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daybreakacademy2019-02-13 09:59 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-02-13 09:59 am
Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power
WHO: Héctor, OTA Catch All
WHERE: Around the school
WHEN: Various times after the 9th and/or the Valentines dance
WHAT: Various opens in the late evening
WARNINGS: Standard spoilers
You can't turn around a bad day, week, month, year, decade... you can't turn any of that without trying first. And so, once the monster's beaten back, his lost arm is returned, and the dance wraps up, so begins his annual rejuvenation. It's his return to the grind, starting every January (late this year but, well, he's doing his best), when he goes back to the drawing board and renews his plans-- only this time, not just for his return home. He's got a few things in mind this year, and isn't that exciting in and of itself?
A - OTA
With his arm back in place and whole again (gone for that week of the 2nd to the 9th and leaving him looking more like a zombie to people than he'd ever let himself before), he can actually get back to repairing the other one who took some hits this past while.
Rather than steal from the shop class, this time Héctor has decided to break in. Which, considering how much they let him use this place for doing repairs around the school, it isn't really breaking in is it? He doesn't think so. And so, upon a work table, in the dead of night, he's lain out a broken guitar. He's got nails and tools, bits of wood and scrap metal, anything he thought he could need for trying to repair the old thing. The guitar's not going to sound good when he's done, but it'll be something.
Despite everything, he's not quite ready to give up on music yet. In fact, he takes to humming a little as he works, breaking into soft song only to quiet again into humming as he hammers and cuts and sands away at the guitar. Until he hears footsteps and abruptly stops, that is.
B - Aube
Not every night can be spent on fixing the guitar. He's still got occasional evening classes to TA for, things to mark, essays to read. On those nights, he settles in the Aube common room, quietly working this time.
Being nocturnal as he is means bad news for any kids sneaking out of the dorm late in the night. "Ah, ah!" He says to any looking a little too ready to go, eyes lifting from his work to them and brows lifting higher. "Did you text Bee for this little excursion?"
C - Aube
Of course, not every child getting up in the night is looking for rowdy adventure. He knows all too well by now that some of these kids have had more adventure than they ever asked or bargained for. Those quiet wanderers, or ones who settle in corners, they're no less apt to get his attention.
He gives them their moment of space and quiet. Just a moment. Then, trying not to scare or disturb them, he walks over, placing a hand to the back of any given chair and tilting his head down at them.
"Hey," He says, soft as he can. "You okay? Can't sleep?"
D - OTA
In the early mornings, for any early risers who seek him (and not one of the smarter or more experienced of adults in this place) he's of course there to tutor those who need it. He may not always know what he's doing with magic but he can work out a lesson and, more than that, he can work with kids.
He draws another example upon paper when he can't simply show it, and he presents it, explaining each piece and part. "Do you understand?" He asks.
Perhaps you're the one he's tutoring. Or, perhaps, you're catching him just as the last kid wanders off and he's gathering up the books and papers, time soon running out with the coming dawn. But he might have time for one more.
E - OTA
He doesn't know the first thing about this, any of this. He keeps telling himself he's not a fighter, but more and more he's coming to realize he might need to be. It's not just about him anymore.
That evening he finds himself in one of the training areas. The bow he takes up is tall and heavy, heavier than a guitar. He's got the dexterity for that and the experiencing of firing... his arm. But it's not the same and he hasn't entirely got the strength built in him for using this thing. He's not sure if he can build the strength or if what he's got is as good as it's going to get. But he can't see himself yet using anything else.
So, there he is in the range, practicing. His shots mostly miss but every now and again he gets somewhere and he's encouraged to go farther. He gives a little laugh of victory and surprise in these moments. Hopefully he's not interrupting anything.
Of course in all his focus, anyone interrupting him is almost certain to make him jump and yelp and send and arrow flying far off target.
F - OTA
At some point before the library's closing for the night, he's managed to surround himself so thoroughly in books that he's built something of a wall around himself. His hand is half tangled in his hair and his brow is knit with concentration, pencil tapping absentmindedly in his other hand as he reads. The books seem to be all about defensive and offensive runes and spells.
"Wait, what?" He straightens up, flipping pages back, and then to his current page, comparing them. "That doesn't make sense, how can you-- what?"
G -[Closed to Orihime]
"Orihime?"
The call comes with a knock. Finally, at long last, he can repay this girl. He's ready at her door, smiling in his newly repaired clothing and holding a bag of tools and materials (nabbed from the shop class as usual).
As the door opens he laughs and say, "Repair service! Is now a good time?"
H - St. Valentine's eve - [Closed to close CR and/or those who ask first]
He's only been here so long, only saved up so much and a lot of it goes towards his hopeful plans. But for this, he can spare a small expense.
The shopkeeper had eyed him curiously, as exhausted and nervous as he'd appeared to be that morning of the thirteenth, pushing the limits of his magic into the day. He knows, in some sense, that he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't.
But it's the first time in ten years he could do anything and... well, she deserves something. After ten years she deserves so much and a simple carnation or rose just isn't cutting it. Even this doesn't quite but... he can't push more, because even with this, the best gift he could give is his distance.
The note simply reads "for Imelda Rivera" in fancy calligraphic script. He presses the tiny card to his lips then places it back into the bouquet. It's a bright one, colorful, with full, giant blooms. There's soft pinks and bright ones, oranges and reds and blues, greenery, and vivid purples-- her favorite. It'll remind her of home, he's sure.
Off he goes into the night, bringing his delivery to the Lumiere dorms. He just needs to leave it at her door and go. So far so good. He won't get to see her reaction like this, but that's fine. She doesn't need to be happy with him, he just needs her to be happy. That's what he tells himself as he slowly and quietly works his way back, turns the corner-- and freezes, a deer in headlights as the second worst thing that could happen here, does.
I - Other, Make your own
WHERE: Around the school
WHEN: Various times after the 9th and/or the Valentines dance
WHAT: Various opens in the late evening
WARNINGS: Standard spoilers
You can't turn around a bad day, week, month, year, decade... you can't turn any of that without trying first. And so, once the monster's beaten back, his lost arm is returned, and the dance wraps up, so begins his annual rejuvenation. It's his return to the grind, starting every January (late this year but, well, he's doing his best), when he goes back to the drawing board and renews his plans-- only this time, not just for his return home. He's got a few things in mind this year, and isn't that exciting in and of itself?
A - OTA
With his arm back in place and whole again (gone for that week of the 2nd to the 9th and leaving him looking more like a zombie to people than he'd ever let himself before), he can actually get back to repairing the other one who took some hits this past while.
Rather than steal from the shop class, this time Héctor has decided to break in. Which, considering how much they let him use this place for doing repairs around the school, it isn't really breaking in is it? He doesn't think so. And so, upon a work table, in the dead of night, he's lain out a broken guitar. He's got nails and tools, bits of wood and scrap metal, anything he thought he could need for trying to repair the old thing. The guitar's not going to sound good when he's done, but it'll be something.
Despite everything, he's not quite ready to give up on music yet. In fact, he takes to humming a little as he works, breaking into soft song only to quiet again into humming as he hammers and cuts and sands away at the guitar. Until he hears footsteps and abruptly stops, that is.
B - Aube
Not every night can be spent on fixing the guitar. He's still got occasional evening classes to TA for, things to mark, essays to read. On those nights, he settles in the Aube common room, quietly working this time.
Being nocturnal as he is means bad news for any kids sneaking out of the dorm late in the night. "Ah, ah!" He says to any looking a little too ready to go, eyes lifting from his work to them and brows lifting higher. "Did you text Bee for this little excursion?"
C - Aube
Of course, not every child getting up in the night is looking for rowdy adventure. He knows all too well by now that some of these kids have had more adventure than they ever asked or bargained for. Those quiet wanderers, or ones who settle in corners, they're no less apt to get his attention.
He gives them their moment of space and quiet. Just a moment. Then, trying not to scare or disturb them, he walks over, placing a hand to the back of any given chair and tilting his head down at them.
"Hey," He says, soft as he can. "You okay? Can't sleep?"
D - OTA
In the early mornings, for any early risers who seek him (and not one of the smarter or more experienced of adults in this place) he's of course there to tutor those who need it. He may not always know what he's doing with magic but he can work out a lesson and, more than that, he can work with kids.
He draws another example upon paper when he can't simply show it, and he presents it, explaining each piece and part. "Do you understand?" He asks.
Perhaps you're the one he's tutoring. Or, perhaps, you're catching him just as the last kid wanders off and he's gathering up the books and papers, time soon running out with the coming dawn. But he might have time for one more.
E - OTA
He doesn't know the first thing about this, any of this. He keeps telling himself he's not a fighter, but more and more he's coming to realize he might need to be. It's not just about him anymore.
That evening he finds himself in one of the training areas. The bow he takes up is tall and heavy, heavier than a guitar. He's got the dexterity for that and the experiencing of firing... his arm. But it's not the same and he hasn't entirely got the strength built in him for using this thing. He's not sure if he can build the strength or if what he's got is as good as it's going to get. But he can't see himself yet using anything else.
So, there he is in the range, practicing. His shots mostly miss but every now and again he gets somewhere and he's encouraged to go farther. He gives a little laugh of victory and surprise in these moments. Hopefully he's not interrupting anything.
Of course in all his focus, anyone interrupting him is almost certain to make him jump and yelp and send and arrow flying far off target.
F - OTA
At some point before the library's closing for the night, he's managed to surround himself so thoroughly in books that he's built something of a wall around himself. His hand is half tangled in his hair and his brow is knit with concentration, pencil tapping absentmindedly in his other hand as he reads. The books seem to be all about defensive and offensive runes and spells.
"Wait, what?" He straightens up, flipping pages back, and then to his current page, comparing them. "That doesn't make sense, how can you-- what?"
G -[Closed to Orihime]
"Orihime?"
The call comes with a knock. Finally, at long last, he can repay this girl. He's ready at her door, smiling in his newly repaired clothing and holding a bag of tools and materials (nabbed from the shop class as usual).
As the door opens he laughs and say, "Repair service! Is now a good time?"
H - St. Valentine's eve - [Closed to close CR and/or those who ask first]
He's only been here so long, only saved up so much and a lot of it goes towards his hopeful plans. But for this, he can spare a small expense.
The shopkeeper had eyed him curiously, as exhausted and nervous as he'd appeared to be that morning of the thirteenth, pushing the limits of his magic into the day. He knows, in some sense, that he shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't.
But it's the first time in ten years he could do anything and... well, she deserves something. After ten years she deserves so much and a simple carnation or rose just isn't cutting it. Even this doesn't quite but... he can't push more, because even with this, the best gift he could give is his distance.
The note simply reads "for Imelda Rivera" in fancy calligraphic script. He presses the tiny card to his lips then places it back into the bouquet. It's a bright one, colorful, with full, giant blooms. There's soft pinks and bright ones, oranges and reds and blues, greenery, and vivid purples-- her favorite. It'll remind her of home, he's sure.
Off he goes into the night, bringing his delivery to the Lumiere dorms. He just needs to leave it at her door and go. So far so good. He won't get to see her reaction like this, but that's fine. She doesn't need to be happy with him, he just needs her to be happy. That's what he tells himself as he slowly and quietly works his way back, turns the corner-- and freezes, a deer in headlights as the second worst thing that could happen here, does.
I - Other, Make your own
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His expression softens a little, but he still smiles. "Yeah. Since my mom doesn't have any magic and I got an invitation... but I'm really glad I came. You're right, I've learned a lot too!"
Also it's a rich school with tons of benefits, it's the most luxury he's ever experienced.
"But at least you can see her doing the school breaks, right? We're not here all the time."
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He's glad the kid takes to that redirection and takes his words well enough. He doesn't mean to insult those people who let their kids here. He's just not sure it's the choice he'd make.
But then, soon enough, Yuya's taking it right back. There's a split second in which his face freezes. Then, "Ahah. Well. It's kind of complicated. Real boring adult stuff, you don't want to hear about it. But I've got plans to get home. I'm hoping I'll see her soon." And when he does he probably won't come back. Whenever that happens.
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If his blight issue isn't as normal as a lycan or something, maybe the school wants to keep a closer eye until they're sure it won't spread to be a problem? Yuya has no idea what happened in ten years in the Outlands, but the supervising staff at the school probably does. "Maybe she can visit you here instead? Is she old enough for that?"
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The deal was for them to study him. He hadn't actually intended on keeping that end of the bargain. That didn't mean others were allowing him to go home.
"I don't know, she's fourteen. That's kind of young to get on a plane and travel alone."
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"Oh," He starts softly with realization. "You only got out of the Outlands recently, didn't you?"
That means he's probably been missing for her, and Yuya's chest feels very tight with sympathy. There's upset written on his face, before he sucks in a breath and tries to smile. "I fly here and back home all the time alone, so I think she can definitely handle something like that. You know, the school has a family day in the summer where they make space to let people visit."
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He winces visibly and looks down, anywhere but Yuya himself. Suddenly the bow he's looped over himself is very interesting and he goes about fidgeting with it and adjusting things. He doesn't actually have an excuse for the rest of Yuya's suggestions. Just a sick feeling in his stomach and an ache in his heart.
"...We'll see. Like I said, It's a bit complicated." He forces on a wide smile when he looks up then. "But don't you worry about some old guy like me. I'm clever enough, I'll figure it out. I mean, I did get us this great flaming arrow idea didn't I? This is going to be muy chido!"
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"Okay. I--" bet she wants to see him, but the words stick into his throat. Yuya turns back forward with a noncommittal sound.
"... How much farther is it?" Actually, are they even going the right way? Odd-Eyes has just been marching in a mostly straight line with no direction.
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He climbs up a bit, shifting to peer around the dragon's form and squinting into the distance. He lights up.
"Ah! We're almost there! You see that?" He points up ahead where a wide bridge curves over a river, stone railings inlaid with intricate patterns. "That's our stop, kid."
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Hopefully no one minds them throwing fire and arrows into the river. Yuya wonders if it'll be frozen over when they approach.
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Someone might mind them shooting flaming arrows in a river but it was the middle of the night and if anyone was still up to catch them, well, they could... cross that bridge when they got to it.
There are probably a few frozen patches, maybe even a layer over the top, but a river rushes too fast to ever fully freeze beneath. Even that didn't matter much. As long as they could shoot where nothing and no one could burn, they were set.
He slides on down the dragon (purposefully this time) and notes to himself that it's much easier to do so when he's forced to be one held together piece. It does mean he stumbles a bit on the walk without his cane but that's alright. He reaches the bridges rail and grins out the river and the sky, and then back to the boy.
"So, I'll shoot up, skywards over the river, and you go on ahead and do your flame-y thingy at the arrows I shoot. Sound good?"
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Odd-Eyes grumbles in response, inclining his head. He seems to understand.
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But there's a reason he wants to launch something other than his limbs. He pulls the string back and then fires up. And then watches to see what the dragon manages.
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A massive fireball that obliterates the arrow with overkill instead of finesse. He's missing the point of the exercise a little.
"... Maybe a small one next time, Odd-Eyes."
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"If someone had told me fifteen years ago I'd be shooting arrows for a dragon I'd have told them to pass me some of that Tequila."
He lines up another arrow and fires it.
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"It's pretty unbelievable," He says. "I think I spent years half expecting the camera crew to jump out and tell me how they'd really fooled me." But he loved Imelda and he trusted her enough to believe all this even before he really understood it.
He draws back a third arrow, firing it off.
"Sometimes I'd forget. She'd be lighting a fire or speaking to some beast and I'd be surprised all over again."
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Yuya's attention drifts from Odd-Eyes when he trusts him to continue practicing. "Or did you find out after you got married?"
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"We lived a pretty mundane life, I think, after we got married. She didn't stop her practice but we were certainly more focused on normal things." On Coco. On each other. "Magic wasn't my world and most of her family didn't care for me anyway, so I wasn't really too bothered to keep it to the little things."
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Kind of like his dad must have been, although it sounds like hers was less disastrous to her relationship with her mage family.
"I guess my parents were like that too, until I stayed using magic. Mundane."
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The "less disastrous" was arguable, but hey, she did still speak to them and no one was... well he wasn't dead because of them and that was something. Considering many mage families.
"Families adapt like that," He says. "They change and grow. Don't leave your poor Mamá out if you can help it."
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"So what about your wife? Is she back home with your daughter?"
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"Unfortunately... she and I haven't been speaking. Like I said before, dumb complicated adult stuff."
Which was of course to say he was in no way supplying the guessing game of which woman in daybreak is married to this sad slob? He shrugs and lines up another arrow.
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He actually hasn't even considered both her parents are at Daybreak. Most of the school is made up of people without families or minors who are here while their parents are at home.
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"No, no!" He says first to the dragon preparing to shoot at it. Then to the boy, "I'm not divorced. That's not what's happening."
Yet.
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"Marriage issues," he corrects, mostly just offended at feeling patronized about it. It's probably issues from disappearing for ten years, which makes him wonder briefly how his mom would handle his dad showing up again one day.
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Wrap?
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