forum A Modern Magic Revolution (Closed)(Not for the innocent of heart or mind)

Started August 14, 2019 by @Moxie group

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"Nice!"
Sylvain gave a thumbs-up over his shoulder and changed into his pajamas.
"Murdoch says thanks too!"
Once he was done, he looked over Blair's shoulder, but chose to keep his distance, for his own safety.
"So sigils. Are they your main thing, or do you have other specialties, too?"

Blair stood up and flopped onto his bed. "Mostly potions. I do summoning spells, offensive, and curses of course." He said, letting Goldie climb over his body and onto the top of his head.

"Summoning is fun," Sylvain said, "Although I'm almost certain I practice a different breed of it entirely, at least for the most part. I haven't met many other people who are actually interested in necromancy. What's your take on it? Just curious."

"It's alright, I don't do a lot of it. I mostly summon demons and spirits, I do combine offensive and summoning to make an attack." He said, sticking out his finger for Goldie to crawl on.

Mre slipped into his room, ignoring Jasper completely as he picked the bed farthest away from that idiot.

"Ah, fascinating. I'd like to learn how to do things like that. I'm almost completely self-taught, unfortunately," Sylvain replied, "I missed out on a lot, and although I'm fairly accomplished in necromancy, I'm not so good at anything else yet, though I'm sure I can learn quickly."

“Yes, let’s go,” Olive agreed, glad that she was rooming with someone she knew. She began to walk towards where their dorm was. She didn’t really mind that they were rooming with street kids as long as they didn’t get too close to her.

Risa followed behind Olive closely up until they got to their dorm. Her stuff was there, and it was clear she was not a light packer. Her clothing bag was fairly large as it was, but that didn't even begin to compare to the stacks upon stacks of books that were there.

“Holy shit, Risa!” Olive exclaimed. “Did you pack a whole library? Not that I’m complaining, but wow.” Olive wasn’t a light packer either, but her treasure trove of clothes looked almost small in comparison.

"I guess I might as well have," Risa admitted, "I'm not getting anywhere without proper study, after all."
She pulled one of the books from a stack and kicked off her shoes before lying in bed and cracking open the book.

Olive looked through one of her suitcases crammed with clothes before finding a pastel pink sweatshirt and putting it on over her school shirt, then flopping onto her bed loudly. She sighed contentedly, a smile on her lips. “This is a cute little room,” she said, brushing some stray hairs from her ponytail out of her face.

"Yeah, it won't be so bad living here. And hopefully our roommates will be fine, too, just as long as they stay out of the way. I'm not here to make friends of that sort, but if we must coexist, so be it," Risa said, flipping a few pages over.

“As long as they don’t try to become friends with us or anything,” Olive agreed with a nod. “It shouldn’t be awful, really. I just hope that they don’t take after that annoying kid who flipped all of us off earlier. I’d rather not be constantly fighting with our roommates.”

"Yeah, I'm not petty enough to start fights. We'll just show them up in classes. That kind of failure and humiliation will be the ultimate proof they don't belong here," Risa confirmed, "That's just the way it is."

Olive nodded. “If we start petty fighting, we stoop to their level,” she said, turning onto her back and staring at the ceiling. “I just want this to be a good year.” She sighed.

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Eric slipped out of his meditative trance and looked at Navy. "We should get back, I think."
He entered his room quietly. The only free bed was the one right next to the creep's, so he hesitantly put his things under it. Fortunately, the guy seemed to be engrossed in finishing a sigil and paid him no attention.

“Hey Eric,” Archer said, looking at his friend as he made sure all of his stuff was there (and sneakily put a protective spell or two on it, just in case). He ran his hand through the fluffy waves of his hair.

Eric looked up and nodded. "Hey. Hold on, I'm coming over there." He grabbed his grimoire, a jar, and a few herbs, and sat cross-legged at the foot of Archer's bed. Navy settled on the wooden headboard, curling her little feet around the globe on top of one of the pillars.