daybreakacademy | When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

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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!]

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She smiles more when he does, and there's a little relief caught in that. She's glad that he seems to have calmed down now. Pepita, for her part, nestles up against him and rubs her head against his side.

When he asks about her name, she laughs just a little. "What, you don't want to call me Señora Bruja?" she teases him with a bit of a mischievous look. "Or maybe that's too much of a mouthful. Tía Bruja, then?"

Pepita is a really good cat and he likes Pepita very much.

"Oh, haha." He flushes. "I feel a little mean, calling you bruja now." Maybe she doesn't have a name. "I guess Tía's okay. I've never had a Tía before." He hasn't had an anybody but that's besides the point.

"I'm Héctor," He tells her. "I'm from Santa Cecelia. Do you live here?"

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"It's alright. And just Tía is fine." But if he actually adds "Bruja" to that, she might not be so easy to forgive next time. "A good witch never gives out her real name. That could be dangerous." Though she doesn't say why just yet.

"It's nice to meet you, Héctor." A proper greeting for a boy she already knows. "I live here right now, but I'm also from Santa Cecilia. I lived there when I was a little girl." Which isn't a lie. She also lives there presently, when she's not here at the school.

His eyes go wide with awe and wonder. "That's so cool..." She really was a witch! But a nice one, it seemed.

And no less cool; "You're from Santa Cecilia too? Really? Does that mean we can go there? You, me, and Pepita?"

Though, if she doesn't live there anymore she may not even have a house. His fosters wouldn't like him bringing back a cat and a witch probably.

"Mmm," she hums as she thinks to herself. She can't take him back to Santa Cecilia like this. She's not sure who his present foster family is, but they certainly wouldn't be expecting to be raising Héctor all over again some 20 years later.

"I'm afraid I can go back right now, so no, I can't take you there. But I will look for a way to send you back where you're supposed to be. Until then, you're welcome to stay with me and Pepita, if you want."

His present fosters weren't necessarily his last anyway. But Teto's not concerned with that. He'd raise himself if he had to. He just wants home.

And she denies him that. His face falls.

Surprise does at least manage to replace it. "I can stay with you? Really?" He looks around them. He speaks in hush. "Do you live in a spooky house?"

She can't help it; she laughs. "I do not live in a spooky house. This is a school, and I live in a dormitory."

Crushing all of his dreams here.

"But I'm sure that I can get you a cot and some blankets--and I can make you food whenever you get hungry." Since she knows a certain someone doesn't eat. "...How do you feel about chapulines?"

"Oh," He says. It is a little bit disappointing. A spooky house would be cool. And he's not sure how cool a dormitory is supposed to be. He's never been in one.

He's about to point out that Señor R lets him have his bed, but then she mentions food. His eyes go wider. Then wider still as he's sucking a breath.

"I love them! I love them! Please, can I have some? Can we go get some now? Where's your dormitory? Can we go now?"

Goodness, it's been a while since she's smiled this much. She'd forgotten how adorable little boys could be... or how charming this one in particular was.

"Cálmese..." she shushes him, even as she's getting to her feet again. "Yes, we can go now. I'll show you where it is." And she'll hold out a hand for Teto to take, once he's on his feet.

And once they're on their way, she's going to absently pull out her phone and send Héctor a text message:

Are you missing a someone?

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He shushes, but it's hard to stop bouncing on his feet as he springs to them. He hesitates for only a second before taking her hand.

Only to shout, "Wait!"

He lets go, running back around the fountain. When he returns there's a guitar on his back. He reaches for her hand again.

"Okay, lets go."

A text arrives for Imelda.

...it would seem so.
Ay, that kid never stops.
Give me a moment I've got to get the ice off me.
Where are you?

Ah. A guitar.

She freezes up a little to see him running back with that, but the hand that he reaches for still grasps his back. She's going to have to make him aware of the rules on floor three when they get there... and hope that he doesn't cause a fuss about it.

She sends a text back to Héctor.

Heading to my floor.
Do you really expect him to stay cooped up while you're indisposed?

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For whatever it's worth, Teto doesn't notice her freezing up. He walks hand in hand with her, peering about at their surroundings, a smile upon him.

There's the ping of another text.

I don't exactly have much of a choice.
I've been trying to at least keep him in dorm but that's not working clearly.
And I think he's been sleeping more into the day but it's still not enough.

Well, thank you for finding him.
I'll be there soon.

Pepita trails along behind them, though sometimes she darts ahead a few paces and then waits for them to pass her again, like it's some kind of game.

You're welcome. And take your time.
He's a twig, and I'm going to feed him before I send him off with you.

...Don't cry when you see what we're making.

He's glad to see Pepita dart ahead. Every moment he catches sight of her summons a little grin. He tries to reach and graze her fur as she passes.

Of course he's a twig, have you seen me? He's not growing out of that.

... Why? What are you making?

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Pepita is quick, but Teto might get a brush of fur as she passes by, and a flick of her tail for good measure.

Chapulines.

I figured that might keep him in one spot for a little while.

That little victory is enough to make his eyes sparkle. He turns his smile up.

No. That's not fair.

This is the most jealousy I've ever felt. And it's of him. I can't believe this.

Imelda can't help but smile at Héctor's response. She goes to the a message back to him:

Do you want some too? You could chew on a couple and then throw them away?

--before she realizes that Teto is looking at her. "Hmm? What's that look for?" She's not been paying attention at all, aside from making sure they're still heading in the right direction.

Héctor almost types out that he loves her, but quickly backspaces that before it's even done. That's not just too soon, that's simply not okay to do at all. Instead the text Imelda receives reads:

You are the most wonderful being on this entire continent. God, yes, I do.

Teto immediately looks down, embarrassed to try and explain. "Um, I dunno. I was just thinking. Pepita's really nice even though she's a monster, secretly. And you're really nice too."

Teto's answer gets a softer smile from Imelda, and though Héctor's text takes her attention for a second, it's only just long enough to type a message back:

Alright. Meet us there.

And then her phone is slipped back into her pocket for the moment, and she looks down at Teto again.

"Monsters don't always have to be scary--and neither does magic." She stops and crouches down a little to better look up at the boy. "Sometimes the things that we don't understand scare us... But Pepita is my friend. We share a connection, and I know she would never hurt anyone that I care about. And as for my magic... Sure, I could throw fire around and make it look scary, but I can also do this--"

She holds out her hand and summons a small flame, flickering in her palm and giving off a bit of light and warmth. "It's no more dangerous than a candle, and every bit as useful. I can also make shields to protect myself and others--and there are healers that can knit broken flesh and bones together in seconds."

He falls quiet to listen. He can tell when he's being told something important and this feels like one of those times, especially when she kneels. He keeps hanging on to her hand as long as he can.

Dhe notices what he didn't say, that she seems nice despite being a witch. Just as he's feeling guilty for that, a fire starts up before his eyes. They go wide, and in them, the flame dances. He meets her eyes with a look of wonder, only to look back down to his feet.

"But... I'm not magic. I'm not special at all. I'm good at guitar but that's it. I don't know how I got here. My head feels wierd when I try to remember... but." He looks back up. "I'm trying not to be scared! Because... well you said about not being afraid!"

She smiles at him, a bit of laughter in her eyes. "Everyone is magic if they want to be, niño. All it takes is this--" She snuffs the tiny flame out and taps him gently on the chest, then raises her hand and taps his forehead. "--and this. Knowing what to do, and wanting it enough. That's it."

She stands again, reaching out for his hand before continuing on their way. "Maybe it's because of magic that you're here. It does that sometimes--takes you places that you don't mean to go. So, if we figure out how to undo it, you might just go right back to Santa Cecilia."

He starts when the flame goes out and she taps upon his chest. The touch to his forehead leaves him blinking. He stares as she stands back up and quickly takes her hand.

"Really?" He asks. Magic would explain it wouldn't it? But something gives him pause. "...Would Señor R be able to go back too? And! And can I learn cool magic too?"

She doesn't expect him to ask about his older self, and that gets a bit of a tighter smile out of her. "Señor R's situation is a little different. He didn't come here by magic, but... there's some magic and other things keeping him from going home. It's a little more difficult to navigate than just undoing a magic spell."

"But... if you want to learn magic, I don't see why would couldn't. You are at a school for magic." For better or for worse. "What sorts of things would you want to learn?"

Some of his excitement bleeds out to hear that. That does sound complicated. And sad. He really wants to go home but for some reason the thought of going back when Señor R can't feels... bad.

But then the uncertainty is gone and he's lighting up again. "Everything!" He declares, throwing his hands high. "I wanna learn all the things! Really cool things! I wanna walk through walls and make magic fireworks and fly!"

Someone hasn't learned they actually don't like flight yet.

She can't help but laugh. She wasn't expecting him to be so enthused about learning magic--but then again, what child wouldn't be in awe of all of this? "Everything is a lot of ground to cover, niño. I thought you wanted to go home sometime soon?"

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