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daybreakacademy2019-09-23 09:51 pm
thewatchers) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-09-23 09:51 pm
Entry tags:
- adelaide cooke: original,
- allura: voltron,
- anastasia rose: original,
- cordelia brooks: original,
- desidera neroni: original,
- james griffin: voltron,
- jolyne cujoh: jojo's bizarre adventure,
- kohaku yuhara: original,
- kokoro belmont: otomedius,
- leonardo: rise of the tmnt,
- rex arany: original,
- tamaki suou: ouran host club,
- therion: octopath traveler,
- tokidoki rikugou: amatsuki,
- violet evergarden: violet evergarden,
- zangetsu: bleach
CLASSES BEGIN
CLASSES BEGIN
Log Comm | Network Comm | OOC Comm | Navigation
Despite… other disturbances, the flow of time is inexorable. And so too, is the beginning of classes. The bells of Daybreak Academy peal joyfully as students are roused from their beds far earlier than they would prefer to attend their new classes. The Professors, of course, are also back in it, their classrooms (presumably) neatly dusted and arranged for the fresh new faces of this year’s crop, eager and ready to learn. Presumably.
A. OPENING BANQUET
As is the custom of Daybreak, a grand sumptuous banquet has been prepared for the night following the first day of classes. With entire pigs spit-roasted over open flame, chicken and beef of all sorts, juices, wines and beers from all over Europe, and of course the best breads and chocolates as befits a French school, the banquet is truly one for the record books. Of course, they say that every year.
B. SYLLABUS HANDOUTS
Most teachers at this point are handing out the syllabi for their next class, although a few more aggressive ones may have already launched fully into teaching. If you have questions about this quarter’s curriculum, now’s the time to voice it.
C. MEET AND GREET
With the new school year comes new opportunities to forge lifelong friendships. And what better way to do that than by partaking in cheesy icebreakers courtesy of your RAs? While hardly mandatory, RAs are highly encouraged to turn out their entire floor by being as annoyingly peppy and persistent as possible. At a school like this, it’s important to make new friends!
D. SOMETHING BLEW UP AGAIN
Daybreak Academy is a bit of an unusual school by any conventional standards. Daemons, fairies and youkai studying alongside humans that can call upon arcane power and bring forth divine light are hardly your usual fare. And this, of course, means that it’s usually a matter of hours before something blows up somewhere on campus. For new students, this might be a startling, shocking experience. For seasoned students, well, it’s just that time again.
E. WILDCARD
For anything else that doesn’t fit in with any of the above prompts.
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Making myself easier to handle? Wow, I'm definitely not interested in that.
[He knows very well how much people like to define. And here he was blurring every line of every box.]
I made a deal. Or a promise. The same thing, I guess. [None of it actually spoken.] If I give up, I break it. If I find something else, I lose. Someone else might give me a name but I really can't imagine I won't hate it and at this point, it's just kind of rubbing in the salt. I don't expect people will understand, but it wasn't a problem before and now the only way to escape it is to never introduce myself at all.
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*She's trying to see if she's summed that up.*
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I didn't sell my name. It was stolen. Kind of. I lost it, but it wasn't a bet. It's complicated, okay? It's annoying and it's complicated but it matters.
[He mutters.]
Wasn't just one name anyway...
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*Well, nothing here, requisite to getting on campus: complicated.*
At least that explains the fae magic on you, not- anything else. Honestly nothing about you makes sense.
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You can sense that?
[That's...
Nobody senses that.]
The fae part, I mean, obviously I know nothing makes sense.
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*Sensing the unsensible was her thing. Apparently.*
So I'm guessing you can't just get your name back? Stealing a name seems like a lot of work... I'm still not getting why anyone would do that.
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[He wants to stay on that. She wants to work out his name. It's agitating trying to explain this.]
Anyway, I owe the guy who took the second name. It was a split second thing on his end and at the time I didn't question it. I can get it back but it's a bigger pain than it's worth for both of us. I guess you'd call it the fae name.
The first name is where we get the mess. If I want it back I have to beat the guy who has it. Can't do that either. As far as he and everyone is concerned, it's always been his. That one's the human name.
I lost both when the daemon part woke up.
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Woke up, not... changed, like it was always a part of you? Cause that's the bit I can't seem to get. You're like one of those masked ghost things, but also not dead. Or masky.
Honestly the easiest bit to get is the fae name magic thing going on.
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[For that, his tone is dry.]
As for the mask...
[She only gets that for a warning before he's drawing his hand down over his face. A mask forms under his fingers, reminiscent of a skull, red stripes to one side. He leaves it for a second and then waves it off to dematerialize.]
I thought I was human. Not so much. Apparently I was born this way, like you said, with everything non-human supressed. One day we tried to wake up some fae magic and got a little more than bargained for. Our soul couldn't handle the strain and split in two. One got the mage power with fae-contract magic, and a little bit of candle spirit. The other got to be the fae and the wierd not-undead daemon.
You get one guess how well that went over and where my name went.
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So... your name wasn't stolen, you lost it in the divorce.
*Well, that was the best metaphor she could have, if you split a man in two. It didn't exactly answer why he couldn't get himself a new name after all that. It did cover why his sound was so... this. Layers and layers of sound but also somewhat missing.*
I guess now that you've shared all that... I hear magic. How I could just know what you were without trying, That's all there, just- well, way more terrifying with how its all interacting as sound.
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He barks a laugh.]
Lost in the divorce! I like that one!
[He listens, head tilting, as he finally gets an explanation in turn. Hearing magic, huh?]
Geez, this whole time I've been inflicting you with a one man jam band. World's worst jam band. Must be a pain in the ass to sleep at this place.
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It's not the layers of magic on you that's the problem. It's- I have no idea what I'm hearing that's really making you unnerving. But it isn't you, it's just- coming from you.
*Maya is very good at explaining, I swear.*
I mean- the fact that you're half of who you were is certainly weird, but not bothering me.
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Beats me. I'm entirely me.
[He's already tried calling for the Old Man. It didn't go anywhere. He hums.]
There was something weird that caused me to separate in the first place. That shouldn't technically be possible. We're multiple consciousnesses but one body. Until now. Maybe it's that.
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Might have to do with that, or whatever did that. Can't really be sure. Might be entirely unrelated.
So... how long ago did you and he split?
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Depends. If you mean the whole being two people thing, we were fifteen. Seventeen now. But I assume you mean waltzing out here on my own. I'd probably pin that around May or June sometime.
[He hadn't entirely been paying attention at that point. The days were blurring.]