professorial reference and reasoning for your actions." Professor Kane smirked. He knew he had won. Most House business was student to student. Rarely could a teacher account for the time.

Internally, Jack fumed. But she responded cordially. "I have no reference. I deeply apologize and will not do so-"

"You have no reference, you provide no reasoning, and you expect no consequence." He cut her off, talking over her. Professor Kane stood. "You claim to be different, but you are just the same as the rest, arrogant, idiotic, mischievous, troublesome, Riparian trash. You skip my class, and miss out on the precious little time the Institute sets aside for advanced draughts. Why the hell should I accept your excuses?"

Jack stared straight ahead, emotionlessly. "Part the first: Add 6 snake fangs to the mortar. Crush into a fine powder using the pestle. Add 4 measures of the crushed fangs to your cauldron. Heat the mixture to 250 for 10 seconds. Add magic to the potion. Leave to brew and return in 33-45 minutes. Part the second: Add 4 horned slugs to your cauldron. Take the cauldron off the fire-"

"DO NOT RECITE TO ME, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE GIRL." He was shouting now. "You think that you are all that. But I see through you. You are just one of many worthless pieces of Riparian scum. The sorting beasts knew it too. Thinking you're clever quoting a book, I helped write." When Professor Kane paused for breath, Jack stood, as if possessed by some otherworldly force.

"I do not care what punishment you determine is suitable for my transgression, it is well within your right to do so. But I am proud to be a Riparian. If you are threatened by us, that is your backwards, prejudiced, discriminatory prerogative." Her voice sounded far away. Jack had no idea what she was doing, but it felt good to speak her mind, her truth. "I am a student of the present. I will not stand for your intolerance of my House any longer."

Professor Kane nearly vibrated with anger. "Detention, Miss Soot. Detention for a month. I'll even see if I can get probation for your insolence. A pity the headmistress would never kick you off the dueling team." Jack waited, silent and stalwart. "I could destroy you, tell the whole world your secrets, a worthless Riparian cheater, survivor of the Scarlet Lily Plague, yes, I know that too. It would be professional suicide, so to speak. Don't try me." She still didn't speak.

"And if you think you'll succeed in this class..." He grinned, a twisted smile. "You are most certainly mistaken."

His attitude was not unusual, Jack thought to herself. Many people hated House Riparian. Many people shared similar sentiments. Many people would take similar opportunities to prosecute Riparians for mundane offenses. But his discrimination was blatant. Jack supposed being in the headmistress's favor affored Kane some protection. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

"What was that, Miss Soot?" His voice was dangerously low. Jack realized she had whispered the last part out loud.

"Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." She said simply, meeting his eyes. there was a long silence in the room. Professor Kane went through multiple shades of red. When he finally spoke, it was an angry hiss.

"Detention for two months. Get out of my sight." The door flew open, and Jack turned, holding her head high. Her footsteps were deliberate, sounding strong on the tiles beneath her feet.

"This isn't over, Jackery Soot." He called after her.

"Of course it isn't. It won't be until we have justice for people like you, and acceptance for people like me." And with that, she closed the door before he could assign her another month's worth of detention.

Jack kept walking, back out of the dark halls, down the corridors, down the spiral staircase, through the arches, into the atrium. She wove through passages and ducked around the corners until she was back in the House Riparian commons. Climbing the stairs to the dormitory, she sat on her favorite windowsill, and shivered.

She had made a powerful enemy, but it needed to be done. Jack closed her eyes, allowing herself three minutes of worry. Three minutes later, the logic was back. She was ready to move forward. There was only one course of action to take... Jack had inadvertantly forced her own hand. But an accelerated timeline wasn't the worst thing in the world. Jack took stock once more. She couldn't trust Atticus, she couldn't trust Ayran, Kendo had no faith in her. The princess did not need another burden. She was on her own for the moment.

Her plan must succeed. There was no going back now.

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"Wait, why did I just hear some scuttling noises? I need to get to my dorm." Sobble starts running thinking that something is chasing him. He opens up his spellbook and aims at the floor. "Ice Conversion!" The floor behind Sobble quickly turns into ice. "Hah, take that unknown entity!"

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Ayran looked at Atticus's unresponsive back, and sighed. He knew he shouldn't have bothered him. Ayran took a step back, and turned around, before pulling out his pocket watch.

It was way past the 3rd class.

Ayran cursed under his breath, thankfully, there was no one in the hallway he was currently in at the moment, or else the underclassmen would receive a jumpscare, as the usual model student Ayran is cussing.

Right, the Model Student Ayran, the guy that is always perfect, and that everyone looks up too, a perfect gentlemen, yet a power house. He laughed mocking, before sneering, his grip on the pocket watch tighten, that it made a ear-damaging screech.

Not wanting to break the precious pocket watch that he made, Ayran loosened his grip.

Yes, Model Student Ayran, mustn't be angry, he must always be calm. He already made a terrible mistake on the first day of class. Each mistake he makes, will make the teachers opinion of him lower, until they won't agree to his plan, when it's time for him to ask.

Ayran steadied his emotions, and had a determined gaze, he can still fix it. After all, from the previous years, he has received nothing but good reviews from the teacher. If he go to them right now, he can still fix his image.

Suddenly, his thought is put to a sudden pause, when he remembers one professor.

The Engineering Professor, Professor Kassandra Embrion.

The name clearly sound like someone who is from a noble family, and the Professor Embrion, is exactly someone from the noble family. She is like every noble out there, elegant, strict, and doesn't like commoners.

Thus, it's clear that she doesn't like most of the students in the institute, but she especially did not like Ayran. They have completely different views upon everything, every class he has with her, there wouldn't be a single day where they don't argue.

It was clear that she itching for a day, where she can have a excuse to reprimand Model Student Ayran, and put him in his place.

Now that Ayran have skipped her class...

Ayran sighs, it was going to be a headache to get out of this mess.

He wonders why he did this in the first place, he knew that it was going to cost his reputation, and years of hard work, so why did he choose them instead?

Ayran smiles, perhaps he will know soon.

Without hesitation. Ayran walked to the direction where Professor Embrion should be currently. She knows that he skipped her class, and he knows that she is waiting for him.

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"Nice, back at my safe spot. In the dorm, on my bed. I'm gonna read my spell book, this is pretty interesting." Sobble quickly fell asleep after reading one page of his spellbook. Sobble starts dreaming about curry.

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Allison walked off toward the Library, hoping to relax for a while, and perhaps read a good Novel of her choice. As she walked down the hallway, she noticed that somebody left a window open. She decided that the decent thing to do would be for her to close the window before any wild animals could get in.
Allison reached up to slam the window shut, and as she did so, a large wasp darted through a small crack in the window, right before it was fully closed. Allison didn't notice the wasp at first, but as she continued her long walk down the hallway, whistling the tune to her favorite song, "Wasted On You" by Morgan Wallen, (Don't ask), she felt a tickle on her right arm, as if something were crawling along it. Not thinking before acting, she reached her left hand over onto her right arm, and at that moment, she felt a sharp pain go into her left hand, and she spotted a large, brown wasp shooting up into the air above her.
Allison couldn't control herself. She began to cry, panic, and hyperventilate. She was very terrified of wasps, and it had been quite a while since the last time that this had happened, but she couldn't stop screaming, and crying, and breathing as hard as she possibly could. It may have just been one wasp, but to her... It was one wasp too many.