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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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?"

She laughs but he doesn't feel laughed at. It feels like a nice laugh, like she's happy.

He falters. "Ah! I do! I really do! But you said not yet! So until the I want to learn everything! Most things. Some things?"

She reaches over to ruffle his hair a little. "I'm sure there's plenty you can learn here. There's plenty of professors. If you're well-behaved, I'm sure they'd let you sit in on their classes." She pauses, thinking. "Or I could take you along for some of mine. I mostly grade papers and answer questions, but I could give you some spells to study."

His head ducks, but not away from her hand. His hair is already a mess and this makes it more so, but he grins up at her from under his hangs. It's hard to remember the last time anyone was this nice to him.

"That'd be muy chido, Tía." Tía. It feels weird. But it also kind of feels nice. "It's okay if you have papers. Señor R has those too. He lets me draw on the blank paper."

"Does he, now?" She smiles a little at that as well, a softer look on her face for a moment. "You're not staying up all night with Señor R, are you?"

"Yeah," He says to the first thing, happily. Only for that smile to freeze. He takes way too long to answer. "Mmmmnnnno...? It's only a little late! He stays up all night! But when I try I get too tired, so... so no."

A no, but not for lack of trying. She smiles a little wider and shakes her head. "Niños like you need their rest. If you stay up all night, you won't have any energy to run around during the day when everyone else is awake. That would be lonely, wouldn't it?"

"Umm... well, maybe..." Yes. Yes, it would. He shuffles his feet and rubs at his arm. "But Señor R doesn't want me to run around a lot. And... I don't want him to be lonely either..."

His answer gives her pause, her smile fading a little but only in sympathy. "That's kind of you to think of him, but there are many students awake during the night hours. He won't be as lonely as you think." Not in that sense, at any rate...

"But if staying in Aube is boring for you, you could visit me. I'm sure Señor R would allow that."

"Really?" He asks though she's thus far given him the go-ahead for everything else. He gasps. "We could have chapulines all the time! And I could see Pepita! And- and I can play music for you, if you like! I'm- I'm not bad at it! Everyone says I'm good and I can learn your favorite songs... That's what everybody likes, when I play their favorite."

His excitement is endearing--right up until he suggests that he play music for her. She falters at that, her smile vanishing altogether as something painful twists in her chest.

"I don't think so, mijo," she tries, gently. "I'm not one for music. Chapulines and Pepita are fine, but... No playing, please."

"I- oh." His smiles falls. His brow furrows, crestfallen and confused. "You... don't like music?" But everyone liked music. Mostly.

That look on his face is painful. She's all but watching as she sucks the joy out of him.

"Music is complicated. It's not a matter of liking or not liking-- It's... It's just no good for me." It would be a lie to say she doesn't love music, so she doesn't clarify there. But she does squeeze his hand gently. "You'll still have fun. We can do other things."

"I don't understand," He says. And it's not for lack of trying. He's never heard of music being bad for anyone. "Does it hurt? Like, your ears?"

She squeezes his hand. After a moment, he squeezes back. He still likes her. He's not opposed to other things.

"Not my ears, no. But it hurts in other ways." Like her heart, which already feels like such a broken and fractured thing, even after all these years.

"Can you promise me, mijo? No music on my floor."

His brows furrow. He can't imagine it, hurting from music. He can't imagine anything worse.

But she calls him mijo again and though part of him wants to cry a litte-- stupid thoughts and fantasies ruined-- he bobs his head. "Okay Señora. I promise."

He promises, and she still feels badly for asking that of him. But there are other places that he can play. She's not being completely unreasonable. She's only doing what she needs to do to keep the peace for everyone's sake.

"Gracias. I'll make you something extra nice when we get there. Chapulines and anything else you'd like. Hot chocolate, perhaps?" She has a lot of that on hand lately.

He gasps at the offer of hot chocolate.

"Oh! That'd be really nice! My old other foster used to make that! The one with all the records. It's the best with extra cinnamon!" He catches himself. "Um. But, you don't have to. You're already being nice. You're making me things and I met Pepita and you were showing me magic."

A lot of things. And it's a little scary to be given so much. It means it'll be even worse if and when he messes something up.

"Mmm. I don't have to, but I want to." She both acknowledges his point and brushes it off in the same breath. She doesn't feel forced into doing this. She... feels a little nostalgic, seeing him like this. This innocent boy that she once cared about very much.

"You're going to be very important one day, mijo. That's what I think. So let me take care of you until we can get you home, okay?"

"Ummm. Alright!" He's still a little nervous. He can't help it. It's hard not to wait for the other shoe to drop.

But the rest of what she says gives him more pause than even that. He blinks up at her, surprised and a little confused.

"Important? How?" He gasps then. "Can you see the future!?"

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