Beau grinned and closed his hand, the magic dissipating. "I can only control it to some extent though," He explained, blowing a few strands of messy hair out of his face. He chuckled, smiling faintly at the grin on Vien's face. It was nice to see him smile that much.
“That’s still a-amazing,” Vien said, his grin turning to more of a soft smile. “I can only imagine if I did a s-summoning ang you copied it. Twice the firepower.”
"Exactly," Beau grinned as he ran a hand through his hair, humming in thought. "It can be hard most of the time. I have to focus most of my energy on mimicking it. Is your power easy?" He asked curiously, tilting his head faintly to the side.
Vien shrugged. “It depends. I can make stuff out of thin air easy, but t-things like summoning or h-hexes are a little more difficult.”
Beau nodded in understanding, his knee bouncing up in down under the table out of habit. Many of his old teacher's had always yelled at him for constantly fidgeting, but he couldn't help it. "This is quite a school. . .," He sighed, thinking out loud as he glanced towards Vien. "But, it's nice to be with people that are like you."
Vien felt his face heat up slightly, and he had to focus on his half empty coffee for a moment. “Y-Yeah. Being around nice people with p-powers is way better than being b-burned at the stake.”
Dalton reached under his bed for his suitcase and pulled out a framed picture of what looked to be him and another boy. This boy was younger than him but looked almost identical otherwise. He set it on his bedside and pushed the bag back under his bed.
He looked at it and sighed before returning to staring at the ceiling.
Vien felt his face heat up slightly, and he had to focus on his half empty coffee for a moment. “Y-Yeah. Being around nice people with p-powers is way better than being b-burned at the stake.”
"True, very true." Beau nodded, smiling softly as he continued to look at Vien. He glanced back down at his empty cup, pausing to think. "So, how are you liking it here so far? With all the clans and the strict rules."
“It’s alright. Better than some of the orphanages, that’s f-for sure,” Vien said, looking up from his coffee as the redness finally faded from his face
"Yeah, better than foster care too," Beau sighed, loosening the already crooked tie around his neck. "The clans seem like they're forcing us into strict characteristics. Each clan needs to be smart, or just brave, or only clever. . ." He paused, looking back up at Vien and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, I'm rambling."
Vien shook his head. “No, no, it’s a-alright. I’m not very talkative, so being with s-someone who likes to talk makes my l-life a lot easier.”
Tristan paced back and forth in his room, debating if he should go find Alex and appoligize. When it came to this whole teleportation power, he could get kind of rude and distant. He sighed, finally deciding to head out and find her.
Alex looked at her map again. I could of sworn it was this way. She thought to herself as she turned the map. Damn it. In frustration, Illusions started appearing, making duplicates or triplits of everything. Whenever she got mad or scared, this would happen.
Vien shook his head. “No, no, it’s a-alright. I’m not very talkative, so being with s-someone who likes to talk makes my l-life a lot easier.”
Beau smiled and looked at Vien as he leaned back in his chair in an attempt to fix his slouched posture. "Well, tell me about yourself." He finally said, humming in thought as he studied Vien.
(sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you, but for the 1960's themed rp, are you still participating?)
(I just finished reading through the six pages that I missed and I have no idea what to do with Noah)
(yeah I am, sorry I just haven't been online very much)
"There's not m-much to tell," Vien said quietly, squirming slightly in place beneath Beau's gaze. "I'm just some orphan who's g-good at dark magic," he said. He didn't think much of himself, so he didn't really think that there was anything of interest to tell about himself
"You look like an interesting person," Beau answered after a short pause, a soft smile tugging the corners of his lips upwards. "What's your story? Hobbies, skills, minor obsessions. . ." He trailed off, listing the topics on his fingers.
Vien felt his face heat slightly. "W-Well, um. My family all died when I was 12. I've been in and out of foster ever since. I like stargazing, and m-mythology. So I guess I like to r-read. Um…I'm good at cooking? Sort of?" he rambled on, trying to think of a way to describe himself without seeming too strange or ridiculous
"Mythology?" Beau asked, his icy blue eyes brightening at that. He leaned forward, his knee bouncing up and down under the table in interest as he grinned. The sound of myths pricked the memory of his parents reading old stories of gods and goddesses to him when he was younger. "And stargazing. You just keep getting better."
Vien chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck as his face turned a little more red. "I, um. I actually have a c-constellation tattooed onto the back of my neck. It's sort of r-ridiculous, but it's there I suppose."
"It's not ridiculous," Beau said gently, hoping that he wasn't making Vien uncomfortable. "I've always wanted a tattoo, but couldn't bring myself to get one. Plus, my brother would kill me if I did." He added, chuckling lightly as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Mine's sort of the side effect of a c-contract. But that's a long story," Vien said, going to take a drink of his mocha before realizing it was all gone. He frowned softly at it, twirling the straw for a moment before setting the cup back down
(Idk how to enter Harley)
Harley fixed her black jacket and ran a hand through her hair. she walked around the school ground and saw a girl with at least 4 or 5 doubles. "Hey Girl! you really have that many siblings?" She joked
In confusion and alarm, she whipped around and all her illusions disappeared before she threatenly held out a ball of red energy. "Who the hell are you?" She snarled.
(So I'm probably going to drop out of this because I haven't done anything at all and I'm already in too many roleplays)
Harley raised her hands in peace and came closer. “With girl I’m Harley and I was looking for someone to talk to.” She said
