#kavero

TUMBLR KEPT EATING THIS my snippets were too strong

“What is this?” He asked. “It’s a shield charm,” Neirin explained, “It’s got the Dark Lantern’s rune on it. It helps them protect you when you’re traveling.” “The Dark Lantern lived like, five hundred years ago though.” Kavero said from behind them. He was laying down on the bench on the other side of theirs. Neirin shifted and turned towards him to argue, and Avyn rolled his eyes and slipped on the pendant. “So? They’re a paladin, that’s not exactly a problem for them.” “At this point, the paladins aren’t much different than a superstition.” “What, so you don’t want this bracelet I made you?” Neirin mock-huffed. There was a shuffling sound as Kavero sat up. “I didn’t say that!” “You made these?” Avyn asked, surprised and touched. Neirin hummed a yes. “My mom would always make them for my family,” she explained, “Since we’re all always traveling.” “Oh.” “You have one too, right?” Kavero asked. “I thought it was just a superstition,” Neirin teased. “I didn’t say that!” Kavero waved his hands around exaggeratedly in a way that Avyn could see. “And just because something’s a superstition doesn’t mean there's nothing there. I mean, that is kind of our whole job.” “That’s fair,” Neirin said. “Speaking of our job, we need to go back to the library,” Avyn said. “I need you to cross reference something I found on that last cassette.”

(^ the lore in this one is a little outdated but i love the small character details in this)

In a very smooth motion, Myana braked, twirled, and slid into the spot next to Moth. They looked up at her approach and looked impressed at her maneuver. Myana was mostly surprised it had worked that well. They made eye contact. It was brief, but Moth was wearing their glasses and the glamor was in place, giving them normal eyes and ears, and it was always a little jarring. “Sup?” Myana said, and immediately wished she had said something cooler, like, what’s a kid like you doing hanging around in a place like this? Actually, quoting old movies might be worse. Maybe a joke? She couldn’t think of any jokes, except the really dumb ones about skeletons. Moth lifted up their book, it was a textbook on medical terminology. “Studying.” “Nerd.” They rolled their eyes, “Says the one who wrote an essay on spell structure for fun.” “I’m still writing it, actually,” She said. “Nerd.” Myana stuck out her tongue, “Whatever, check this out.”

(they are nerd4nerd)

Four weeks later, Lyslani stared down at a dead fly. It buzzed, trying to take off. She put her head in her hands, and it stopped. It was becoming more frequent. ‘It’ being her accidental necromancy. She was in the mess hall, which consisted of three long rows of plastic picnic tables and a busted air conditioner. It was one of the only areas where free talk was allowed, and friendly chatter filled the room. She liked the background noise, even though she rarely joined in. Lyslani tapped the knife in her pocket in thought. The miasma stirred, and then whispered, Control is never found in confinement. That was strange, it’s advice was almost always rather… bloodthirsty. It helpfully added, When you master control, you will have your enemies choking on their own blood should they defy you. Yeah, like that.

“No, I want to get my ears pierced!” Robin insisted. “Oh,” Lake said. He had kind of thought Mom had pushed Robin into it. “Are you scared of the needle?” he asked. Robin looked a little embarrassed, but she nodded. “And you really do want your ears pierced?” She nodded again. Lake considered this. He jumped up from the bench, and turned to give Robin a hand. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, “let’s do it together!” She looked interested. “Together? We’ll match!”

PHIN holds up his DAGGER, False Bravado. PHIN: What do you THINK I’m doing? I’m figuring out how to kick your guyses asses, obviously. Bandit2 steps forwards, MENACINGLY B2: How cute, and how is that going? PHIN: It’s great, thanks for asking! PHIN: you guys are morons that attack a town in broad daylight with only like fifteen people, so this is going to be pretty easy. PHIN: Your guyses strategist must be an idiot. B2 Looks annoyed. B2 is wearing a PATCH or a BADGE that says, like, WORLDS BEST STRATEGIST. B2 LUNGES at PHIN with her SWORD PHIN: EEP!

(I lied, that last one was Guiding Light, not Ignite the Moon. Wrong Folder)

oooo yes! I wrote this while i was still figuring out how I wanted Neirin, Avyn, and Kaveros story line to go. A few things have changed since I wrote this, (namely, the role Neirin's dad plays. He doesn't work for the Hypnos Sanctum, but her mother did before she passed.) but it can still mostly be read as taking place about three or four years before the story actually starts.

ITM: Coffee Run

It was early in the morning when Neirin, Avyn, and Kavero shuffled their way to the Council's door. It was a very big door, but rather boring. It was pretty much just a standard office door, except for the fact that it was rather big. It managed to be boring and imposing at the same time. 

The three of them had never actually been inside the council room. This room was where Hypnos Sanctum members gave reports, received missions and did whatever else full fledged members did. None of them knew what the whole process was exactly; they were junior members, younger members of the sanctum who were still in training and pretty much just interns.

Avyn voiced their worst fears. “Do you think they figured out we’re the ones who’ve been smuggling snacks out of the break room?” He whispered, as if he expected the whole council to be eavesdropping through the keyhole.