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Institute of the Unique, Talented, and Magical RP
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 22:31 (1 Year ago)
Jack rose early. She was always up with the sun or earlier; it was simply a fact.
She pulled her hair back, the dark coloring catching the early morning sunlight. With nimble fingers, she deftly gathered it at the base of her neck, tying it back with a grey strand of ribbon. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, unsure if she liked what she saw. But it didn't matter. Obsessing over something that she couyldn't change was illogical. And what was Jack without her logic?
She turned away. Jack grabbed her standard cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. With one final glance around the dorm room, she left. She walked down the empty hallways, her footsteps echoing on the flagstones. She knew she should practice her dueling, but decided to forgo the training center. Instead, she found herself drifting down a side passage to a familiar abandoned classroom. She opened the door (actively splintering), and stepped into a realm of stone and light, the sun streaming through the dingy windows.
Hanging her cloak on the battered hook near the door, she began to train. One, two, three, four. The movements were perfectly fluid, reminiscent of a memory. She missed the olden days. The days when life was... easier.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 22:58 (1 Year ago)
She had a good power, Att needed power.
The cold steel of the blade in his hand was the only thing keeping him chained to the world.
The blade nicked his palm and the blood welled up.
With one hand, he tossed the blade at Jack, with the other, he threw up an illusion, just enough to keep him safe to not die, just to be hit once...
Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 23:10 (1 Year ago)
He watched for a second, before continuing on his merry way.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 23:26 (1 Year ago)
"Mr. Redding, just what do you think you are doing?"
He looked different too, as if his edges were harder. His expression bordered on one of mania. Jack's logic did not like these new developments one bit.
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Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 23:34 (1 Year ago)
"... What's going on here? Knife? Blood?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Sun, 12/03/2023 23:39 (1 Year ago)
An hour into the morning run, he felt a fluctuation in the air, or in other words, something is going in, and it probably involved either Jack, Atticus, Kendo, or even unluckier, all three of them.
Once he arrived at the scene, the first thing that he noticed was blood.
"...What's going on here."
It wasn't a question, as much as it sounded like one. He stared the 3 whom he wanted to see the least together.
Jack was injured, Atticus is holding a knife, and Kendo seemingly just like him, has just arrived as well.
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 00:47 (1 Year ago)
He knocked her down and put a knife to her throat. He just wanted to scare her enough to hit him with her powers. He didn't want to harm her, but if a little bit of maiming was in order, he would do it.
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 00:50 (1 Year ago)
"Atticus, I don't want to hurt you! Why are you doing this?"
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 00:59 (1 Year ago)
The crystal symbols pulsed and Atticus jumped forward.
Please Jack... I need this...
He took a knife from the wall, if Jack wouldn't do it, he'd make her do it.
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:02 (1 Year ago)
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:12 (1 Year ago)
He slid his hand into his pocket and brought out an empty crystal, just in case.
"Jack. I know you were asking Kendo about who would hurt him. In my third year, I pushed him down a flight of stairs because I was bored."
He smirked.
"Guess I don't belong in my house. I was sorted into it because I can keep a temporary truce long. I can't keep an oath forever though."
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:13 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:22 (1 Year ago)
But white-hot rage coursed through her veins. She became deaf to the whispers of her logic, and for one moment, she just wanted to make Atticus Redding pay. Removing the invisibility, she stalked toward him, sparks of light flickering around her fingers. Her eyes glinted dangerously.
An orb of light grew in her fingers, bathing the room in its golden glow. The sparks began to orbit around it, like demented planets orbiting their sun. She raised her hand above her head, and a beam of light shot from the orb. It nailed Atticus right in the chest, singing his robe slightly.
His smirk was burned into her retinas. The regret coursed in a few minutes too late, and she ran to him.
"Att, what the hell?"
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:23 (1 Year ago)
Kaori tilted her head, as she carefully adjusted her violin case with her other hand, as it had fallen out of her hands.
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:28 (1 Year ago)
"Damn Jack..."
The crystal in his hand filled with power and was absorbed into another symbol on his skin.
He placed his hand on Jack's shoulder.
"Just close your eyes for a sec, alright?"
He placed a finger on her forehead and flicked her away.
He ran back to his dorm. As he looked himself in the mirror, he could see the blood coming out of his wound and trickling out of his mouth.
"Still works."
He stumbled one more time, passing out, the mirror cracking and shards landing all over the floor.
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:32 (1 Year ago)
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:38 (1 Year ago)
✿ Where there are bees there are flowers ✿
✿ And wherever there are flowers, there is new life and hope ✿
✿ And wherever there is new life and hope, there is love, and someone there ✿
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:43 (1 Year ago)
She slumped to the floor, sitting with her back leaning against the wall. The anger had disapated and she was just left with herself. Herself and her logic.
Fact: Something had happened to Atticus in the last twenty-four hours.
Fact: Even before eighth year, Atticus had never been this... assertive? Responsive? Communicative?
Fact: Atticus had thrown caution to the wind and had gone rogue.
Fact: Atticus had mentioned his family at the sorting, and how he hated them.
Fact: Atticus had been baiting her. He had wanted her to blast him.
Fact: Atticus knew that mentioning Kendo would get her angry enough to blast him.
She closed her eyes, rememberring his exact words. "Ah... well... You can imagine how life is with an alcoholic rich as a father. I spent most of my time making sure I wouldn't die. And... yes sorry I took some time. I was more into studies back then, but now I figure I should probably get some friends."
And more about his magical skills: "I really only get by with illusions. I can fence decently, but that's it. I can throw a punch, but not enough to knock someone out. I hope... I hope that there will not be a situation where we will have to fight for our lives..."
That magic was not his standard fare. It worried Jack.
Jack pieced it all together. He had stopped being afraid. He was taking his destiny into his own hands. Revenge against his father perhaps? She would need to ask Ayran, see what he knew. And Atticus had needed her to attack him for... something. She wondered if she should go looking for him. No, later.
After another few minutes of musings, she rose. Jack could not afford to miss any more classes. She already had her first detention that evening with Professor Kane.
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Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:53 (1 Year ago)
He was conscious, but the shards of glass embedded in his arm that were reflecting light gave him a headache. He plucked each of them out and applied alcohol to the wounds.
He couldn't believe he had Jack's power. Even if he could only use it for at most a day, he had it.
He brushed himself off, the burn on his chest stinging. He had taken a painkiller, but the task ahead was so big, he couldn't get his head around it.
He found the bottle of pills and swallowed 3. The pain was still in his chest as he took more and more, his head growing lighter and dizzier.
Posted: Mon, 13/03/2023 01:57 (1 Year ago)
Kendo stood behind Atticus, his usual easy-going smile gone.
"need help there, buddy?"
His tone was not very buddy-ish.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.