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In a world of myths and mysteries, the pinnacle of the magical academies exists. Eldritch Academy offers education to all ages and species but specializes in the study and training of one's innate mystical capabilities, often called Eldritch Energies, Powers, or Unknowns, but more formally known as their Talent. However, tensions run high with the nations only holding a fragile peace as the Talents that rival the epitomes of technology change the balance of power.
With the more recent uprising of evil Shades and introduction of combat-oriented programs into Talent-focused schools, nations grow more aggressive towards one another. The demand for resources grows, and skirmishes at the border of Arka and Mistere become more frequent. Monsters run into the nations from the Wildes, terrorizing villages and cities. The need for trained or in-training Hunters and Guardians has never been more urgent.
Of Myths and Mysteries
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FEBRUARY 20, 2019
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dejavu of a night i don’t remember (private, scylla)
Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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Luna ☾, Niðgeisl
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Alatum (Pegasus)
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ephi
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all my life
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Jan 5, 2019 20:11:09 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Jan 5, 2019 20:11:09 GMT -6
| the look of me when i opened my eyes,
it was so bright that i didnt dare approach |
Faint scents of jasmine and seawater waft throughout almost-empty, murmuring hallways. Scented candles—gifts from a particular teacher—line windowsills, shining their tiny lights through foggy glass into the wintry blackness outside. In the melding darkness, snow falls, consistent enough to spur pedestrians towards warm fireplaces but not enough to deter younger and more rambunctious students as they begin to hurl snowballs at one another.
Only dim, magically infused lantern-posts hint at concealed cobblestone pathways, hiding away underneath pillowy powder-snow. Lonely footsteps mimic the paths of the much-used walkways, leading to and from various school buildings, containing many auditoriums and forums. One of which including a multi-purpose Seth's favorite study spot, a small alcove with well-lit tables and various potted plants surrounding a small fireplace, which sits adjacent to any more relevant rooms without a partition to separate it from the hallway. He treks in, footprints leaving residue of some well-outmatched road salt, holding a well worn, expensive-looking backpack by its handle before dropping himself (and his bag) into the nearest faux-leather couch. He pulls out a ratty looking notebook, filled with color-coded but messy notes, then—while breathing roughly with exertion—he pulls a nice looking laptop from the depths of his backpack. He slips on a pair of silken gloves, as white as the snow outside, and begins typing something, passionately and somewhat loudly.
LAIKA OF THQ
Faint scents of jasmine and seawater waft throughout almost-empty, murmuring hallways. Scented candles—gifts from a particular teacher—line windowsills, shining their tiny lights through foggy glass into the wintry blackness outside. In the melding darkness, snow falls, consistent enough to spur pedestrians towards warm fireplaces but not enough to deter younger and more rambunctious students as they begin to hurl snowballs at one another.
Only dim, magically infused lantern-posts hint at concealed cobblestone pathways, hiding away underneath pillowy powder-snow. Lonely footsteps mimic the paths of the much-used walkways, leading to and from various school buildings, containing many auditoriums and forums. One of which including a multi-purpose Seth's favorite study spot, a small alcove with well-lit tables and various potted plants surrounding a small fireplace, which sits adjacent to any more relevant rooms without a partition to separate it from the hallway. He treks in, footprints leaving residue of some well-outmatched road salt, holding a well worn, expensive-looking backpack by its handle before dropping himself (and his bag) into the nearest faux-leather couch. He pulls out a ratty looking notebook, filled with color-coded but messy notes, then—while breathing roughly with exertion—he pulls a nice looking laptop from the depths of his backpack. He slips on a pair of silken gloves, as white as the snow outside, and begins typing something, passionately and somewhat loudly. |
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Priscilla "Scylla" Lysende
OOC Account
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68 D+
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4
SPEED •
1
RESILIENCE •
2
STAMINA •
2
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Neon Idiosyncrasy
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Oni
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Chaileo
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Jan 8, 2019 5:52:23 GMT -6
Post by Priscilla "Scylla" Lysende on Jan 8, 2019 5:52:23 GMT -6
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Gods she needed a smoke, not just this flimsy e-cig vape either. She needed to feel the paper as she rolled, the texture was different, the feeling was different. People said it was addicting as if it were a bad thing, but it gave a her a goal. Find someone nice to roll and smoke, most people wandered the world aimlessly with unreachable goals like 'have a perfect family' or 'meet my soulmate and live happily' when in reality many of them weren't achieved. A couple of days ago she had toyed with that kid on the roof, the one she had painted a dick on it was um. Right yea, Moth. Heh her mind must have been really relaxed then because her normal self was coming back to her with a harsh rebound, fingernails itching for blood as a trickle of snow met the warmth of her neck. Was wandering aimlessly a career choice because if so she'd smash through that companies monthly goal, yea this was definitely something which she was good at, cobbles passing beneath her feet as not even the weather warded her off.
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There she was thinking that her stomping feet, self centered smoking, and occasional fingernail across metal scratching was the loudest things these bland walls had to offer. Echoing slightly the rest of the world seemed so peaceful, through a window she spied the snow settling, a streetlamp above it setting the snow covered ground alight with a blazing white shine. Ears attuning to the annoyance as she honed in on the shortest path, she'd read those articles about 'zero vaping' and 'stealth vaping' but really now as if she was going to care. Slipping the new cartridge in the scent blossomed around her. Wow it was neon green, the little liquid, almost as bright as her partially glowing body. Sour apple pie, the sickly sweet smell was nigh nauseating had she not been used to it. "ehhhHH this is a really nice bag innit." half draping herself across the back of the try=hard leather couch her fingers danced across the top of the expensive looking bag. Slight exhaling sending streams of vape skittering through the air. Now who was this pretty boy, he looked rich. "So rich bitch who are you to be a pretty little princess locked away studying at this time?" not exactly an outward insult but she'd never really bothered with that, besides most people weren't phased by petty insults.
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Jupiter
Takpo
GRADE •
C (75)
VITALITY •
1
STRENGTH •
4 (5)
SPEED •
4 (5)
RESILIENCE •
1
STAMINA •
2
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Luna ☾, Niðgeisl
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Alatum (Pegasus)
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ephi
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all my life
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Jan 22, 2019 9:38:45 GMT -6
Post by Jupiter on Jan 22, 2019 9:38:45 GMT -6
| the look of me when i opened my eyes,
it was so bright that i didnt dare approach |
Smoking… Smoking was one of the foreign things he never understood. Sure, scented candles were nice, and being high or buzzed is its own joy, but breathing in sludge… Small wood particles into your lungs. Directly into your lungs.
It’s not something that as a magical, hedonistic doctor, he can actually treat for; other than a giving the patient firm slap on the hand and few packets of nicotine gum. Their lungs would have to clear naturally—slowly—as well. Magical water can repair bones, bind flesh, but not remove a bullet, or similarly: the tar left behind after a habit of smoking.
He barely bats an eye at the mean-spirited comment, fully hearing it, reveling in it, even, but only giving the other… Uh, person… A short, concise response, atypical of his talkative self: "What?" Not phased or enunciated like a question, and even without a trace of malice. Not that it was said overly nice, either. He returns as if he is lost in thought: "Oh… Finals," he returns to his status quo, "All the coffee shops are full, and the dorms are loud, as usual," he pauses and looks up to her, smiling as if the mean-spirited comment blew over his head, which it didn’t. Kill them with kindness, or something. "Shouldn’t you be studying? Or are you taking a break? Stimulants—adderall—can make you feel lethargic. Not that I’d know, though," he winks.
He smells the annoying vapors in the air, ruining the soft embrace of floral oils and burning wick. He doesn’t gesture or mention the nearby “no vaping” reminder on a nearby bulletin board, only letting onto it with a simple look. They’re probably aware of the rule, anyways. He tries his luck: "What flavor is that? It looks toxic," he blinks, "I prefer the ‘pure’ stuff," he searches his brain for nonexistent information.
A fun idea comes to him. He puffs out his cheeks, moving the air and saliva inside with his hydrokinesis, before opening his mouth and releasing a large cloud of white vapor into the nearby air. He laughs, breaking his composure, "What’s your name? And who are you, dragon, to be harassing the princess in his tower."
LAIKA OF THQ
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