forum Bukaradley's Boarding School/ Home for Supernatural Children and Teens. (open)

Started May 11, 2020 by @Hybrid-Is-tired

tune

Since Marcus's usual spot at the library had been taken, he decided to read in the courtyard. He wasn't a big fan of the crowded yard but the weather was nice and he liked nature. He walked through the halls, already reading one of his books. The courtyard was crowded as usual and the loud chatter rang through Marcus's ears. As he walked around trying to decide on a place to sit, he heard his name. He turned and saw a messy-haired boy with what appeared to be his spells book. The boy was with a group of other kids and they seemed to be arguing. Marcus didn't want to interrupt them but he was determined to retrieve his book.
"Hi, um, I think you have my book. Would you mind double checking?"

Daelan sighed. He wasn’t usually caught this quickly. It was definitely due to this newcomer—Vincent. “Sure,” he said innocently, the mischievous gleam still in his eyes. He handed the book to Marcus. He’d just have to borrow someone else’s spells book then. Or write a spell down or something. Guess Vincent would be finding out that he wasn’t Marcus now, though Daelan suspected he already somehow knew that.

Tempest decided to go into the library to practice his piano playing. He was able to navigate the hall pretty quickly as he knew the paths that others didn't take and also he never seemed to bump into anyone that often. He would check with the librarian first before he sat at the piano keyboard. He looked around then started to warm up. He then looked down at the keys as if recalling something and then started to play a tune he had been working on ( https://www.soundtrap.com/play/Bdzjc_pRSTCf8yLTlReHVg/memory-of-a-dream/ )

Here's my baby. Hold her, she needs love.

Name: Iris Pendulum
Age: Aged up to 32 and then stopped.
Gender: Female presenting, but identity is definitely somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum. She/They pronouns, but she/her are her primary pronouns. AMAB (assigned male at birth).
Species: Unknown.
Sexuality: Grey-bi/aromantic, sex-positive bi/asexual.
Physical Appearance: Smol angry baby. Like, 5'1". But intimidating. Here's my dumb art since I can't describe for shit.

Apparel: Generally anything comfortable, large robes that envelop her body and anything with pockets. Generally carries around a shoulder bag with various books and bits and bobs and components for spells, as well as lesson plans. Also in possession of a wand for sparkle hands magic.
Magic or ability: Generally skilled in magic, especially the dark/forbidden/unknown/man was not meant to know arts. Also has a limited omniscience, and some vague psychic/telepathic powers relating to the funky omniscience stuff. And some prophecy powers-you know what? I'm basically ripping off Merlin and adding in some wacky cult stuff. Don't worry she isn't gonna be OP, she's just magically very skilled, partially because…. uh, reasons, and partially because teaching. It's gonna work out I swear. Also she's pretty strong and a skilled fighter just because she's been training all her life so yeah.
Likes: Seems to enjoy her teaching position well enough, but nobody can really read her or what she really wants in her life.
Dislikes: Being trapped, literally, metaphorically, or situationally, seems to harbor a great distaste for both Cal Bukaradley and Solomon Nash, but will tolerate Cal. Trying to get her to open up is like trying to get a brick wall to open up.
Strengths: She's a pretty good mentor and very magically skilled, as well as having a lot of knowledge of history.
Weaknesses: Given that she was raised in a cult and is the key to a dark ritual she's not the best at socializing outside of a mentorship situation, and even then she's incredibly harsh. Tends to over think things and miss her chance to act when needed, as well as genuinely not being able to handle herself or others well in a crisis.
Other: Iris was basically built for a dark ritual and lived the majority of her life in a cult. She's got some serious trauma and she barely escaped the abusive environment she was raised in. Plenty of those cult members are still trying to get her back, but she's under protection of the school for the time being and so far nobody's actively antagonized her for a while. Her main hobbies outside of her work are alchemy and writing kind of shitty melodramatic poetry. Wants to connect with her students but also…. doesn't do well with connection. However, she's been teaching there for a while and so far hadn't messed everything up. Good for her.

"Thanks," said Marcus. He was glad he had his book back but now he had to return the copy he borrowed.
"Oh, I also got out a copy 'cause I thought I lost this one but now I don't need it so you can use it if you want. I mean, you look like you need it but you don't have to take it. It's fine." Marcus wasn't good at conversations.

Daelan blinked, a bit surprised. “Oh, okay,” he replied. “Thanks. Marcus, isn’t it?” He glanced at the book, showing how he knew Marcus’s name.

Vincent chuckled, "So you're Marcus, I think I've seen you in passing before, Perhaps… I could swear I've seen you before." He looked over at Angel. "You have a Lovely name miss Angel, and I suppose I can call you Marcus but I think that would get confusing." He winked at the Dragon grinning, "So are you going to tell me your name, or shall I address you as Blonde Marcus?"

Daelan smirked. “I don’t know, Blond Marcus has a nice ring to it, though I’d say my hair is more of a caramel color,” he replied with mischief, not revealing his name. He had been about to, but the Blond Marcus comment was too good to resist messing with.

Angel blushed at the compliment, hiding her face in her sweater.
"Thanks." she giggled nervously. She never really got that many compliments back home. Though that was probably 'cause she was a homebody and nobody ever saw her.

"Hmm.." Vincent said tilting his head to the side in mock thought, "If I had to guess, your name begins with a consonant."
He looked over at Angel, gave her a wink and a smile before returning his attention to the playful banter.

Tempest played a few notes after finishing the song, soon losing motivation. He curled up on one of the library couches to write some rough draft sheet music. His sister on the other hand was surrounded by the arcery club members as she hit all her arrows near the center every time, not an ounce of magic behind the bowstring. After she emptied her quiver and crossed her own name Ember Daniels off the list and handed it over to a teacher to grade for extra credit. The teach took a single look at her target and gave her exceeds expectations

Holy crap, what is this?! Why did he just wink at me?!
Angel felt a nervous smile creep onto her face as her heart rate sped up, and hid herself deeper into her sweater.

(Dude, I'm legit swooning behind the screen and using that for my character. Why do I get flustered so easily?! Or maybe you're just a natural. XD)

“That it does, but which one?” Daelan asked, a teasing smirk still on his face. “If you can get somewhat close to my actual name, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, you're going to have to call me Blond Marcus. Or Super Hot And Funny Guy. Your choice.” He laughed.

(Vincent is such a flirt, I based him off of a friend of mine who is the official ladies man of our grade. He and Vincent share the fact that he doesn't realize he's flirting, he just does it.)
Vincent raised an eyebrow at Blonde Marcus, " For Marcus's sake I probably shouldn't call you Blonde Marcus, Besides I know your name, Daelan"
(I was thinking that Daelan is wearing his student ID around his neck and Vince is just reading it)

(he doesn't realize he's flirting, he just does it.)

(Oof)

Marcus was confused. "Blonde Marcus? What's that about?"

(lol that sounds good)

“What—? How do—?” Then he glanced down at his student ID. “Oh, how clever of you.” Daelan smirked. “And here I thought you actually knew me by name. Oh well. That was fun while it lasted.”

Vincent Grinned, "Well you see, Marcus, I was asking this Blonde, sorry, Caramel haired fellow what his name was after commenting that you, Marcus, would probably want your book back, as your name was written on the cover. This Blonde, Ahem, Caramel haired individual claimed to be you , then you showed up so I joked that I would just call him Blonde Marcus." Vincent finished explaining, very sure that Poor Marcus would be very confused.

Daelan rolled his eyes. “I was merely saying that he had no way to know that I wasn’t you,” he added to Marcus. “Except, apparently, he did because of my stupid student ID. Anyway, I was obviously kidding. And I was going to give the book back tomorrow, I just saw it sitting out and got curious.” Daelan may be a thief, but at least he was an honest one…sort of.

Vincent took Daelan's shift in focus as an opportunity to direct his attention back to Angel, "The maps they give new student's aren't easy to read, I'm not surprised you got lost." He found her current 'Face buried in sweater' slightly adorable. "If you have a spare moment, I would love to show you around the important places."

Angel peeked back out from under her sweater at Vince. "That would be nice." she replied, stuffed her shoes into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. She then stood up, waiting for him to lead.

(Have I mentioned Vincent has a light Irish accent, I don't know if Ireland exists in this world but he has an Irish accent)

Vincent stood, and offered Angel his arm "If you want you can hold on so you we don't get separated, the halls are usually pact and I would hate to lose you." He smiled at Angel, "M'lady."

(Vincent is a proper gentlemen and he will be a proper gentlemen and offer the Lady his arm.)