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| [There is a sheep in the library. Trying to shelve books. Naturally, this is not going very well, mostly because a. lack of hands and b. lack of height. Then there is c. librarian that is giving the poor sheep a lecture on how the distinct smell of sheep is not something that she wants on her books. Two students are standing nearby and discussing with low voices why the hell there is a sheep ....all in all this corner of the library is not particularely quiet right now.
Finally, the sheep replies to the scolding, trying to sound jovial but clearly a bit stressed out.] I'll take my day off today then. See you tomorrow, mate, and if you're up for a pint later, you'll have to pay because I can't carry a wallet right now. [And with a nudge to the poor librarian's butt, the sheep is trotting down the aisle, towards you.] | |
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| [England has been having a peaceful week or two lately, recovering from a terrible shock and becoming more and more comfortable with her magic. However, even anime Hogwarts can only be enough for so long, for the great British Empire. She's been feeling rather homesick. She misses the sophisticated rituals and traditions of England, she misses her fairy friends, she misses proper food and tea...
And so, England is now set up outside somewhere she could find some free space with a lovely little table and chairs, complete with tablecloth, tea and scones. The scones actually look quite edible (don't be fooled). She looks very pleased with herself, sitting on her own, drinking tea. She's probably invited a few people to join her (New Zealand, do your duty) but for the moment...
... Well, it's not as if she's lonely!!] | |
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| [France has absolutely no idea what had just happened. All he remembers is that one minute, he was at home... and the next he had walked through that door, and been enrolled in a school for magicians (which didn't exist, by the way) and assigned to a kodor, or... something like that. And now maref was being held the next day - at least, that was what his papers had said. They really seemed to enjoy making their new students hit the ground running.
Still, this was all a little too much to take in, even for a nation who prided himself on being able to adapt to almost any situation. So there he is, sitting in the courtyard, with his few things collected together into his lap, trying to soak everything in. It's still so surreal, despite how Earth-like it may seem to him - like this is some sort of dream.
He glanced briefly at his arm, and the hideous... thing they'd put there - they'd called in the Rukh's Eye, a way of communication in this world. Initially he'd refused it, but they'd forcibly rolled up his sleeve and shoved it onto his arm. After staring at it for another moment, he quickly pulled down his sleeve to hide it as best he could, before standing up. Well! There was no way he was going to learn about this place if he didn't do something. So he turned to the nearest person, and approached them, smiling, with a question.]
Pardonnez-moi... I am new here, if you could not tell... do you by any chance know where the, ah, maref rooms are...?
(( ooc: You can find him anywhere you like - perhaps you're the person he asked for directions, or maybe you meet him as he's snooping around the area, or even as he's going to the dormitories and getting settled in! Just put where you want to meet him in the subject <3 also if you're a pretty lady, watch out, he flirts )) | |
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| [Action 1 - Hallways]
[Jack's just arrived, and he's still taking this place in. He's had his test and his placement, but to be honest, that doesn't mean a lot to him, and, well, he's more interested in looking around. Which is what he's doing. What he's not doing is paying attention to the people in his surroundings. Even after spending what seems like weeks with the guardians (was it really all over in a few days?) he's not used to people being able to see him.
Which probably explains why he's trying to walk through people, and still not learning his lesson.]
Oof-- I'm sorry! Are you okay? [He'll offer a hand if they've been knocked to the ground, or lean over to pick up anything they've dropped, a little flustered.]
[Action 2 - Boy's Dorm]
[The door to his room's still open and he's holding up his uniform, face a picture of distaste.] They expect us to wear this? [No one mention how old fashioned his trousers are or stained his jumper.]
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| [Everything about this place is new to Boris. At this point, he's not sure whether this is actually a good or a bad thing. It's not Wonderland, he's pretty sure about that now, and while the idea of exploring some place so entirely foreign to him is great and exciting and interesting and--
--what if he loses Alice?
He doesn't even know how he got here. His door is hiding from him, he's certain, and who knows if there's even another way for him to get back home. What if Alice misses him? He'd just made that promise, too, and now he doesn't even know if she's worried or maybe will even remember him if (when) he gets back. He didn't realise this when he first arrived, but now he's spent too long worrying.
The whole first day (it was day for a long time, he thinks, isn't that weird?) he spent napping in what was apparently his room now; he didn't see the other person who shared it, but hopefully they'll get along well enough whenever he does meet them. He'd been sleeping for a reason. Just hoping, on the off chance, that maybe Nightmare would be lurking around to tell him what had happened or at least that Alice was okay.
He's given up on waiting for that chance. He doesn't want to think about it, so now he's familiarising himself with the other 'magicians' (oh- that's what he is now, isn't it? a magician...he's pretty sure that role involves studying or something, but he'll figure that out later) in a more roundabout way than actually approaching them.
Which means going through their things.
Anyone in the halls may notice that he's testing almost every door; if it's unlocked, he enters and eventually makes his way back out to try another door. If you happen to be in your room at the time, a certain cat-eared boy has invited himself in and is curiously looking around with...surprisingly little regard for the fact that someone else is currently occupying it.
This starts in the men's dormitories and will eventually move on to the women's if left unchecked. He's not used to boundaries, you see.]
((ooc tl;dr: Boris is poking around your personal belongings, sorry.))
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| [Odd as it might seem, the guy with the giant sword spends most of his free time in the library. Roy gets plenty of exercise in class (Fighter College had less rigorous training than the body-strengthening marefs!), and he's long past the point where routine training drills with his blade can do more than keep the rust off. So instead, Roy has devoted himself to acquiring information -- about the world, about the dungeons, about magic, about anything he can get his hands on, in the belief that any piece of information could prove useful in the long term.]
[Given how little knowledge had accidentally fallen into his lap this far, he definitely believes this campaign is one that requires active, independent research rather than one that conveniently hands over facts and helpful plot details in convenient notes and surprisingly-relevant books.]
[So you might have seen him in the library -- yet again -- or perhaps carrying as many books as he's allowed to take out, back to his room.] | |
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| [It's been over a month since he arrived. Over a month since he set foot in his own country. Over a month and he still hadn't the foggiest idea why he was here. If he had been called for some higher purpose, if it had been explained to him then he might feel a bit better but he'd been pulled from his home with without warning or reason.
At least they'd been nice enough to give him a place to stay and food to eat but they still didn't let him out of the academy. He was supposed to stay here and learn a craft that they'd chosen for him. Normally he would have been enthalled by the whole idea, had he chosen it himself but the implications of the situation left a bad taste in his mouth. This wasn't right, he had responsibilities and he needed to go home.
Latvia stood at the top of the stairs, infront of the gate in the courtyard just as dusk was beginning to fall. If he had come through here it would make sense that entering the gate would take him back. Wringing his hands he took one last look at the school building before reaching out and... nothing. Instead of passing thought as he had hoped his fingers brushed against the portal as if it was solid. Originally he had been worried about where he might come out, but now he was worried he wouldn't be able to get back through. Becoming slightly more desperate he began to push and kick against the gate but it still held strong.
From his burning desire to return home he managed to tap into what little magoi he had. With his strength magic to aid him he took a step back, readying to charge, hoping that it would do something] | |
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| [One hundred and sixty six. One hundred and sixty seven. One hundred and sixty eight. The rhythmic tip-tap of shoes against the cobbled floor barely echoed among the noise of the courtyard of birds--sometimes students, too--overhead, and those calling to one another. Germany's rope slapped against the floor occasionally as she skipped for the past hour. Her uniform was abandoned not far, discarded after-hours for ease of practice.
Her back was starting to ache, however. She'd never felt the strain of her figure before arriving her. Now her back ached liberally with exerted effort. If anything was an incentive to get out of here and where she belonged, getting rid of back ache was a good one as any.]
One hundred and seventy. One hundred and seventy one. [She muttered to herself, resisting the urge to wipe her damp fringe off her forehead. Perhaps she could get two hours out of this before figuring out what to do about food for the evening.
The thought was just about distracting her from those who stared as she exercised.] | |
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| [Rukhs. Dungeon Gates. Magicians.
Magic.
He could barely wrap his head around these terms, to acknowledge their existence as real and fact. Not just some slight of hand or a cheap charlatan's trick. No, there were flying carpets, magic spells that could lift a man of his feet and send him flying in one direction if he resisted, a strange crystal that pushed back when he carefully placed his hands on the smooth surface, and the alien architecture and foreign words that he had to accept as his reality now.
They called him an Indigo Mage, a Strength Mage. He glanced down at his hand; a warrior's hand, covered in calluses and skin hardened and toughened through war and training. Flexing his fingers, he frowned, closing them to form a fist and straining to find his Qi; the energy that brought forth strength from within. But where there was once something, now there was nothing. It was like reaching for a tool, no, it was like trying to move an arm or a leg, only to find...nothing. It was as if his access to his Qi was blocked.
He leaned his head back on the wall he was resting on outside his assigned room 107, closing his eyes in an attempt to block out the sounds and sights around him. He might appear relaxed, but his other hand gripped his twin axes tightly, an indication of the distress and inner turmoil he was feeling. He was still trying to come to terms with all that had happened back home, still searching for answers to the questions that burned within him, a quiet, intense flame that consumed his every being, and now that he was here, in Magnoshuttatt, his problems only multiplied. Quietly, he muttered to himself.]
Can the way of the warrior lead me home, when I'm no longer the warrior I once was?
[Maybe you overheard him? Without his Qi, his senses had been dulled and it was more difficult to notice people, especially with his eyes closed like that. Or perhaps you're wondering why he's just standing outside his room like that, still wearing the Chinese armour he arrived in. At any rate, he looked like he needed someone to talk to.] | |
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| [It's been a long time since Hama had to get used to living somewhere new, but she finds it oddly reassuring that she doesn't like it any more than she did fifteen years ago. It isn't the weather that bothers her, nor the place itself, nor the people in it (with only a few exceptions) - but the simple fact that she's here and never wanted to be, robbed of her Psynergy without warning or explanation, and expected to learn magic simply because it's there? What's the purpose of it all? How did they do it? And what's to happen back home?
Her room is larger than she's used to, with enough space to do at least most of her exercises and forms, especially now that the cold has set in. But she needs more practice with the staff, especially with her magic tied to it, and that hasn't been possible indoors so far. And since the snow doesn't show any signs of letting up, there's only to find a space that's been mostly cleared and practice there.
Thus, Hama can be found in the courtyard, practicing forms. Snowflakes swirl around the ends of the staff and spiral away when it spins, caught in the eddying currents of air produced by her magic.
Feel free to bother her!] | |
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