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Entry tags:
- adelaide cooke: original,
- hat kid: a hat in time,
- hieke: original,
- héctor rivera: coco,
- imelda rivera: coco,
- jailbreak: original,
- james griffin: voltron,
- ky kiske: guilty gear,
- maverick taylor: no end,
- maya matlin: degrassi,
- nana daiba: revue starlight,
- rex arany: original,
- snatcher: a hat in time,
- tokidoki rikugou: amatsuki,
- ⨯bendy: bendy and the ink machine,
- ⨯hiccup haddock iii: httyd,
- ⨯isabel guerra: paranatural,
- ⨯michael: the good place,
- ⨯shuuya kano: kagerou daze
When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)
Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...

Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.
Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...
Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]
OTA
[Is there a new student here?]
[A small, pale girl with short silver hair and neatly-ironed clothes clearly made for someone a size or two bigger than her is walking quietly through the campus, as though looking for something.]
[Whoever this girl is, she certainly isn't someone who's been seen around the Academy before, right? She can't possibly be any older than twelve, maybe younger, but it's not as though small children haven't been admitted before. And she definitely looks nervous and out of place. Maybe she's lost?]
[She seems like a very well-behaved child, carrying herself with proper posture and her hands folded neatly in front of her instead of reaching out to grab at things- though she's obviously curious, the way her gaze darts around when she doesn't think anyone's watching her, trying to see everything at once.]
[Whenever she is conscious of someone watching her, she immediately stops moving and politely lowers her head, the picture of an obedient, mannerly young lady trying not to give offense. Her expression attempts to smooth itself out into something more composed, but she's not quite able to hide her nervousness entirely.]
[She'll answer if someone addresses her, but won't speak until spoken to.]
[After all, children should be seen and not heard, right?]
II. head-heart malfunction
[Jail isn't a student or new- she's just hanging out in the cafeteria, draped over one of the benches in her usual casual sprawl, drinking something that smells intensely caffeinated.]
[But she's staring at her phone with a slight frown, and seems... preoccupied.]
[Without looking up from the screen, she asks:]
You feel kinda... off, today?
[It's not completely clear whether she's addressing you personally or just thinking out loud.]
II
[Sometime, while Jail wasn't looking, a masked child has decided to sit next to her, craning his head to get a better look at her phone.]
What's that box thing?
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Ever heard of a phone before?
[She's not sure how someone on Earth in this century could have avoided the concept, but the school being what it is, there's every chance he isn't from Earth at all- she's willing to believe there's an Outlands community or two out there not up to date on modern technology.]
[Of course, that raises the issue of why there's someone from the Outlands here she doesn't recognize, without any notices about new transfer students. She might've slept through a meeting... or two... or several... but she's made a point of going through the student registry before, just to know who she's supposed to fake being a quasi-responsible adult in front of.]
[The strange, off-key feeling in the back of her mind intensifies.]
Tell you what- trade you a question for a question. What's that mask you're wearing?
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It's my mask. [Said as if it's the easiest question in the world] All kids wear them.
[Although... There had been a lot of kids who hadn't been wearing them here, haven't there?]
Um... Where I'm from, anyway. It keeps things from getting to you.
[And now it's his turn for a question.]
What's a "phone?"
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[She tilts her head, looking him in the eye, or as much as she can between the mask and the height difference.]
It's short for "telephone". [And if she were in the mood to annoy someone, she might count that as a full answer, but today doesn't seem... right for that, somehow.] They're a kinda device that lets you talk to people far away. Words they write on their phone can show up on yours, or they can talk into it and your phone'll let you hear their voice.
[Besides, she can respect curiosity.]
My turn: what kind of "things"?
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Do you want him to win or lose this one?
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She KNEW about all this stuff now. About daemons and monsters and the people who fight them. It was like being a member of a sentai team. Maybe not one of the people who wears the cool outfits, but the plucky sidekick who follows them around, at least. So she was going to do her darnedest to be the cool one here.]
Hi! Are you okay? You look really lost.
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[At age eleven, she's only about a year younger, but that matters more at that age- this other girl is almost a teenager, therefore she is clearly far more Wise And Experienced, says kid logic.]
Oh- yes, sorry. [...Wait, that's probably kind of unclear.] That is, um. [And for the love of God, speak properly, don't pause and mumble so much, are you stupid? Do you want people to think you're stupid?]
Yes, I'm okay. And yes I'm lost. [A pause, and then she clarifies.] I'm okay except for being lost.
...Sorry.
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[Or so she had heard. The weird man in the suit from Aegis had told her a LOT of things after the...attack.]
There are bad things in the world and they're scary, but there are also good guys who can fight them. They're like super sentai teams from TV except they don't wear spandex.
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It's my duty to help stop them. [Almost as soon as she says it, her brief instant of confidence vanishes and she deflates again.] But I usually don't work alone, and I don't know where my... familiar is.
[She's still not quite certain what to call Althea- he's always referred to himself as a familiar, sent to guide her and awaken her powers, but he's taught her so much that acting like she's the one ordering him around instead of the student learning from him just seems... silly. Or at least a little disrespectful.]
[A little nagging voice at the back of her mind whispers that he's left her here, that she's finally not good enough for him either, but she forcefully pushes it aside like she's been doing since she woke up in this place without him. Even if he'd gotten tired of her, he's too professional and caring to just abandon their work. There's people to save, he wouldn't just forget that.]
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This time he does it by example rather than with words, in the form of a delighted 'yeeehaw' from around a corner followed by the cantering of hooves. Indrik, the bizarre pony sized beast that he is, is the ideal size for a very large seven-year-old or an average sized twelve-year-old to ride. So the golden scaled cow shaped critter with a red lion's mane barrels down a hallway, first passing the so-called new arrival then with a 'woah' spinning on the spot to come to a stop beside her.
He's overflowing with energy, strangely muscular for his age and riding a weird thing, which snorts and swings around its thick lizard tail. Attention is destined. ]
Howdy! You're super pretty! [ Inside voices are for late at night and opinions are meant to be said the second they form, right? ] You live here?
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I- no? Sorry. [It's unclear whether she's saying no to the idea that she's pretty, or no to the question of whether she lives here. Possibly both, she isn't sure either.]
[The apology is just on general principles.]
Do you and your... friend live here?
[She seems less frightened by the giant supernatural lion-cow-lizard than she does by the attempt of talking to another human, honestly.]
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I forgive you. [ He doesn't know what for but if she's sorry then he accepts it. It's fine. Don't worry about it. ] Anyway! No! My mom dropped me off because Eggheart takes care of me sometimes when she's doing something really dangerous, last time she brought me back a daemon king's crown but it didn't fit, anyway, this is Pufók and I'm Rex.
[ He slaps the side of the weird chimaera, which makes a pleasant 'bwomp' like a drum. He sure lives up to the name, which means 'fatso' basically. ]
I found him here but he's mine now because I love him and he loves me.
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That's a nice name. [Complimenting this strange cow thing is very important, okay. She doesn't want him to feel slighted, he's a good weird mighty steed creature.]
[At Rex's explanation, she smiles a little sadly.]
That's... good. I'm happy for you. [It'd be nice if it worked that way for humans, but... no, can't get mopey about it, not in front of people.]
My name is Jasmine.
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II;
[There's a soft voice coming from Jail's right. There's a young boy in a wheelchair there, looking at her with big blue eyes.
He blinks, nose wrinkling for a moment.]
But this place is weird.
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Yeah, it kinda is- you get used to it. [She looks over and gives him a lazy, casual little wave of greeting, not looking too bothered by having her rhetorical question answered.]
Don't think I've seen you 'round here, before. You new?
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I think so? I don't know how I got here...
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Welp, that sure raises a couple questions. [She sounds curious but not notably worried- it's a magic school, things happen sometimes, you just have to roll with it.] You ever heard of Daybreak Academy, before? That's where this place is.
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I-I...dunno. I'm just hungry.
[Pleasedon'tbemad pleasedon'tbemad...]
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[Jail shrugs, looking more amused than annoyed.]
Welp, good thing you're in the cafeteria, I guess- that's kinda what it's for.
[She winks cheerfully, appearing totally unbothered by the sudden appearance of a small child. Her rules for dealing with little kids are more or less her rules for dealing with door-to-door salespeople and weird dogs: stay calm and act like you're in control of the situation, so they don't walk all over you, but be friendly and nonhostile so you don't come off as a threat.]
Got any favorites? Betcha they'll have something like 'em here.
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[Case in point, he's quickly taking a bite out of whatever he snatched without even looking at what it is. Hopefully it's not something gross.]
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[Jail nods in understanding. She grew up eating what people put in front of her as quickly as she could, in case someone else decided to take it, he makes sense to her.]
[Enough sense that maybe she'd like to get him a little more food, just... for old time's sake. From one former foster kid to another.]
Y'know, they got a waffle machine here. You get to pick the toppings and everything.
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I
It's Zel who takes note of the new arrival, and takes off for her when he sees her. Maddie does take note of that. ] Wha-- Zel? [ She starts tapping out her cane in the direction he ran off in.
And a dozen feet away or so, said cat stops right in front of baby Jail, looking up into her eyes. In his surprisingly deep voice, he asks, ] Jailbreak?
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if she's still chosen, if Althea didn't just decide to leave her here alone.]I'm sorry?
[She's not sure why he's asking her about jailbreaks- are they trapped here, do they need to escape? But she apologizes on the general principle that she's probably messed up somewhere, even if she isn't sure how.]
[She opens her mouth to say something, then catches sight of Maddie's shirt and silently performs a rapid face journey from confusion to astonishment to deeply embarrassed I Am Eleven And What Is This.]
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Hm... I believe something's happened to Jailbreak. She's younger, and...... innocent.
[ That gets a pause. Then, ] What.
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I'm very sorry, sir, but I think you've confused me for someone else.
[She genuinely feels guilty about it.]
[That voice definitely doesn't sound like Jail- it's not completely different, but it's higher-pitched and doesn't have the usual distinctive rasp of her gas mask.]
[Besides, since when has she ever sounded that meek and hesitant? Or that polite.]
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I'm going to switch to doing Jail's dialogue in bold after this tag, so we don't mix them up.
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