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Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Oh! Thatās much more interesting. Where did you get that?
*Sheās fighting her smile down. She knows she shouldnāt be enjoying this but she hasnāt had this much fun in ages. This Leofrey kid might be good company after allā¦and it doesnāt hurt that heās pretty.*
āNot so hard to source when you make friends.ā He says with a wink. āBut this batch is mine- cut it with salt too.ā He sounds smug as anything and you want to grab him and shake him.
He gives her a wink, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. āCould teach you sometime.ā
*She rolls her eyes. Ugh. Heās annoying. But heās fun enough. Iāll just shut him up if I have to.*
Anyways, what now? You think heās gonna snitch?
āi doubt it. Most likely of anything he gets away with pinning it on some older kid with the smack in there, Iād think. But who cares about him, anyways?ā Leofrey shrugs, standing from the wall.
Not me. I just donāt want to have to brainwash anyoneāthatās a lie. I would love to brainwash a Mentor. Whatever else shall we do?
*She takes his hand again, still warm. Scarily warm, now.*
Perhaps we could find someone else to harass? Iāve got a few people in mind. Callista Verloren has been trying to show me up lately and I cannot stand it. I want her to know not to trifle with me. You understand that, right?
āof course, Iāve encountered herā¦ perhaps once?. What did you have in mind?ā He says, holding her hand and smiling mischievously. He rolls up the cuffs of his wrists.
We should make her slit her own throat. Actually, maybe her wrists. I want to see the look on her face when I see her in class the next day and sheās hiding the wounds.
*Her grin turns almost manic.*
He whistles, raising both eyebrows. āYouāre a regular vermillion, arenāt you.ā heās smiling though, and that seeing the face she makes quickly interjects, smooth as can be,
āas in gorgeous and vicious, aubs. That sounds fun and I think itās better to torment than to kill at least for now.. hm.., it would be the most interesting if she did it at home. And at least easy to prove it was us..ā
But I want to see the look on her face when she realizes she canāt do anything about it.
*She frowns dramatically, giving you the feeling that you want to make her happy again. Itās not her line control, sheās just very good at manipulating her facial expressions.*
Why is torturing someone so hard? I mean, I guess we could break into her house later. But then weād have nothing to do right now. Unless you have someone else in mind, because I have a few ideas for what we could do.
He pauses, seemingly in thought. āWell, if you can make he leap to a different location I canā¦ play a little game to keep her unaware while you do it.ā
Leofrey suggests as they walk past screaming kids running for a teacher for the unconscious heap of a prodigy on the ground. He watches them fondly.
*The malicious grin returns to her face.* Oh, now youāre speaking my language. I can do that. Where are we taking her, hm?
*She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. Her gaze drifts to where everyone else is screaming, a twinkle in her eye the only suggestion of how much she enjoys being the cause of that.*
āhmā¦ revonstrait? Itās a park, but itās been abandoned since the wholeā¦ incident.ā He says, not looking very bothered at all. āFitting for our purposes, no?ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Oh! Thatās much more interesting. Where did you get that?
*Sheās fighting her smile down. She knows she shouldnāt be enjoying this but she hasnāt had this much fun in ages. This Leofrey kid might be good company after allā¦and it doesnāt hurt that heās pretty.*
āNot so hard to source when you make friends.ā He says with a wink. āBut this batch is mine- cut it with salt too.ā He sounds smug as anything and you want to grab him and shake him.
He gives her a wink, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. āCould teach you sometime.ā
*She rolls her eyes. Ugh. Heās annoying. But heās fun enough. Iāll just shut him up if I have to.*
Anyways, what now? You think heās gonna snitch?
āi doubt it. Most likely of anything he gets away with pinning it on some older kid with the smack in there, Iād think. But who cares about him, anyways?ā Leofrey shrugs, standing from the wall.
Not me. I just donāt want to have to brainwash anyoneāthatās a lie. I would love to brainwash a Mentor. Whatever else shall we do?
*She takes his hand again, still warm. Scarily warm, now.*
Perhaps we could find someone else to harass? Iāve got a few people in mind. Callista Verloren has been trying to show me up lately and I cannot stand it. I want her to know not to trifle with me. You understand that, right?
āof course, Iāve encountered herā¦ perhaps once?. What did you have in mind?ā He says, holding her hand and smiling mischievously. He rolls up the cuffs of his wrists.
We should make her slit her own throat. Actually, maybe her wrists. I want to see the look on her face when I see her in class the next day and sheās hiding the wounds.
*Her grin turns almost manic.*
He whistles, raising both eyebrows. āYouāre a regular vermillion, arenāt you.ā heās smiling though, and that seeing the face she makes quickly interjects, smooth as can be,
āas in gorgeous and vicious, aubs. That sounds fun and I think itās better to torment than to kill at least for now.. hm.., it would be the most interesting if she did it at home. And at least easy to prove it was us..ā
But I want to see the look on her face when she realizes she canāt do anything about it.
*She frowns dramatically, giving you the feeling that you want to make her happy again. Itās not her line control, sheās just very good at manipulating her facial expressions.*
Why is torturing someone so hard? I mean, I guess we could break into her house later. But then weād have nothing to do right now. Unless you have someone else in mind, because I have a few ideas for what we could do.
He pauses, seemingly in thought. āWell, if you can make he leap to a different location I canā¦ play a little game to keep her unaware while you do it.ā
Leofrey suggests as they walk past screaming kids running for a teacher for the unconscious heap of a prodigy on the ground. He watches them fondly.
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Oh! Thatās much more interesting. Where did you get that?
*Sheās fighting her smile down. She knows she shouldnāt be enjoying this but she hasnāt had this much fun in ages. This Leofrey kid might be good company after allā¦and it doesnāt hurt that heās pretty.*
āNot so hard to source when you make friends.ā He says with a wink. āBut this batch is mine- cut it with salt too.ā He sounds smug as anything and you want to grab him and shake him.
He gives her a wink, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. āCould teach you sometime.ā
*She rolls her eyes. Ugh. Heās annoying. But heās fun enough. Iāll just shut him up if I have to.*
Anyways, what now? You think heās gonna snitch?
āi doubt it. Most likely of anything he gets away with pinning it on some older kid with the smack in there, Iād think. But who cares about him, anyways?ā Leofrey shrugs, standing from the wall.
Not me. I just donāt want to have to brainwash anyoneāthatās a lie. I would love to brainwash a Mentor. Whatever else shall we do?
*She takes his hand again, still warm. Scarily warm, now.*
Perhaps we could find someone else to harass? Iāve got a few people in mind. Callista Verloren has been trying to show me up lately and I cannot stand it. I want her to know not to trifle with me. You understand that, right?
āof course, Iāve encountered herā¦ perhaps once?. What did you have in mind?ā He says, holding her hand and smiling mischievously. He rolls up the cuffs of his wrists.
We should make her slit her own throat. Actually, maybe her wrists. I want to see the look on her face when I see her in class the next day and sheās hiding the wounds.
*Her grin turns almost manic.*
He whistles, raising both eyebrows. āYouāre a regular vermillion, arenāt you.ā heās smiling though, and that seeing the face she makes quickly interjects, smooth as can be,
āas in gorgeous and vicious, aubs. That sounds fun and I think itās better to torment than to kill at least for now.. hm.., it would be the most interesting if she did it at home. And at least easy to prove it was us..ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Oh! Thatās much more interesting. Where did you get that?
*Sheās fighting her smile down. She knows she shouldnāt be enjoying this but she hasnāt had this much fun in ages. This Leofrey kid might be good company after allā¦and it doesnāt hurt that heās pretty.*
āNot so hard to source when you make friends.ā He says with a wink. āBut this batch is mine- cut it with salt too.ā He sounds smug as anything and you want to grab him and shake him.
He gives her a wink, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. āCould teach you sometime.ā
*She rolls her eyes. Ugh. Heās annoying. But heās fun enough. Iāll just shut him up if I have to.*
Anyways, what now? You think heās gonna snitch?
āi doubt it. Most likely of anything he gets away with pinning it on some older kid with the smack in there, Iād think. But who cares about him, anyways?ā Leofrey shrugs, standing from the wall.
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Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Oh! Thatās much more interesting. Where did you get that?
*Sheās fighting her smile down. She knows she shouldnāt be enjoying this but she hasnāt had this much fun in ages. This Leofrey kid might be good company after allā¦and it doesnāt hurt that heās pretty.*
āNot so hard to source when you make friends.ā He says with a wink. āBut this batch is mine- cut it with salt too.ā He sounds smug as anything and you want to grab him and shake him.
He gives her a wink, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. āCould teach you sometime.ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
I know.
*Sheās arrogant. Clearly.*
But was that it? Just a little acid attack that Elwin can fix pretty easily? I mean, he didnāt really do anything that bad but thatās kind of boring, donāt you think?
Leofrey, leaning back admires the thin trails of blue-ish pus and red blood that drool against the floor. It would make a pretty painting. With a smile he counts by flicking his fingers like a director until the kid stumbles into the locker slightly, still screaming and fighting for consciousness, and wobbling backwards when quite a good bit of white powder spills out onto him. Leofrey looks slightly surprised but quickly fades into pleased.
ā that would be the stars I suppose.ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Oh, youāre evil. I love it.
*Her grin turns sharp. This is the kind of thing she lives for. They slip into the hallway together, waiting near Hearteās locker. When he walks past, she slips into his mind she grabs a hold.*
There we go.
*She forces him to open the locker, but in her eagerness, she makes him wrench it open way too hard.*
with a rather alarming hiss, because of the added force of the door, the kids dumbbells back wildly as the acid fizzles against his face, screaming. It high and girl and Leofrey lets out a silently amused huff. Pussy.
Leofrey makes an entertained whistle, impressed. āThat was excellent, Talle.ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
I was not, but he sounds annoying already. Whatās your plan?
*She follows after him, light on her feet. She seems almost giddy at the prospect of having a new victim.*
āIāve taken one of his books and placed it into his locker. Heāll need it by the end of the dayā¦ but itās lunch period, so if we can get him to do it nowā¦ letās just say thereās a bit of a surprise in there.ā He says, very pleased in tone as he walks her. He keeps a good pace, being mindful of where sheās stepping and how fast.
ā thatās where you come in, Auburn.ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
*She takes his hand, her fingers warmer than an elfās should be.*
So, what do you suppose we do? Donāt tell me youāre boring.
*She gives him a cheeky smile, like heās the most entertaining creature sheās seen in a while.*
Holding the girls hand. He begins to lead them out of the library through the staff exit.
āAre you aware of young mister Avenida, and his littleā¦ scheme?ā Leofrey asks, having already come up with a source of entertainment for the next day- but a little early birding never hurt.
Hearte Avenida is a slightly older boy who as of the last few weeks, had been anyonmously reporting dress code violations, including leofrey's lovely leather boots and many a girl for the wrong length of socks, skirt, or hair.
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Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Youāre right. I suppose. Iām always willing to get into more trouble, if thatās what youāre implying. Itās not like anyone can hold me accountable after.
*Itās her turn to wink. You get the feeling sheās done something like that before.*
Leofrey doesnāt really respond, just gives her what he intends to be an enticing smile. Heās got canines a little too sharp, eyes a little too bright blue and itās the effect of making him look a little wild.
āshall we?ā He says, standing straight before extending his hand elegantly.
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
*She rolls her eyes at your antics.* Whatever. Hey, by the way, Iām skipping next session too. I canāt stand Sir Lorry.
Join me, if you want. Or donāt. Iāll probably still be reading like a loser anyways.
Leofrey pauses, considering. Eventually, he smiles. It still isnāt fully reaching his eyes, but heās clearly not upset about this prospect.
āwhy not? Although I have to insist we spend our time doing something more interesting, as far as a study session goes, itās hardly the most interesting thing happening at this school.ā
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
I see. Thatās good to know. I would like to meet your mother, I think.
You still havenāt answered my question, though. Donāt make me make you tell me.
*The look in her eyes turns darkly gleeful, like she wants to mind control you again. After all, itās not like youāll remember much of what happened if she doesnāt want you to.*
he raises both hands, giving her an easy smile. "Hey, hey, I can appreciate a powerful woman when I see one. I've not manifested yet, but just you wait."
He says with a smug little look, winking as he flicks up a volume with far too little ease- he seems to use telekinesis to some level in his daily life, simply making things easier and faster as if by instinct.
Dude that weirdo girl in Level Four who's been pining over Elwin said that she brewed elixirs to turn people into dogs...I'm scared for the safety of our staff and fellow classmates...
Rumor has it . . .
@letokerlof-ofthelostcities and @elwin-heslege-offical, you might want to attend to this.
Elwin has not come back to work yet; he's on wellness leave. I also do not endorse this behavior.
Surely you have a plan to neutralize this threat other than āI do not endorse it.ā Need I conduct my own search of the school premises?
She. . Isnāt a threat? Not really? I trust Elwin to dismiss that kind of behavior. If it worsens sheāll be suspended.
Elixirs that turn people into dogs sounds fairly escalated to me.
If it can be done it can be reversed. I do not get enough PTO for this.
Fine. Iāll handle it myself.
Please do not enter my school unauthorized and conduct a search without a warrant.
I do not receive enough endorsement for this shit. . . FINE. But you are only authorized to search THAT students belongings. If I hear of anything else weāre probably both going to be fired.
Fine. Whoās the student?
š¤·āāļø figure it out. Students talk. You canāt search those guys but someone ought to have a name.
eek
*runs away with suspiciously elixir-shaped pockets*
@captain-sandor
@captain-sandor my first guess is that one.
*sprints after* STOP. DROP THOSE ELIXIRS.
NEVER! *uncorks one and splashes you with it*
@letokerlof-ofthelostcities
Oh stars- @captain-sandor are you okay????
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@twinklefwinkle
...
*pausing in my running to come pat your head - you're quite fluffy now*
Aw...
*very angry and fluffy growling*
*Getting one last pat and then going to run again*
Okay...uh...
*turning on my heel and bolting*
*rounding a corner and spotting @kieran-heslege*
Hehehe
*uncorks the bottle and throws it at him before running off to go splash more students*
Wh-
*splash!*
....
*turned into a German Shepherd*
Walking down the hall at the sound of ā¦ barking?
he blinks in surprise at the sight, somehow aware that thatās his child. Behind him, the blonde haired flasher heās meant to be giving lessons to, @leofreyalder, wrinkles his nose in disgust .
āwhat on earth-ā
*turning to look at Elwin*
*padding up and whining quietly, tail whipping behind me*
(ooc underneath is what dog!kieran looks like probably)
Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
I am, yes. Now, donāt avoid the question. Unless youāre scared?
*She smirks, the look smug.*
āoh, hardly. My mother is an enhancer, my father a psinopath, and both manifested their 6th year.ā witch an easy look at her, he flicks his fingertips against the covers of his books, searching.
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Leofrey walks into the library on the second floor of the academy, making his way to the section of books heād been sorting at the large registry table. Itās a small project, but itās been an okay pastime and a good way to avoid his friends.
See, but today, thereās somebody there. He pauses slightly, then decides to go anyways. āHello.ā
-@leofreyalder
*I raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, clearly annoyed at being interrupted while I was reading.*
Hello. Who are you and why have you decided to interrupt me? I was rather enjoying my book.
*I shut the book and set it on the table. You see itās a book on the history of Tribunals and exiles.*
Leofrey glances at the cover, noting it but not being very interested.
āThis is my setup. I am sorting the older articles as a replacement detention.ā
He says level in tone, calmly meeting her eyes. His own are barely blue, a dark grey.
Hmph. And here I am, just skipping it.
*Her eyes, a glimmering blue with a depth one would liken to a labyrinthāeasy to get lost in and far more disorienting than one would expect, meet his. She seems annoyed, but it looks natural on her. Like thatās her default expression.*
Yeah, I know, what a nerd I am. Skipping detention to read. Butā*she sighs*āitās not as if I have anything better to do.
What did you do to get detention anyways? You donāt seem the type.
Leofrey considers the girl for a second and then decide she seems fairly harmless. Heās not really want to make many new friends- at least not his own age, but frequently people will come up to him and start talking. He supposes this is somewhere in the middle.
āWellā¦ I was simply having some fun with another boy, and I suppose I upset him somewhat.ā he says this rather pleasantly, as if unbothered.
āand yourself, missā¦ ?ā He prompts.
Miss Talle. But you can just call me Auburn. I made some kid lunch himself in the nose during PE. In my defense, he beat me at splotching which was really annoying.
*She laughs at that, like she hasnāt got a care in the world about the person she hurt. She doesnāt seem outright malicious, but she does give off the vibe of someone who doesnāt handle conflict sanely.*
I can help you organize some of these books, if you want.
āah, well then. Auburn.ā He says, inclining his head slightly and extending his hand, which one she extends to shake, he lifts to press to his pink lips, somewhat charmingly, and you get the feeling that this works for him.
ā I would quite like that, the more the merrier as they say.ā He smiles slightly, having remembered finally who she is. The Mesmer girl! Yes, she was interesting. And she could be a useful friend to have.
By the way, whatās your ability? You are of manifesting age, arenāt you?
*She focused, taking a hold of your mind and body and forcing you to organize the articles with a mindless focus.*
Despite being rather uncomfortable, feeling as though his skin is crawling, he keeps a pleased expression, simply raising an eyebrow at her.
ā how about you, a Mesmer, yes?ā He pauses, ā-or Iād be rather concerned. Itās hard to notice how heās completely evaded the question. This is a boy who is used to getting what he wants, and having people listen.
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