#accidentalphenom

                  “1... 2... 3...” 

       It might have been juvenile to play hide and seek at their age, but after some lengthy persuasion and wearing him down, Flat had managed to do the unimaginable. Out in the snow, bundled from head to toe, Waver had hidden himself behind a tree to count to ten. To anyone observing, the two teenagers might have looked like they were in an ordinary game of hide and seek, but really, both of them had gathered enough snowballs to prepare for battle. All Waver had to do was give Flat a ten second start to hide, and then  — 

“I think I’ve heard of you.”

This boy was apparently a genius? Seemed odd to think, particularly given how different he seemed to be from those mages who believed themselves elite and elegant. The family itself had a reputation in the Clock Tower, even someone who had tried to abandon the mage lifestyle was aware of the rumours of this old lineage supposedly frozen in time. In the bad way, not in the ‘age of the gods magecraft’ way. 

Creatures of Avalon did not so oft stray into this land; the air was thin in magic, the land rejecting with all it was the nature of anything other than ‘logic’. Not so oft, yet it did happen. There was one place where magic ran closer to the surface, where at times things slipped through the cracks and found their way across. That Mages in their infinite wisdom had opted to build upon said cracks only made it worse, creating bright beacons which attracted the fauna of his home like moths to the flame. Frustrating.

Clock Tower Merlin had no true interest in-- the mages of this era were, as a rule, crude and vulgar. Cruel at their worst, annoying at their best. His presence here was not through invite, rather it was.... well, technically it was breaking and entering though god forbid any attempted to halt him. He had been fortunate to be left alone for so long he things, barely a sigh escaping when youngster crosses path.

“Hello!.” Attention fleets from young man, looking about. “Have you seen anything--- hm, anything with horns running around? I seem to have lost something...”

“I must admit I’m a little ashamed for dropping contact for such an extended time,” Bianca confessed, the statement half-muffled by the teacup against her lips. “My studies have grown quite demanding, and I haven’t had much free time lately. I’m certain you understand.”