[Open] The Mark of the Herald

[thewatchers]

Mark of the Herald Part I
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Despite certain disruptive events and ominous visions in the preceding month, August is seemingly still free of any problems.

That’s quick to change, however. Starting from the third of the month, strange, circular marks begin to appear on human students around the school - and, indeed, humans around the world. Those affected begin to feel incurably drowsy, something that no magical or mundane solution can seem to cure or relieve; eventually, they’ll fall asleep entirely, whether they want to or not, and enter a state of magical stasis. Not even nonhumans are immune, though whether they’re marked seems to be much more erratic.

Those who remain awake or are otherwise spared by the mark are free to do as they wish - the Academy won’t ask them to do more than keep themselves safe. But where each marked person falls in slumber, a portal will form; a strange tear in reality, offering glimpses of a surreal, nightmarish plane that differs vastly from individual to individual. One thing is certain; the cause of a victim’s seemingly endless sleep and these portals are linked somehow, and the only way to find out exactly how is to go through...and the only ones capable of doing so are those who are still awake.

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[hattersgonnahat]

[She should've been more careful, before just walking into portals without knowing where they went. That's how so many got stuck in the Time Rift before.]

[But what waited on the other side was actually...not the worse thing. It was a library that looked a little run-down, neglected but would've looked amazing at one time. And the fruit smells weren't bad either.]

Hellooooo... [Puella walks closer to the spiral staircases. Thinking if no one is down here then they might be up there.] Does someone live here?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[There is only the fluttering of wings and pages turning - but if Puella strains to listen, she'd hear a skittering sound from above]

[hattersgonnahat]

[Skittering?]

[That's...interesting. Maybe worrisome. Sherlock's dream surely doesn't have some sort of infestation now, hopefully. (The moths were at least small and cute.)]

[She goes up the stairs, tentatively. If it turns out to be a massive cockroach or something she was out.]