[Open] The Mark of the Herald

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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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[nor_iron_bars]

[With the hand she has resting on the twig, she bends it back carefully, holding on to the tree to keep herself in place.]

Yeah, yeah, I could do that. Or, hear me out... [The shit-eating grin is audible in her voice, even in the face (beak?) of imminent death. She looks up right at the owl, tensed and ready, waits until the last possible minute-]

[-and jumps.]

[She lets go of the tree and the twig straightens up abruptly without an anchored weight holding it in place, flinging her up and forward to add some extra height to her already ridiculous leap. Making it enough to carry her right over the owl's head... and onto its' back.]

[Where she lands and promptly grabs on for dear life, because this probably going to be a bumpy ride.]

Ahahahahaha!

[hawkwardness]

< No! No! What is wro--jump off! I'll catch you! >

[Sounds like he's chasing the owl. He can only hope he's able to get close enough. His wings are not meant for night flights, the air feels lifeless and still.

Jail is, indeed, on the owl's back. But what are owls famous for? Being able to turn their heads around, of course. It abruptly changes course, finding a branch to land on, and twisting around, opening its beak...]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail leans back in the classic "whoa, we got a badass here" fashion, holding on to the owl with the strength of her legs alone, avoiding the beak.]

Dude, you don't wanna come over here, there's an owl.

[What? Just because she's willing to risk getting herself eaten for a good time doesn't mean she wants a student to end up as owl pellets. They cut your pay for that kind of thing.]

[Upon further consideration, she takes advantage of the owl's head being pointed in her direction to punch it in the eye.]

[She's much smaller than usual, and isn't superhumanly strong like some, but she's got a solid right hook and even a tiny fist directly to the eyeball isn't exactly fun.]

[hawkwardness]

[It jerks back, startled--prey might bite, but they don't punch owls in the eye, and that was most certainly not a bite. A good idea, unlike her last one, because it distracts the owl long enough...

Surprise is everything in fights like these, and now the Tobias has it. He's smaller than the owl, but it has no idea he's coming until it's too late, rather like its prey would. It hears wings flapping, turning its head away from the tiny human, only see a hawk's talons flying at its face, too late to react--]

< Jail! Jump off! Now! >

[Before he slams into the owl and takes it off the branch. That'd be nice.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail actually listens this time, pushing off and backflipping away to land on a lower branch with the unrealistic grace of someone who pulls off bullshit acrobatic stunts as a matter of survival.]

[She manages to flip the owl off on her way down. She knows it won't understand her, but it still makes her happy.]

[hawkwardness]

[He doesn't hurt the owl... much. But he does make sure it's chased off, giving it plenty of motivation for it not to try again, then he lands next to the inexplicably tiny Jail on her branch.

Why is life so weird.]

< What happened? To make you so small, I mean. >

[nor_iron_bars]

Man, I dunno. [Jail shrugs, leaning against some comfy-looking leaves.] You tell me, it's your dream.

[hawkwardness]

< I don't think this is a dream, I think it's really happened. Nightfall, I mean. >

[No sunrise. No more daylight, ever. The plants are already dying. The food chain is collapsing. The world's already dead, it just doesn't know it yet.]

[nor_iron_bars]

Mmm, nope? Pretty sure we're dreaming. [She shrugs.] I mean, let's ask ourselves: what about specifically the apocalypse would shrink me to exactly your size? Doesn't make sense.