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Fuze

Shuhrat nods, "You can try and do that, I'll stay and work on something to blast this open." He then grabs his bag and places it on the ground, then he stats pulling random things out putting them together and taking them apart, "Usually for things like this I use smaller blasts but I ran out a few days ago so I'll be making a few in the meantime, it should take me about 5-8 minutes if I'm not interupted."

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Magius then heard Kaori playing her violin, and decided to use telepathy to talk with her

“Hmm…
Nice violin skills you got there, m8.

Can you, by any chance, give me your name?
If you don’t want to, then I completely understand…”

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Jack securely warded her room. She was tired, and she knew that sleep was necessary for growth. It was only... logical. She curled into her bed, safely nestled under the covers. Alone with her thoughts, she felt almost fragile; a statue ready to break, glass ready to shatter. No one would be able to find all one million pieces of her soul if the winds scattered them across the universe. As she drifted off to sleep, worry and doubt continued to cloud her mind.

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She was dreaming, yet it was one of those dreams where she knew she was dreaming. Jack flexed her fingers. She could indeed exert some control over her surroundings. She knew from experience that if she tried to interfere with the dream too much, she would inevitably wake up. Wandering through her surroundings, she realized where she was: the hallway outside of the Riparian common room. She turned around, looking behind herself. The end of the hallway was blurry, as if someone had turned the render distance on her world down. There was only one way to go.

Jack walked down the passage with trepidation. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that seemed to follow her like a specter. The Riparian crest was carved into the stone wall in front of her. She placed her hand on the wall, the polished bricks feeling smooth under her touch. But how would she get in?

The password suddenly came to her. She opened her mouth and the word tumbled out into the silence. "Resistance." As far as Jack knew, that had never been a password in all her years at the Institute. Strange that it would appear in her dream.

She ducked into the common room. Though nearly the entire house appeared to milling about in the area, no one seemed to notice her. The fire was charmed to burn blue and green. A girl stood up on a table, clapping her hands once. The room quieted instantly, and the students slowly clumped together to form a crowded mass around her. Jack stepped forward for a closer look. In the crowd, she realized they were jostling slightly, and a boy bumped into her. He apologized, his face bland and unrecognizable. As soon as he turned away, Jack forgot what he looked like. He was not important.

She squinted up at the girl. While normal at the first glance, there was something distinctly off about her. The girl's clothes were either black or gray - Jack couldn't tell, they seemed to be shifting - and her face was perpetually in shadow. She began to speak.

" . "̴͉̑M̴̜̍y̵̻̅ ̷̬͠ń̵̠a̵̺̿m̶̈́ͅe̷͔̊ ̶̞̋í̸̯s̷͊͜ ̶͓̂J̷̩̃a̷̢͊c̷̺̒k̷̻̂,̴̼̊ ̶̰͊a̵̹͂ǹ̸̖d̸̨͑ ̵̫̍ï̴̥f̴̨͗ ̷̮͆. you .s̴̞̉t̷̹̑i̸̟̒l̴͖̂l̷̗̾ ̶͉̿d̵̔ͅỏ̶̙n̸͚̏'̵͓̀t̵̙́ ̷̩̚k̵̫̋n̴͎͒o̸̢̾w̶̨̍ ̸̺̀w̶̺͌h̵̅ͅo̸̻͋ ̸̩͂I̶̿͜ ̶̧̈́a̴͒ͅm̶̳͝,̶̘͋ ̴̤͆f̷̻͛í̶͍g̴̠͌ú̸̞r̸̨͋ē̷͈ ̸͕̍i̷̖͐t̴̻͗ ̷̧͝o̸͚̍u̸͂ͅt̷͕̎.̶̨̒ ̷̧̇T̶͚̉ȟ̵̻ȇ̴͙ ̷͉̏s̴̭̅u̵̳̽p̵̯̈p̶̯͘o̸̩̎r̷͔͒ṯ̵͛ ̷̼̋a̵̧̒ṇ̷͂d̷̼̽ ̶̼͝ğ̵͓u̸̢͘i̶͕͆d̶̺́ą̶̉n̴̞̊c̸̹̐e̷̜͆ ̸̭̈́o̶̹͋û̴̖r̸͕̆ ̶̯͘h̷̤̊o̸̜̓u̷̡͂s̷̤̅e̸͎͝ ̷͍̎ȉ̵̝s̵͓͐ ̴͈͂s̶̡̑ụ̵́p̷̗̒p̵̟̚ỏ̴̥ś̵̯e̷̳͐d̴̩̍ ̵̩͘t̸̥͘ơ̸̗ ̴̡͝ǵ̵̣e̵̗͛t̶͖̿ ̸̪̔f̷͇͗r̵͓̀o̸̡̚m̸̨̀ ̸͚̊t̴̟͗ĥ̷̫e̴̤͌ ̴̥̿p̸̩͌r̵͖̽ỏ̵͕f̵̙͑e̴̝̚ṡ̴̘s̶̤̀ő̵͉r̸̼̾s̸͚͆ ̸͉̂ḭ̷͘s̶͓̈ ̸̺͗a̵̛̺ ̸̫͋j̷͉͠o̴̭͌k̵̡͊e̵͍̋.̴͈́ ̶̘͆S̷̮̿o̵͍̊ ̴̨͌h̶̺̊ë̴͓́r̴͍̉e̴̟͌ ̶̡̕i̸̘̾s̶̩̒ ̶̲͗t̷͉̍h̸̛͕e̴̟̅ ̶͎̈́i̷̖̾n̵̖̉t̴̛͜r̶̆ͅỏ̴̪d̷̦͝ṷ̵̈́c̵͚̃ẗ̶̨i̸̟̕o̴̭̿ǹ̵̝ ̶̨̈s̵͖͌p̶̺͑ē̴̺e̷̦̾c̸͉͆h̷̬̑ ̴͇̈ẏ̸̭ȏ̴̲u̶̞͆ ̵͉̃à̶̢l̶̠̀l̷̟̂ ̷͈̒d̷̠͆ē̵̯s̵̖̚e̶̫̎r̴̜͋v̷̀ͅe̸̬͒.̷̬̃ ̶͇̒F̶̮̈́i̷̥͋r̶̪̈́s̸̱̽t̵͉̕:̵̣̈́ ̶̌ͅẅ̸̙o̵̼͛r̸͎̃k̷̻͗ ̸͔͛h̷̟̅å̶̲r̵͕̓d̵͙̄ ̵̨̒a̷̳͝n̷̨͝d̷̟̆ ̵̣̉ḍ̶͒ǒ̷̦ ̷̧̎y̶͙͛o̶̳̚u̵͔̇r̴̗͘ ̵̒ͅb̶̤̓e̴͈͋s̷̗͗t̷̻͊.̵̹͝ ̷̟̋Å̴͇s̷͇̀ ̸̦̂{̶͈̄b̶̭́ĺ̶͍u̶̡͊ȩ̶͠ ̸͇̎a̵͓͑ǹ̶̡d̴͈̎ ̴̖͘g̴̛̥ŕ̷͈ē̷̱ȅ̸̱n̴̙̍s̴̙͠}̴͛͜,̷̢̍ ̸̚ͅw̶̮͒ȅ̴̪ ̵̫́n̷̰͒ẹ̸̍ĕ̶͚d̶̀͜ ̵̢̌t̴̯̄ò̸̟ ̴͎̌b̶͙́ĕ̷̗ ̷͙͌s̵͍̏m̵̖͑ä̶͔́r̴̖͑t̶͇̋è̸̪ȑ̸̤,̶̦͝ ̶̡͘f̵̑ͅa̶̳͠ṡ̷ͅẗ̶̰ë̶ͅr̵̪̐,̵̟̅ ̵̳̅s̵͍̀t̸̝́r̷̼̈o̵͖͋n̸̬̋g̶͑ͅe̴͍͂ŕ̷͕,̴̭̏ ̴̢͂a̷̼̍n̸͝ͅd̴̜͛ ̴̻͑ṁ̵̘õ̶͉ŕ̷̠ȇ̸̥ ̴̡̈ẁ̵̢e̷̮̋l̸̻͝ļ̶͋ ̵̺͠b̸̟͐e̵̘̕ḣ̴̹ä̶͓́v̶̤̊e̶͕͐d̶̛̥,̴̮̔ ̴̻͗t̴̙͆ŏ̴͓ ̴̧͐ĝ̸̤ë̵͍t̸͇̎ ̵̦̓ẖ̵̓a̷͕͘l̶̼̂f̸͍̒ ̴̭̆ã̶̪s̵̮̋ ̸̟́m̷͉̓ū̷̱c̶̻͘h̵̘͒ ̷̳͆ŕ̷͕e̸̪̓c̸͕͝o̵̩͂g̵̨̈n̸̟͌i̴͙̅ẗ̵͖́į̴̂ò̴͎ǹ̶̖.̶̨͗ ̴͓͐W̵̩̒ẻ̸̯ ̵̢͐. are . t̷͂ͅh̶̺͌e̷̢̓ ̶̧͑f̵̙̆i̶̫̇r̶̨̕š̸͕t̶͈̀ ̶̧͠h̸̠̆ọ̴͌ȕ̸̫s̴̻̈́ẹ̶̏ ̵̩̉ṱ̶̈́h̶̬̉a̸̞͋t̷̖͘ ̶̲̃ć̴̠o̵̳͠m̵̖̐é̶̺s̵̲̎ ̶̬̐t̷̲͝o̵̰̊ ̷͈̈́m̵̹̎i̴̺͛n̵̚͜d̵̗͘ ̷͎͆w̵̼̔h̸̝̒ẹ̸̒n̸̞̉ ̵̭̕ș̴̏ö̷͖m̵̲̚ȅ̷̮t̴̢̐h̸̲̔i̴̙͐n̷̠͐g̵͖̀ ̸͉͑g̷̯̔ȏ̶̝e̶̮͒s̶͔̈́ ̴̠̇ẁ̵̺r̶͔̆o̶̗͗ņ̸̈́ĝ̴̗.̵̜́ ̸̲̈T̸̩͗ḫ̷̽e̷̺̓ ̵̳̓t̴͉́ê̴͚a̷͉̕c̷̝̆ḫ̵̄e̸̜͘r̶͕̍s̸̫͌ ̷͉̈́ȧ̴͎s̷̯̓s̷͇̆u̸̗͂m̸̘͋e̸̟͑ ̷͕̉ṯ̵̊h̷͔́â̸͍t̴̝̾ ̶̩̃t̸͔͌h̷͒ͅo̴͇͂ṡ̸̬e̶̞̒ ̴͔̆w̴̭͆h̷͚̽o̵̞͌ ̶͈̈́c̵͎͝a̸͇͌m̶̬̑e̵̬͐ ̴̺̋b̶̭̏ē̸͙f̷̫͠o̴̙̒r̴̟̓e̶̮͘ ̷͍̔u̵̮͆ș̸̊ ̶̙̒ŕ̸̘ȩ̴́p̸̻̀r̸̛̗e̵̺̾s̴͖̀ȅ̸͜n̷̨͊ẗ̴̫́ ̷͔͆w̷̩̃h̸̟̎o̴̺̊ ̴̻̂w̶͇̒e̸̢͂ ̷͇͒a̸̢̒r̵̗͝e̸͓͝.̸͔̉ ̶̤̄T̷̮̊ḣ̴̝a̶̫͒t̸͕̒ ̸͎͗ĩ̷̟s̷̯̄ ̸̛̻ǹ̵͈o̵͉͛ṭ̶̕ ̸̂͜ț̶̆r̶̦̈u̵̳̔e̴̦̎.̷̭̈́ ̴̝̄T̷̮̐h̴̤͠r̴̹̈ȍ̶̤u̵̙͝ǵ̶ͅh̴͎̋ ̸̨̃m̷̭̄y̵̫̍ ̷͔͂t̴̢̀i̶̖͝m̶̮͘e̸̛͉ ̵̬̇a̸̤͆t̵̃͜ ̷̈́͜t̵̩͆h̸̟̀į̴̑s̸̜͂.̵͉͗.̵̙̂.̶̹͠ ̵̦̀I̸̳̚n̵͎͋s̵͉̍t̷̲̂i̶̗͆t̶̗̓ų̶͊ẗ̵̫́i̶͎̒o̸̜͛n̵̙̈́.̷̠̐.̷̦̃.̴̛̗ ̶̱̉I̴̮̿ ̷̦̆h̵͙̋ä̶̼́v̷̗͌e̶̥̾ ̵̖̾w̵̩͆ŏ̷̱r̴͚͋k̵͑ͅe̴͈̿d̸̰̂ ̷̯͘ẁ̶͓i̸̩̊t̴̩̋h̴̗̎ ̸̲̃y̴̡͠o̷̍͜ù̶͜,̴̗́ ̵͕̍t̴̮̔h̵̰͆ę̵̈ ̵̜͛{̶̘̐b̶͔̓l̶͔̏u̴͕̇e̷̡̛ ̵̬̈́a̸̡̅n̸̙̒d̴͈͆ ̷͎̍ǵ̷͚ȑ̴̥e̷͖̎ë̶͉́n̵͖̂s̸̜̈}̶̫̈́,̴͙̓ ̵̧̾t̶̢́o̷̼̐ ̴̯͝r̵̖̈e̴̪͊p̴̻̅â̶͖i̴̛̳r̸͉͂ ̷̖̈́ǫ̶̅ṳ̶͌r̶̰̈́ ̶̩̌í̴̳m̷̱̈å̶̬g̵̲͝e̴̻̽.̶͍͘ ̶̖̋F̴̟̆ĩ̶͇ṇ̴̔a̶̖͂l̶̟͐l̵̟̉ÿ̷͓́,̵̤̾ ̵̟͠ǎ̵̞t̶̳̏ ̶̥̚ḷ̶̊o̴̘̽n̸͈̈́g̷͙̈́ ̸̤͊l̸͚͑ä̶̜ṣ̵̍t̸̡̕,̶̜̽ ̴̤̄ő̷͈u̵͈̿r̵̲̚ ̸̳̅c̸̖͒l̴̢̔ǎ̷̜s̸̮̿s̶̝͌m̶̬̋ã̵̼t̸̡̊e̵̫͛s̶͇̆ ̸́ͅi̶̡͝n̶̟̏ ̸͓͑o̵̗̍ţ̵̅h̴̘͒e̴̫̔r̷͔̽ ̵̹͐h̸̠̏o̵̬͋u̴̟͆s̸̠̾e̷̱̿s̷̥͗ ̶̺̽a̴͖̿r̸͕̚e̶͚̓ ̵̨̅r̵͕͑ě̶͉ċ̴͇o̶̫͐g̴̡̒n̵̻̒i̷̞̚z̶̩̒i̴͈̐n̵̘̕g̷̢͝ ̶̬̔o̵̊͜ũ̶̜r̷̫̎ ̷͕́w̸̺̕ǒ̶̪r̶͓̽ṱ̴̾h̶̏͜.̵̟̓ ̴̘̉W̴͋ͅe̶͈̓ ̵͚̋å̵̳r̸̰͝ë̴͇́ ̵̤̋n̸̪̄ọ̶͐ ̸͚̇l̸͉͋ö̴̱n̶̦͝g̷̦̍ḙ̴̾r̵̜̈ ̴͚̍ȍ̸̲ś̸̻ṱ̵̊r̶̎ͅā̵͍c̸͈̀ḭ̴̛z̷̢̚e̶͍̽d̶̩͒.̷̩͛ ̶̱͊T̸͈͋h̴̲͗e̴̺̽. history .o̸̰̾f̶̝̆ ̷̠̊ţ̸̈h̶̡̍ȉ̷̗s̵̏ͅ ̸̰̀h̸͖͝ö̵̻́u̶̟͘s̴͙̏e̵̠͋ ̶̲̐ạ̴̕n̴̞̂d̸̫͐ ̸̞͛i̵͍͋t̸̝̀s̸̲͊ ̶͔̄s̴̥͐t̶̼̕ų̷̀d̶̮̎e̵̝͐n̶̹̓ẗ̸̲s̶͖̆ ̷͉̋i̶͚͠s̸̠̄ ̵̼͑å̸ͅs̷͚̊ ̵̟̋g̷̙͗r̷̹̔e̵͕͊a̷͚̚ẗ̵͖́ ̵͓̚a̷̫͝s̷͎̓ ̶̼̅i̷̕ͅt̷̤̀ ̶̯̅i̴̼͋s̶͉͝ ̵͕͋ť̶̙ḙ̶̋ř̴̡r̵̯̀i̴͇͠ḇ̴̒l̴̹̀e̷̞͌.̴͉͗ ̸̹͋B̸͚͆e̵͐ͅ ̷̝̕p̴͋͜r̶̗͝ĩ̷͎d̸̹̔e̷̩͛f̷̧͑u̴̥͐l̸̬̀ ̶̨̎t̸̼͒h̵̾͜ä̶͜t̶͚̚ ̵̳̊y̵̳̍o̷̒ͅù̵̫ ̵̙̂a̷̻̅r̵̻͝e̶̜̐ ̶̨̃à̶̞ ̶͚̓{̵̮̀b̶̪́l̶̤̐ủ̷̺e̷̮̽ ̶̅ͅa̶̯͌ń̷̡d̵͌ͅ ̴̱̌g̵̼̓r̸̲͐ḛ̸̑e̴͇̍n̵̙̾}̴͎̓,̶̹̆ ̶̞̽e̴̯͗v̷̻͂è̷̫n̵͚̅ ̴̗̊w̵̤̕h̶̰̐e̴̢̎ṅ̸̺ ̴͎̀ỉ̸͚t̶̔͜ ̵̲̔s̸͔̐é̸̤ê̵͎m̵̯͂s̶͚̊ ̴͈̔h̷̨͊a̷̮̅r̵̲͂d̵̳̄.̸͇͆ ̵̦̔T̴͇̐o̸̗̓ ̶̼̽ṱ̶̂h̵̥̓e̵̼͐ ̸̧̔f̵̱̀i̵̬͑r̸͔̀s̵͔͋t̸̝̄ ̵̼͆y̶͍̏e̴̹̒a̴̺͋r̶̩͌ṡ̶̭:̴̣̽ ̸́͜y̴͈͆ó̷̰u̶̟̍ ̷̞͋ả̴̠r̶͉̒e̷̖͊ ̵̰͒s̶̯̍ő̵̮m̴̩̑e̸̖͝ ̵̫̑ō̵ͅf̴̗͝ ̷̳̐t̴̥̂h̵̖̐ḛ̸̿ ̶͈͆b̶̘̄e̶̐ͅś̵͇t̷͇͌. and .b̷̜̐ṛ̶́i̶̒͜g̸̤̐h̴̩͑t̷̻̓ë̶̯́š̸̳t̴̰͠.̷̦̒ ̷̫͒D̸̮̋o̶̹̔ ̶̫͐n̶̡͆o̷̦̒ť̸̜ ̷̜̀h̵̥̍e̶͎̒s̵͙͛i̸̜͑t̶͚̆a̶͎͑t̵̹͝e̷̟̾ ̸̻͠t̴̫̀o̸͖͘ ̴̰̾a̷͎̿s̵̢͊ḱ̵͎ ̴̫̆f̶̗̎o̶̡̓r̸̩̊ ̵̺͌h̵̩̒e̶̮̕l̵̞̿p̷̞͆.̶͓̔ ̵̲̏À̷̲l̸̹͒l̴̥͌ ̴͖͝w̶͉͂h̵͙̍ȯ̴̳ ̸̮̉a̴̮̅s̵͕͂ḵ̸̄ ̷̪̿f̴̻̀ö̵̼́r̸̳͊ ̸̱͝h̴͙͐e̵̱̾l̶͍͝p̷͍͊ ̸̢̐a̸̞̐n̸̘̑d̸̬͠ ̸̘͌á̵̮c̵͙̾k̸̑ͅn̷͓̔o̶̲̾w̸̩̒l̴̼̄e̶̖̎d̷̪̓g̶̡̉e̴̛͖ ̵̡͝t̵̺̓h̷̲̽e̵̮͠î̷͜r̷͠ͅ ̸̟͝s̵͕̓h̷̬̆o̵͙̚ṛ̸̒ţ̶͊c̸͓̐o̷͙͆m̴̠̈́ḯ̴̖n̸͙̿ǧ̷̜ṡ̶͍ ̵͕̽a̵̬̍r̸̠͆e̶͈͐ ̴͈̚t̸͙͠ō̷͉ ̶͓̐b̸̟̚e̵̐ͅ ̸̜͂r̸̪̍e̵̮̅s̷̺̓p̶͕̕ë̸̺c̷̤̃ť̸̙ḙ̷́d̶͓̽.̸̳͆ ̶̼͘U̵̖̾n̵̻̿i̶͓̽t̸͈̑ê̵̖d̴̮̄ ̶̖̋w̴̺̅e̴̞̍ ̷̯͝s̸̢͆ţ̸̔a̷̰̓n̴͖͆d̵̖͗,̸̢̓ ̷̠̀d̵̝͐i̴͑͜v̷̛̟i̶̛͖d̴̳̆ê̷̦ḋ̵̮ ̵̱̄w̸͍͊e̴͚̓ ̴̪̀f̵̗̈́a̴̮̓l̴͍̋l̶̜̑.̸͇̏ ̶̺̌F̷̦͋i̶̜͒n̴͓͒á̶͜l̴͙͝ľ̵̨y̵̠̓:̶̨̂ ̸͉̋l̸̼̋e̶͚͆â̷̳r̵̘͒n̵̘̂.̷̼͘ ̷̗͗A̴̭̒b̶̼͋õ̵̖ǘ̴̪t̷͍͑. your .s̶͙̎t̷̝̚u̶̝͝d̷̫́i̴̖͊ė̵̞s̶̥͛,̵̙̄ ̶̢̃y̷̳͊ö̵̫́ǘ̴̜r̷͉͐ ̴͈́c̸̳̚l̷̻͆å̷͉s̶̜̋s̸̺̏m̷͉̅à̷͈t̶̠́ë̶̹́s̸̡̀,̷̲̍ ̷̣̈́y̵̲̾ǫ̸̀u̷͇͊r̷̙͑ ̶̧̇f̶͉̈r̸͓͒i̵̼̓e̵͎͋n̵̩̕d̷̙̆s̶̜̾ ̷̘͒ȃ̸ͅn̷̜͑d̴̘̈́ ̶̭͑y̸͎̏o̷̹͂ụ̶͑r̴͇̕. rivals. .T̶̙͗ḧ̸̜́e̵͕͘ ̶̱̇t̷̳̓ḛ̶͆ă̶͎c̸͉̓h̶͕̋ȅ̷̤r̴̟̊s̶̫͊,̵̨͒ ̴̦͗t̸̖͑h̷̒ͅe̴͇͋ ̵̢̌c̶̼͐à̷̞m̴̝͗p̸̝̈́û̶̻s̷̜͛,̸͓̎ ̶̩͛e̴̘̚v̸̳̋e̴̦̋r̷͓̓ŷ̶̡t̶̻̽h̷̾ͅǐ̷͇n̷̻͂g̵̳̔.̴̯̀ ̴̪̀H̵̯̄e̵͇̽ ̴̱̓w̷̞̒h̷͚͑ô̵̮ ̵̙͠k̸̤̿ń̴̲o̵̯̎w̶̝̋s̵͕̈́ ̸̢͐t̵͕͂h̵̫͘ȳ̶̖ ̵̺͝e̴͕̔n̵̜̽ê̶̢m̷̈́͜y̷͓͝ ̴̪͐a̸̙͒n̷̡͋d̴͙́ ̵̩̔k̸̠͛n̶̩͘o̸̧͒w̶͈̌s̵̥̃ ̵̬͛t̶̮͆h̸̝̅ȳ̵̘s̸͉͆e̵̖̓l̴̦̋f̸̱͋ ̸̲̆n̸̠͒e̷̢̚ē̷͜d̷̺̽ ̷̜͠n̷͓̊ǫ̸̍t̴̮͛. fear .t̷͍̋h̵͂ͅe̷̲͗ ̸͓̈́ŗ̴͗e̷̙̓s̸̹͊u̸̜͌l̷̟͊t̴͔̓ ̸̱̏o̴̽͜f̶̯̀ ̵̥̒a̷͜͝ ̴̱̅h̵͚́u̴͈͆n̶͙̔d̶͐͜r̸̪͋e̶͉̍d̸̜̎ ̶̀ͅb̵̰͘ä̸̤́t̷̥̎t̶͔̉l̴̗̃ę̸̛s̴̩͋.̸̫̈ ̶̗͐W̶̤̔e̵͇̓ ̴͖́a̵̋ͅr̸͚̈́ę̵̓ ̵͓̂n̶͍̽ọ̶̔ẗ̷̜ ̸̱̾e̵͙͒n̴̨͛e̶̥͊m̷̻̊ḯ̷͕ę̴͆ś̷̱.̵̬̿ ̶̱̿B̸͎̅ù̶͖ṭ̴̓ ̶̛͙k̸̼̿ṇ̷̍õ̶̬w̷̥͝l̵͜͠e̵͎̿d̴̠͆g̸͕͊e̸̢̅ ̶̳̓i̷̠̿s̵̱͝ ̴̩̎s̷̤͒t̴̲͘ǐ̶͚l̶̯̕l̶̳̀ ̸̤̏p̵͙͛o̷̖͗w̸͙̒ḛ̴̿r̵͍̕.̷̳̊ ̷̖̓T̶̟͠h̸͈͊a̷̬͠n̴̈́͜k̶̲̄. you. "

It was... her. Jackery Soot. The words the girl was saying were the exact same ones that Jack had said in her speech forty-eight hours earlier. Her speech was strangely garbled, her robes swayed with an invisible breeze. Some of her words seemed to stick out to Jack, even though she herself hadn't put any emphasis on them the other evening.

But what captured Jack's attention the most were her eyes. While she had been speaking, they had begun to glow a pale purple, growing brighter and brighter as she spoke. As the students descended into cheers, a chant of "House Riparian" as Jack knew they would, they became blinding.

Jack tried to shield her own face to no avail. It was so bright. The purple faded to an brilliant white, the most intense color that Jack had seen in her life. Someone was screaming, and it might have been her. And then it faded.

The world was black; Jack was suspended between the fabric of space and time. Though invisible, the magic surrounded her. She was frozen, immoblized in her current position. Slowly, the light began to come back. The girl, the other Jackery, floated towards her eeriely. They were both silent.

"Hello." Jack called, finding her voice. There was no fear in her voice, only a vague curiousity.


"H̸͔̹͍̅̀̏̊̃́͛͂̏ͅȩ̶͕̱̩͔̻̣̙̠̹̘͈̓̔͊͊͂̉́͠ľ̵̨̜̭̪͚̮͓̱͎͑͗͝ͅͅļ̸͚͚̱̐̈́̅̋̄̐̋̾̏̇͌͝ǫ̷̛̜̹̺͙̲̆̊̉̆͊̎̈́̃̂͜͝,̸̠̫̣̫̅̓̽̑͊̈́̽͒͜ ̸̢̢̝̘̪̱͍͓̺͇̟͎̒̆̂͘͝J̷̼͖̖͊̊̌͒̄̔̄̀̇͘͝å̴̙͆̒̆̐̉̎͘c̵̡̤̜͎͈̟͓̰̩͍̩̀̏̌k̶̡̧̛̗̲͖͕̬̙̥̣̦͇̍̀̓̋̀̚͝e̶̪̳̻̤͓̫̼͔͋̉̅̈́̚r̵̻̼̞͕͎̼̥͎͕̯̩̯̆̀͂̓͊̍̑͝͝y̸͈̠̺̘͕̔͌̄͑͜͝͠ ̵̢͔͓̦̳͈̌̄͊͋̈́S̴̢̡̳̪̰̥̞̻̳͚̯͛̏͜o̶͇̭͎͓͆͂̉̌͗͒̀̎͜o̷͖̝̭̳̞͉͈͂͂̓́̕ṱ̴͖̲̙̫̩̪̑͂̅̀͆̓̈́̈́̇̽̈ͅ.̷̡̨̧̛͙̠̹̠̭̠̳̰̽̓̈̒̇̃̓͘̕͠" She didn't quite speak the words. They were hard to make out, seemingly bleeding into the empty space.


"Who are you?"


"I̵̧̛̞̰̝̭̝̓̊̀̓͗͂̋̌̋͂͝ ̷̮̙͇̤̭̯͖͓̉̋͘a̵̛̛̘̥̝͎̼͔̻̗͒̀̄̇̂̐̍̄̃m̴͍̭̟̿̈́̓̇̓͌̾͒́̀ ̸̢͉̜̲̹̟̩̅́̀̕̚͝y̴̡͚̦̘̺̲̘̦̟̖͊͑́̋͐̑͘̚o̶̰̰͕͇͍̓̇͆̀̋̒̋̏̚͠͝ư̷̼̩̝̼͍̙͔̻̫̿́͒̈́͌̽͑͑͠ͅͅ.̴͍̩͉͍̂̀̅͝" Straightforward enough, even though the answer would have made no sense to the awake Jack.


"And what does that mean?"


"Į̴͎̙͔̇̂̅̿͂̔̚̚͘ ̶̧̛̞͖͕̺̘̫͇̟̯͇̜̳̅̆a̶̳̱̯͖̓̓͋̄̐͋͐̽̋͋͛͜m̵̨̛͖̙̼͈̟̤̟̠̝̺̆̀͊̾̈̓͌̂͒ ̷͎̬̠̰̒͌̀̈͠͝w̷̺̭̱͇̖̗͑ͅh̴̨̥͍͍͕̒̇̎͛̇͌̔̈́̾̅̂̊͠a̵̪̩͍̱͍̩̮͉̟͊̿̂̉̃̓͑̀̐͒̚͝t̷̹̭̣̜͙̝̙͖̲̹̍ ̷̥̬̯̤̖̘̓̎̓̐̈͗͛̍͑͠͝ý̷̛̝ŏ̴͕̖͚̩̫̖̪͉̼̰̳̪̤̆͒̈́̈̈́͐̆̆͛̓̃͘ư̷̼̣͓̥͍̱̳͔̱̊̈́̾̓́͒ ̵̛͇͈̖̩̝̜̥͍̽̄̈́͋͌͛̾̉̐͐͋͜ḩ̶̰̼͔̮́̃̆̑̋̐͒͛̄̅a̵̛͚̫̦̗͂͊́͆̀̏̅͝t̵̛͔͓̖̲͍͈̽̏͐̆̓͘e̴͚̫̔͜.̶͕͍͚̤̝̼̩͚̘̀̕" Well that really cleared things up. Not. But dreamJack accepted the answer as well.


"Why are we here?"


"B̷̨̝̝͇̩̭͈̺͚̱̦̓̈́̉̔̆̏̈́̕͝ȩ̴̧̠̹̺̲͔̂͊c̸͇̯̻̲̲̭̦̍̏̏̒ä̷̘͉͎̯̟̙̼͆̿̑̒͠ū̷̪͚̦̬͈̥̦̌̋̏͝s̸̱̥̫̘̬̹͉͇͕̯̓̀̏͒̑̍͐̊̓͝͝é̴͉͚͌ ̶̧̘̩͖̣̣͕͔̯͍͓̖̭͝͠y̶͈̪̭͍͎̘̻̖̟͛̈̋͊̄͌̉́͐͆̔͜ọ̶̡̲͎͉̯͉̭̊̀̃̎͌̒̒̓̉́̚͝ú̷̹̩̖͔͔̤̐̾̾͌͌͊̿̒̆͜͝ͅ ̵̤͔̄̒̇̽̄̎̿̅̊́̎ṉ̴͎̃e̶̡̝̙̞̙̘̦̩̓̅͐̔̊̆͘̕͜͠e̶̡̛̻͙̖͔̜̋̏̄́̾̅̃̏̐͠d̴̨̜͈̫͈̂̆̿͂̃̓̐̂̍̆̓̊ ̵̨̥̻̤̼̭̓̈́̂͌̚t̷̛̗͔̥̠̋́̈͗̍̌́̀̍̑̕͝ͅọ̴̀̈́̅̌͌͐̅̐͝͝ ̴̛̳̭̻̲̻̠̬͋͑͗̆̉͘̚͘̕͝ş̴͕̭̪͚̜͍̞̭̯̩̉̀͑̀ͅẹ̵͓̈́̒̏̂̊̔̈́͗͆͆̀e̷̡̦̳̟̤̣̼̘̲͉̘̖̬͑͗.̷̧̘̜̝̲̖̘͙̰͑̈͊"


"See what?"

There was silence for a minute, and then color overtook the darkness. There was no rush this time. It was as if the world had melted in on itself. Jack was back in the House Riparian hallway. The girl, she, was nowhere in sight. The Riparian crest etched in the wall was fuzzy. She could feel a subtle urge to turn around, so she did. This time, the dream seemed to be directing her away from the common room. Jack didn't question it, and merely followed the light, through the twists and turns, through the passages of the school.

Until she found herself in the same place that she was earlier. Jack's dream had rendered the teacher's quarters. The now-familiar black door loomed in front of her. With no other option, she walked forward. Her logic meant nothing; she was merely acting upon the dream's compulsion. She didn't even know how much free will she was even exerting anymore.

Reaching for the silver handle, Jack was surprised when the door swung open in front of her. She stumbled foward, fingers snatching at empty air. A steadying hand caught her shoulder, hauling her back to equilibrium. It was the first thing that felt truly solid. She looked up into the eyes of Professor Kane.

"You?" She asked curiously. The horror and the implications would come later, but within her dream, Jack was content.

He was more detailed than anyone else in the dream, his movements seeming to following the laws of physics. They entered the office for the second time. What had once been bubbling cauldrons now looked like a rainbow haze. They were surrounded by luminescent, multicolored clouds. In the lighting, it looked peaceful.

"Me." He smiled grimly, pausing. "We don't have much time, they are coming."

"Okay." Jack said agreeably.

"You must remember, Jack. You must-" He was cut off as the walls started to dissolve around them, specters emerging. They were a dark shade of red, and seemed to be made entirely out of smokey shadows. Each had thousands of eyes dotting their essences. Professor Kane shouted something. It was gibberish, echoing the garbled tongue of the other Jack. She put a hand to her ear, signifying that she couldn't hear him.

"Y̴̨̽ȏ̴̭͝u̶͚̿ ̵̞̃à̷̘̇r̵̦̅e̸̦͗ ̷̤̯̆ḥ̷̾̇i̶̻̠͗͂s̷̞̅̊t̶͙̂͜o̴̙̜͒r̷̠̄́ỹ̶̬͊,̸̼̞̏ ̸͉̈̃â̸̡̏n̷̰̖̒d̸̲͝ ̵̧̀͝y̸̲̎͒o̴͓̼͊u̶͈̅ṛ̴̒̌ ̶̭͚̅̌r̵̺̎̑ī̵̼v̷̜̄͠á̶̤͂l̴̩̫̀š̷̲͕̄ ̸̬̠̉f̶̰̉̑e̶͙̋ä̴̪͇́͘r̷̺̔ ̸̣̱̆̈́y̷̪̺̌ŏ̵̝̦ű̴̱̳̍.̴͖̥̈́̑." The words were garbled again, but clearer this time. The specters came closer, the world grew farther.

"You are history and your rivals fear you!" He shouted it one more time.

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Jack sat up, breathing heavily. She must have had a dream. Or was it a nightmare? She couldn't tell. It was already becoming blurry. She flailed about for a bit before finally gathering her wits and summoning a notebook. Scribbling as fast as she could, Jack recounted the main events of the dream. Everything she remembered was on that single page. And then she encoded it. No one but her could decipher it.

Jack could feel that it, whatever it even is, was important. She tore it out of the notebook, and slid it into her pocket. Grabbing five other sheets, she copied the code onto them and stashed them in varoius hiding spots. What did it all mean? Dreams rarely amounted to nothing in the magical world. Her mother's dusty book of dream interpretation hardly applied. It had stopped applying when she was three. But Jack would figure it out. It was idiotic to think that it had nothing to do with her plan.

She grabbed one final sheet of paper and wrote seven words on it.

You are history and your rivals fear you.

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Sobble wakes up and starts humming a tune. "Hm mhm hmhm this tune is a bop. I should probably go do some training. Let's a go!" Sobble jumps out of his bed and starts running to the training area. "There we go, time for my daily practice of spells is going to start now. What kind of spells should I train? Buffing spells? Attack? Heal?"

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Athena had calmed down and was back to her normal self. Or what everyone else assumed was normal. She chatted with a couple kids, showed off some magic tricks, and grabbed a quick snack. A usual day. She tried her very best to put her full attention into it, and for now, she could get some peace and quiet. For now.

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Magius heard Sobble talking about spells, and teleported to him

“I heard you saying something about spells?”

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"Na-NANI!? Where'd you come from!? And how'd you find me? Anyways correct, I was talking about spells. About to do my daily session of spell training, you want to come and join me or something? I'm always up for training with others." Sobble smiled at Magius. "I'm Sobble, nice to meet you. Time for your introduction!" Sobble thought about doing status spells first since his poison spell wasn't going to do much to opponents who know how to use poison resistance.

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As Atticus paced right at the Institute's gates, his gaze was cold as he ran his hands along the tough rope. He could feel something terrible in his bones. Something to do with Jack.

Jack...

She definitely did not trust him. But, since when did he care? He could feel fire inside his gut. Fire... A chuckle escaped before he could stop it. It grew into maniacal cackles.

"Oh Father, your own element against you... Guess I'll follow the same path as you..."

In his palms, green flames erupted and in a cyclone of fire that lit up the sky, his skin burnt and his wave of red hair was reduced to what resembled red blades standing up in thin strands of hair. Hair fell in both his crackling blue eyes.

The fire slowly died away, leaving him with a smirk on his face. He slipped on a cloak with a large hood.

"Let's see if Jack will recognise this Atticus now. I don't have to keep a loyalty if I'm ready to be a different person."

If you looked into his eyes, you could see years and years of planning... all leading up to this moment.

A burnt scar on his cheek resembling a pen slowly appeared.

"Cadfael, my lord, I will carry out your ideals for me to be your prophet."

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"Well I'm going to go train now. Cya person." Sobble quickly dashes to the training grounds and jumps towards the dummy. "Time for-" Sobble quickly flips through the pages of his spell book. "Fiery Assault!" A ring of fire appears around the dummy and closes in on it. "Woah, these spells are very interesting."

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Magius then speaks to Sobble through telepathy

“Nice to meet you too, my name’s Magius”

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"Hmmm, telepathy. That's a nice skill Magius." Sobble thinks. "I guess it's time for me to continue beating the life out of that already dead dummy. Right after I go to class." Sobble quickly uses Hurricane Step to make him go faster. "Nice, we at the class." Sobble walks into the class looking around him and sits down. "Good morning teacher." Sobble smiles and starts taking notes.

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“If you ever want to practice your spells, then find me at *insert training location*, okay?”

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*Hmmm... sure, thanks Magius.* (Sobble was thinking) Sobble continues to focus on the lesson at hand. Taking notes and occasionally looking up at the lesson to not get confused about anything. Sometimes asking questions, Sobble works really hard on lessons. "Hmmmm, interesting." Sobble notices a bird outside banging on the window. "Well that's... weird. Guess birds can't see glass, still that is bird 101. Maybe I'll just do something, or I'll just leave it to keep banging on the windowpane. Eh it will sort itself eventually."

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“No problem…”

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Sobble starts to have shower thoughts. "What would happen if all traffic lights weren't working? Would things just stop? Maybe I shouldn't question things. I guess it's time to leave now for some food." Sobble walks out of the class and went to find an animal shop. "Maybe I can adopt an animal, let's see what snoogle says. It says here that owning an animal will help you with emotional damage and make you more happy overall. Hmmm, maybe I should or maybe I shouldn't. I'll flip a coin, heads I try find an animal to own and tails says I don't do anything." Sobble gets a shiny gold dollar from his pocket and flips it. The coin surprisingly lands on the side. "WAIT WHAT???? HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE!?"

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Ace was training at the trining ground while using his scythe on the dummy

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"Huh, you wanna fight coin? Let's do it." Sobble picks up the coin with a grunt and flips it again. He wonders if anyone can see him at the school halls trying to fight against a coin. With an insane turn of events it still flips on the side. "That's it this has to be rigged." Sobble summons his dagger and slashes at the coin, the coin bouncing back to dodge. "Wait that coin can move!? Dude that explains why." Sobble uses a spell from his spellbook. "Enhance!" Sobble starts to glow a bit showing that the spell is working. "So according to the book this will enhance my next spell. Time for... FIREBALL!" Sobble shoots 2 fireballs at the coin but the coin now morphs into a mirror and reflects the fireballs.

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“…


Mind if I show you something?”

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"Sure, Magius you can show me something. After I destroy this-" The coin transforms into a Gholdengo like creature. "Hmmm, why did that coin just transform into... A Gholdengo? Wait a minute." Sobble checks his pockets quickly. "Hmmmm I knew this souvenir would come in handy. After that one time I accidentally teleported to the wrong destination when I used the teleport spell a long time ago. I found this Great Ball on the ground." Sobble flips his top hat backwards. "Go! Great Ball!" Sobble chucks the bal at the creature and gets sucked into the ball.

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“Oh okay



But yeah, I’m gonna show you a family secret of mine that’s been passed down for generations”

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