Something for Golden Week whoo

8) I am BEYOND excited that you were digging around thank you so much

It’s… hm. It’s magic in the very technical sense of people in this universe being born with powers, magic as far as witches is a Different force being tapped into, if that makes sense? That’s just semantics though LOL BUT YES. YOU GOT IT.

What Reed can mess with, in the literal above-the-table sense, is someone’s stats. He’s a walking GameShark and can remove someone’s limits to open them up to power they would have had to work for years to attain otherwise or might not have ever been ABLE to attain; which is why his ability is so enticing. What he doesn’t tell you (and actually the exact reason he’s never done this to himself), is that he has no say in how your body will handle it to catch up. It’s like… if he were to do it to a physical fighter, it’d have the same effect as something like Izuku from BNHA where channeling that raw power destroys your body in the process. That’s Kind Of what happened to Iolana- thankfully, she came out of it as undamaged as she could, but her ability to channel energy into special attacks was permanently lost.

It was nice having an employee that she was also friends with. Did it lead to special treatment? Absolutely! And Izel didn’t see an issue with that. Yes, Lana was drastically different, in many ways from Izel, but there was a novelty to her in that regard. Lana seemed shy, and quiet, but she figured in time, she could get her out of her shell. They regularly hung out at this point, more so with Lana than with others. Izel placed a bowl of Guacamole on her coffee table, when she heard a knock on her door, as her guest had arrived. She had on a pair of tight denim shorts, and a black tank top, tucked into them. The mimic opened the door, smiling at Izel. “Yessss, you made it! Wasn’t sure if they’d let you out -- or if -- you know, someone would want you,” she said with a slight shrug, motioning for her to come into her living room.

The start of a new semester meant new classes for Iolana, and already, she felt herself struggling. She had hoped to have picked up better study habits or learning methods, but her mind wasn’t fully able to wrap around these technical terms and knowledge. As a result, she scheduled to meet with the TA of her class for a review session at the library. Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty, and then an hour, and with each passing minute, Iolana grew more and more anxious that her TA must have forgotten. Letting out a sigh, Iolana bit her lip and decided to wait a little longer as she looked around for any familiar faces.

Tommy was managing to keep his grades up, even managing to get a B in his remedial math class and a C in his English class. Mostly that was due to Master Lucas, but he was also working hard for it. He made himself skip skateboarding twice a week and just go to the library and work on classes. The library had no distractions, like his gorgeous Master to kiss and pleasure or a hill to bomb. He sighed as he finished up his homework and packed up his stuff, happily popping in his headphones and heading out. He was stopped short by a familiar face. He waved and pulled out his phone, heading over to the study carrel. Hey! How r u? He knew her well enough that he wouldn’t have a problem talking to her, but he knew she might not be there yet at all. It seemed respectful to meet her where she was at. 

For whatever reason, Kalani didn’t remember the dress code last year. When it came out a few weeks back, he thought it was a new initiative and reluctantly complied with it. He found ways around it, either at work or visiting his friends who were not fellow slaves. After a couple days he learned to put an extra set of clothes in his backpack, in case he ever  got the opportunity to change. It was then that he remembered it from last year, as he did the same thing last summer. Once Kalani was deep enough into the woods he put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He asked Iolana to meet him by taking a specific trail from the beach, offering her some lunch as well. He found a park bench, always on the lookout for incoming masters, ready to change if needed. Finally, Kalani saw Iolana’s smiling face making her way up the trail, about 100 feet into the woods, from the beach.