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Orin
High King
Eli Nestler
Location: Yggdrasil Library
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Megilagor
DarkKitsune
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Dest
Ginko The Mushishi
Rcticwolf
Location: Yggdrasil Library
Interactions:
Megilagor
DarkKitsune
Mentions:
Dest
Ginko The Mushishi
RcticwolfEli gave Chimera one last glance before he sighed and held up a book that had a trident engraved on it “the professors say I remind them of an Elder that died a long time ago, the Roman god known as Neptune…known to the Greeks as Poseidon” he finished and set the book down, running his other hand through Yorrick’s fur “though I’m not entirely sure what they mean” he shrugged and sat the book down as Blake walked in. He gave his dorm mate a small wave before looking back down at the book, a curious expression slowly forming. “Is that..” he paused, picking up the book and holding it to the light of a nearby window. “The trident, its cyan” he remarked, turning it so Niko and Chimera could see it.
He turned the book back to him and rubbed his finger along the trident “I wonder” he mumbled to himself and closed his eyes, envisioning the rip chord once again. Within seconds the library was filled with the scent of saltwater and the book itself had began to glow the same hue as Eli’s aura. “Well that did some…” the words stopped flowing from Eli’s mouth and his aura enveloped his body. The smell of saltwater mixed with the smell of seaweed and fish and Eli’s eyes turned into Cyan disks, glowing dangerously bright. Eli opened his mouth to speak but it wasn’t his voice that was heard. “Aura of my Aura, thou has unlocked the secrets of my book and have been deemed worthy” the deep gurgling voice spoke as if it was underwater “Renelliot of Clan Nestler” the voice said and Eli began floating a few feet off the ground “your destiny has been written in the stars and on the waves, I now grant you the knowledge to understand” the voice continued and with a bright light emitting form his body, Eli dropped to the floor with the voice that once possessed him seemingly echoing in the air “find the kingdom in the waves, claim your birthright”
Eli shook his head as he regained consciousness “what the hell was that” he groaned, rubbing his temple “kind felt like the awak…..” his words were cut off my a searing pain in his head and his speech turned into a scream of agony. He crumpled to the floor like dead weight, grasping his head in pain as images of oceans and rivers flooded his mind. Somehow he knew the names of every ocean and river in the world, he could recognize all manner of sea creatures and could smell the stink of fish. “M-make it stop” he pleaded to his friends as he tossed and turned on the floor in horrible pain. A loud crack of thunder boomed from just outside the window and rain began falling like a torrent, In that moment, a familiar head of blonde hair rushed into the library “where is he” Professor Sophie shouted, before noticing Eli laying on the floor. She quickly ran over to him, placing a hand on his temple and letting her silver aura trickle down and mix with Eli’s cyan aura, the smell of the room shifting to a salty vanilla
“Stay calm Eli, I felt the surge of energy” she said, peering over to the book that was now open and contained new words sprawled in blue ink “this is why I didn’t want you researching Neptune” she sighed, and began helping Eli manage all of the knowledge he had just obtained like Joan had done for her many years ago. “Just breathe Eli, your mind has been flooded with the knowledge of an elder…the fact that you are still alive proves how strong you are” she gave him a weak smile as Eli’s fits began to calm down “ I will help you manage all this new information, soon you’ll be able to access all of it without feeling this pain” she spoke and sighed in relief when Eli sat up
“So Elder’s beaming knowledge into your head is normal or??” He asked hoarsely as he sat up “don’t think I could do that again” he mumbled, rubbing his sore head and ignoring the looks from his peers. Sophie chuckled “no it’s a one time deal usually” she smiled sadly “when I was fifteen, the witch of Endor gave me all of her knowledge of air magic as well as all of her memories” he sighed “luckily, it seems like you’ve just been given knowledge about water magic and info about the sea” she said with a curious look on her face “or at least that’s what I saw when I looked in your mind…a vast sea filled with thousands of animals” she exclaimed and Eli scoffed “I don’t feel lucky” he mumbled, rubbing his sore head but still stood up and brushed himself off. He picked up the book and began flipping through the pages “it has new writing” he said to himself before Sophie chimed in “just be lucky you weren’t unconscious for almost two days” she shook her head and stood up “I recommend going to see the nurse, and coming to find me later on” she nodded before giving Eli one more concerned look and walking away, headed to go tell the other professors what had just taken place
Eli looked over to his dorm mates “sooo…” he said, scratching his head awkwardly “that happened…” he said as the rain began to let up as if it was directly caused by him.
DarkKitsune
One Thousand Club
CHIMERA KINDEL
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Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Rcticwolf
Leader of the Tiberium Military
While her and Rory sat at a table reading their books, ember started to show her depression once again as her ears fell to the side. And after a few of the books and getting increasingly frustrated she puts the book down and holds her head “still nothing, no mention of any elder or human having the same predicament as me, there were some humans that failed the summoning ritual and were able to succeed after a ‘truth of the heart’ was discovered or a ‘test of will’ was passed, but they are so vague that I don’t understand it!” She groaned and laid her head on the table “I just don’t know what to do Rory” she added without lifting her head
Orin
High King
Megilagor
My feelings are like schrodingers cat.
"Yes this is concerning, but considering the magic of this world it is possible." Said Niko under his nose as he saw the trident symbol on the book light up blue, it was concerning, to say the least, but what Chimera spoke of did throw him off the track so he responded to her a bit confused, even fixing his nonexistent glasses.
"Wait what blue flames my flames were crimson red, not blue... Unless you all experienced something else than I did."
Shortly after Niko heard something heavy fall from Elis's direction which turned out to be Eli himself he thought it was a normal case of convulsions that should not be interrupted cause they could get worse, but as the teacher approached
"Quite a fall my friend, though I have to say that was really quick for convulsions, normally they take hold of ya and remain for minutes if not hours, though magic-related convulsions are probably levels of strength the regular ones. Though getting you to the nurse is a good idea." Exclaimed Niko while he hid the two books in his satchel along with Bipi, only to move towards Eli while gesturing that he was willing to lend a shoulder to him.
"Well, Eli let's get you to that nurse shall we, though knowing myself I will be a common bunk mate there."
Niko jested a bit trying to lift the mood up a little, while waiting for Eli to hoist his arm onto Niko's shoulder as a support, before venturing off to the nurse's office wherever it is, but that has to wait for Eli to do his bit.
"Wait what blue flames my flames were crimson red, not blue... Unless you all experienced something else than I did."
Shortly after Niko heard something heavy fall from Elis's direction which turned out to be Eli himself he thought it was a normal case of convulsions that should not be interrupted cause they could get worse, but as the teacher approached
"Quite a fall my friend, though I have to say that was really quick for convulsions, normally they take hold of ya and remain for minutes if not hours, though magic-related convulsions are probably levels of strength the regular ones. Though getting you to the nurse is a good idea." Exclaimed Niko while he hid the two books in his satchel along with Bipi, only to move towards Eli while gesturing that he was willing to lend a shoulder to him.
"Well, Eli let's get you to that nurse shall we, though knowing myself I will be a common bunk mate there."
Niko jested a bit trying to lift the mood up a little, while waiting for Eli to hoist his arm onto Niko's shoulder as a support, before venturing off to the nurse's office wherever it is, but that has to wait for Eli to do his bit.
DarkKitsune
One Thousand Club
Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Ginko The Mushishi
Traveling Mushi-Shi
Dest
The Sane One
Blake eyed the backs of the small group taking Eli away, a worried expression on his face. Information being directly beamed into your head like that could not be healthy, especially with the way that Sophie had reacted. Resolving himself to check in on the other male later, Blake turned back to his book and tried to pick back up where he had left off. After reading the same sentence a half a dozen times without ever comprehending it he huffed, shutting the book as he realized there was no point trying to read the historical text for now. Glancing around he noticed the smaller book he had grabbed, the one on tactics, and with a shrug he decided to start reading it instead.
"A change of preference oh heart of my heart?" Serena asked from his shoulder, one bleary eye opened to watch him.
"Yea, can't focus on the history stuff right now since I'm worrying about Eli," Blake subconsciously reached up and stroked her head, paying no attention as she leaned into it purring. "Gonna see if I can't focus on this tactics book instead, maybe learn something good if I'm lucky."
"It is your decision oh dear partner," the badger shifted slightly, once more growing comfortable as she returned to her nap.
Blake chuckled slightly at her actions before he delved into the book, looking in interest at the diagrams that explained various plans and backup plans for combat encounters in both small and large quantities of troops. As the hours wore on and the shadows lengthened, he began to yawn and, finally, decided that it was high time he went to bed. As he lifted up his books a piece of parchment slipped form the historical text, one that was covered in markings similar to what had been on the familiar ritual that the Flamels had given him and the others.
"Well now, what's this?" As Blake looked the parchment over he could feel something stir with his fledgling control of aura, a feeling of anticipation. This parchment meant something, and he supposed he would just have to find out what.
"A change of preference oh heart of my heart?" Serena asked from his shoulder, one bleary eye opened to watch him.
"Yea, can't focus on the history stuff right now since I'm worrying about Eli," Blake subconsciously reached up and stroked her head, paying no attention as she leaned into it purring. "Gonna see if I can't focus on this tactics book instead, maybe learn something good if I'm lucky."
"It is your decision oh dear partner," the badger shifted slightly, once more growing comfortable as she returned to her nap.
Blake chuckled slightly at her actions before he delved into the book, looking in interest at the diagrams that explained various plans and backup plans for combat encounters in both small and large quantities of troops. As the hours wore on and the shadows lengthened, he began to yawn and, finally, decided that it was high time he went to bed. As he lifted up his books a piece of parchment slipped form the historical text, one that was covered in markings similar to what had been on the familiar ritual that the Flamels had given him and the others.
"Well now, what's this?" As Blake looked the parchment over he could feel something stir with his fledgling control of aura, a feeling of anticipation. This parchment meant something, and he supposed he would just have to find out what.
Orin
High King
Rcticwolf
DarkKitsune
Ginko The Mushishi
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Dest
Megilagor
Current time:
Eli woke with a start, his heart racing and his palms sweaty. “Woah there” a man with graying hair said. The man had on scrubs with a long white coat and Eli assumed he was a doctor “where…” Eli started but noticed all of the medical equipment scattered around the room “you are in the nurses office” the man spoke smoothly, trying to soothe the obviously startled boy “nurse’s office?” Eli asked “the last thing I remember is…” he said before a rush of images flooded his mind. Images of sea creatures and oceans, rivers and streams, and most of all a silver trident calling out to him. “Fuck” he grumbled as he gripped his head in pain “you have to take it Easy Renelliot” the man said and Eli cringed at the use of his full name “Eli” he corrected the nurse and the man smiled “sorry, Eli” he nodded “I’m sure Sophie explained what happened but I’ll give you a brief run down.” The nurse said and pulled up a chair “some Elders have the ability to pass on their knowledge and powers to worthy people” he said with a small frown “when you touched the book with your aura, you unlocked a spell that the Elder Neptune put on it almost seven centuries ago” he said and Eli stared at him dumbfounded. The man chuckled and continued “it seems Neptune had chosen you as his heir, perhaps because of the similarities between your auras” the man said and tapped Eli’s arm, the boy’s cyan aura crackled and popped at the man’s touch before dissipating “I Remember my uncles aura fondly” he said sadly and Eli stared at him with wide eyes
“Uncle?” Eli asked and the man nodded “how well do you know your mythology young Eli?” The man asked and Eli thought for a second “I guess i know a bit” the boy shrugged and the nurse chuckled “well” he started “My name is Asclepius..the humani once called me a god of medicine” he said and the name brought back hours of mythology knowledge from his childhood “you may not know me but I…” Asclepius started but was cut off by Eli “Asclepius, son of the god Apollo” Eli finished for him and Asclepius nodded “yes, my father is the Elder Apollo” he smiled that same sad smile.
“So you knew Neptune?” Eli asked, noticing that he needed to change the subject. The elder looked up from his deep thought “oh yes” he said “uncle Neptune was by far my favorite relative” he said as he put away some rolled bandages “he always took me swimming, taught me some water magic, and was far more understanding than his brothers…or even my father for that matter” the elder sighed “listen, if Neptune has given you this gift it must be for an important reason” Asclepius leaned in closer, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon wafting over Eli’s senses “heed his warnings, follow the path he has laid out and you…” he paused, giving Eli a look over before giving him a smile “could become even stronger than he was, and let me tell you..” he stood up, stretching his arms “in his prime, Neptune could drain the worlds sea with a snap of his fingers, he could bring torrential rains and earth shattering earthquakes” the elder sounded excited when he listed off the feats, almost as if he wished to see it again “but his main goal, his reason for being, was to protect the oceans of the world” he finished and placed a hand on Eli’s shoulder, ignore the crackles of Cuban energy that mixed with his own Tea green aura “you’ll go on to do great things Eli Nestler, great things” he repeated and walked out of the room, giving Eli a nod as he did so
Eli sat there for a second “great things?” He asked himself as he looked down at his hands. After a few moments, he decided he would go back to his dorm where he was sure Yorrick was waiting for him. He hadn’t even stepped fully in the room when the ball of white fluff launched itself at his chest “woah Yorri” Eli exclaimed, barely catching the bear “are you ok master?” Yorrick asked and began sniffing his master to locate any wounds or bruises “I’m ok Yorrick” he said and began to tell Yorrick everything that happened in the nurses office. “So you were chosen by Neptune because of your aura?” Yorrick asked as he sat on his master’s lap “apparently, even Asclepius said that my aura reminded him of Neptune” Eli responded and laid back in his bed. By this point, the sun had already set and the moon light was now bursting through his window in large silvery beams. Eli closed his eyes, his brain tuning out Yorrick’s remark as he drifted into a rather deep sleep that was plagued by visions of an underwater city.
Six month time skip
CHAPTER 2: The Battle of Yggdrasil
“Ohh come on Bryan, you aren’t even trying” Eli said as he hopped back and forth in his fighting stance across from a boy who looked exhausted “alright that’s enough” the instructor Scathach called over the cheering of the students. Both Eli and Bryan bowed respectfully to each other and then walked from the mat. It had now been six months since Eli was awakened and traveled to this weird place called Flamel Academy, six months of training, magic lessons, history that the history books got wrong, and of course, dealing with the influx of knowledge from the Sea Elder Neptune.
Over the last few months, Eli was ordained a master of water magic, the youngest ever recorded and he started helping other students to master their abilities. Eli walked from the mat to his gym bag to grab a water and began drinking it eagerly. It wasn’t until a certain smell hit his nose that he put the bottle down. “What is that” Eli asked, taking in a deep breath of a scent that smelled of rotting eggs. In that instant, his body froze and his mind flew back to the day this all started. The day a hundred normal people were awakened and given their magical potential. The words echoed in his head and suddenly he remembered where he recognized the smell from and as if someone else had the same thought “Dee” a voice spoke, shaking Eli out of his stupor “students, head to the great hall, NOW!” Scatty shouted over the shocked looks of the students “Dee?” Eli asked, the teachers never told them exactly who awakened them but Eli would never forget the smell that over powered his senses “Dee…” he said again, the pieces of the puzzle slowly putting themselves together and Scatty could see the wheels turning in his head “Eli now is not the time” she interrupted his thoughts and Eli frowned “Dee” he said for a third time “rotten eggs” he said and all Scatty could do was give him a look that answered all his questions. His eyes widened and he bolted out of the room, yorrick following behind him.
Eli ran down the corridor, pushing past students and staff until he found the Flamels talking urgently with the elder Hecate. “hey!” Eli shouted, his anger slowly bubbling over “Dr. John Dee” was all that Eli said, gaining the attention of all three staff members. Eli steeled himself before continuing “Dee’s scent is rotten eggs…he’s the one who awakened us” the boy stated and gauging from the reactions he received, he deemed that he was right. Nicholas sighed deeply, Perenelle turned her head to avoid Eli’s eyes, but Hecate was the only one who looked him in the eye “Yes” the elder stated simply, earning both shocked and angry expressions from the Flamels. “Hecate!” Perenelle said but Hecate held up a hand to silence her “Dr.Dee is the one who awakened all of you with the help of Bastet and a few other dark elders” she said calmly, Ignoring he angry looks from her peers. “You must know the truth, if you are to survive this battle” Hecate spoke with calmness and clarity but the Flamels next to her were fuming “battle?” Eli asked, completely ignoring the immortals and turned his attention solely on the only one who would tell him the truth.
“Come to the great hall, I will explain everything” the elder said and turned on her heels. Eli quickly followed her to the great hall and stood amongst the crowd “Students of this academy” Hecate started speaking, a hush immediately fell over the crowd. “By now most of you have probably pieced together what is happening but I will fill in the blanks” she cleared her throat “6 months ago, you were awakened by a murder, necromancer and magican…his name is Dr. John Dee” she said and held a hand up to silence the chatter that began to spread “listen carefully” she said, her voice becoming more serious “Dee has brought an army to this shadow realm with the hopes of destroying this tree and capturing all of you” her eyes scanned the shocked faces of the crowd “we will do our best to protect you but it is more than likely you will need to fight and defend yourselves” as she finished an upoar of disapproval rose through the students. They were yelling, screaming, auras were being activated and Eli couldn’t take it anymore “ENOUGH!” He shouted, his voice magically amplified by the use of his air magic. The entire hall went silent at the outburst and Eli walked on to the stage, ignoring the looks of the staff members
Eli sighed deeply as his classmates looked at him “I know this isn’t what we signed up for” he said with a serious voice and face that his classmates were not use to seeing “regardless of that fact” he turned to glare at the flamels who seemed to shrink back at his gaze before he turned back to the students “the truth of the matter is that if we don’t use the skills we have learned to defend ourselves, Dee and his forces will kill us or worse..” he said and suddenly the entire hall was quite “you all know me, know that I wouldn’t lie to you” he said and nodded to Hecate who gave him a very rare smile “head to your dorms, gather your weapons, and report to the courtyard…we need to save our home” Hecate said, earning shocked looks from a lot of the students and a smile from Eli
Students filed out of the great hall and flooded the halls, all scrambling to grab weapons and armor, the alchemists ran to their labs to grab their various potions and Eli went directly to his room to grab his trident. After recovering his trident and changing his clothes, he ran out the door and down the hallway. A window burst next to him, sending him flying into a wall as a beast crashed into him. “Fuck” Eli cursed as his back hit the wall, the boy looked up to see something he wasn’t prepared for…it was a man with the head of a bird. The bird-man had long talons and black wings sprouting from his back, his thin arms clinging to a spear. Without thinking, Eli raised his hands in defense and a blast of freezing cold air wafted through the hall, picking the bird creature up and flinging it back through the window. “W-what was that?” Eli asked Yorrick who frowned “A soldier of the Morrigan” the bear said and Eli gulped “the morrigan….Right” he said with a sigh and stood up. Another bird soldier burst though the window but this time Eli was prepared, “don’t think” he said to himself as he allowed his newly honed instincts to take over, side stepping the strike of a spear. Eli quickly spun on his axis and swung the trident at the bird creature’s neck, the tips of the trident cut into the creatures neck and it crumpled to the floor turning into a normal bird laying in a bloody pool. Eli cringed at the sight “and here I thought my days of murdering animals was over” he said, trying to lighten his own mood. “You use to kill animals?” Yorrick asked and Eli swore he could see the bear raise an imaginary eyebrow “alligators mostly, that’s where the scar came from” Eli said, point at his lip “let’s go” Eli held his hand out towards his familiar “Yorrick” he commanded and the bears normally brown eyes began to glow cyan. With a great roar of effort, the tiny cub expanded and grew into a hulking fully grown polar bear. Eli hopped on Yorrick’s back “let’s go find our friends” he said and Yorrick roared before he bolted off down the corridor.
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Among many other events during those 6 months, James had continued to take umbrage with how he had felt rushed by the teachers (in regards to dinning).
Almost immediately he had taken to bribing and intimidating the people on kitchen detail, as well as stealing and hoarding from the pantries.
Almost prophesying the far more serious wars to surround him, he'd even led students to deter the Torc Alta from clearing food servings away til they felt satisfied.
The teachers were somewhat aghast at him. Some other young and exuberant kid he had rallied turned things into a whole production and half.
Students that were initially more afraid of James than devoted to 'the cause' began transforming into amateur paramilitary 'fighters'.
Perhaps more nuisance than threat, they soon had maneuvers and chants (plus other trappings of military 'coalitions' and other organizations such as unions).
School administration hsd initially found it part-way nuisance, and partially a harmless parody of a school organization (a sentiment mirrored by some in the group).
"Well, you wanted them to unite as a military force didn't you?" Scatty had said as the Flamels had scoffed (even while signing their acquiescence to the latest of the various letters of protest and demands by the coalition).
"Classes shall be postponed til no sooner than all students have enjoyed no less than 7 helping-" Perenelle had read in derisive disbelief at the parchment that was meant to be a war treaty of sorts.
"They're brandishing knives in organized formations with makeshift broomhandles for staves! This is ridiculous!" Nicholas had added exasperatedly.
"Well...-" Sophie began again, earning sour scrunching scowls from the Flamels.
"I hope you haven't decided to act as a double agent for these rogue boyscouts" Scatty half-teased almost boredly.
"Don't you WANT them full of fuel for all the mana consumption? Surely we can hold classes later? They might just have a point..." Sophie tried to reason.
Scatty neglected to mention that she had been secretly converted. She reasoned that it was poor war planning to rush their 'war vehicles' off to classes without proper fueling.
"You don't want them going up in explod-" Josh began before Perenelle had snapped and yelled for all staff to get out of the meeting room.
Almost immediately he had taken to bribing and intimidating the people on kitchen detail, as well as stealing and hoarding from the pantries.
Almost prophesying the far more serious wars to surround him, he'd even led students to deter the Torc Alta from clearing food servings away til they felt satisfied.
The teachers were somewhat aghast at him. Some other young and exuberant kid he had rallied turned things into a whole production and half.
Students that were initially more afraid of James than devoted to 'the cause' began transforming into amateur paramilitary 'fighters'.
Perhaps more nuisance than threat, they soon had maneuvers and chants (plus other trappings of military 'coalitions' and other organizations such as unions).
School administration hsd initially found it part-way nuisance, and partially a harmless parody of a school organization (a sentiment mirrored by some in the group).
"Well, you wanted them to unite as a military force didn't you?" Scatty had said as the Flamels had scoffed (even while signing their acquiescence to the latest of the various letters of protest and demands by the coalition).
"Classes shall be postponed til no sooner than all students have enjoyed no less than 7 helping-" Perenelle had read in derisive disbelief at the parchment that was meant to be a war treaty of sorts.
"They're brandishing knives in organized formations with makeshift broomhandles for staves! This is ridiculous!" Nicholas had added exasperatedly.
"Well...-" Sophie began again, earning sour scrunching scowls from the Flamels.
"I hope you haven't decided to act as a double agent for these rogue boyscouts" Scatty half-teased almost boredly.
"Don't you WANT them full of fuel for all the mana consumption? Surely we can hold classes later? They might just have a point..." Sophie tried to reason.
Scatty neglected to mention that she had been secretly converted. She reasoned that it was poor war planning to rush their 'war vehicles' off to classes without proper fueling.
"You don't want them going up in explod-" Josh began before Perenelle had snapped and yelled for all staff to get out of the meeting room.
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James had stubbornly tried to do it all during those 6 months, and to some degree he did succeed at that.
The man had not been given a favorable set of first impressions for everyone, however. His antics surrounding the spat between Ember and Scatty had made him seem overly loud/boorish in turn.
This self imposed distance was extrapolated by the staff egging on his already present wishes to always be learning and training. James did grow grudging respect (or sometimes more accurately, jealousy) for a select few at least.
During the 6 months, James made his best guesses at how he wanted to train and whether it would actually prove useful (without ACTUALLY knowing future).
It was tricky learning to give your all to fighting with axes and such in an Era with smartphones, as opposed to protestant militias and such.
The Virginian was ironically driven to great effort by the very people he was distancing himself from (plus one very special exception).
The lumberjack had noticed his Georgian dormmate in classes, in the training grounds and such. Even the teachers had to counsel him away from wearing himself out.
He had initially been trying to out-do Blake in EVERYTHING, embarrassing himself by passing out from the mental and physical fatigue during their combat classes a couple of times.
Dest
It had been difficult, deciding where to let his farming counterpart take his wins. He did soon however learn to be tactical with his use of time.
Worse yet, Blake Forbes wasn't alone. There was the VERY noticeable Alistair. It pulled at him because neither of them or ANY of his perceived 'rivals' were noticeably mean...
James wasn't a particularly competitive person. So there was a particular reason for his (mostly) concealed rancor.
Orin
The root of his fixation on perceived inadequacies, was a particularly embarrassing set of sentiments towards his Floridian friend ; Eli. Renelliot Nestler.
It didn't help that he himself had some initial and rather gauling attraction to his 'rivals' , and as such was unable to rest easy on the merits of his own appearance.
Things being so, James battled guilt. Not only were Alistair and Blake more than his physical match, but were exceedingly attractive.
Alistair was also uncannily sweet, infuriating James because he felt very mean by sheer comparison (you had to hate Alistair for how perfect he was, but also couldn't because how in the world can you?).
And so the older teen labored day and night. James transformed his relatively impressive strength and stamina with a hatchet in hand towards combat with an axe in either hand, with a couple of other weapons to a somewhat lesser degree.
It remains to be seen if his efforts to arrange Eli to notice him while chopping wood for hours non stop (for 'battlefield endurance') had been sussed out by anyone other than Scatty and the kids he had wrangled into herding Eli his way.
Some might find it a little suspicious that he had a tendency to be shirtless whenever Eli was way-laid to pass his way, by PURE COINCIDENCE OF COURSE.
After 6 months he could weild an axe singlehandedly without tiring for an unusual amount of time. He managed to be able to swing it about quicker than expected, axes notable for being not quick to make parries/return to ready position.
Ambidextrous weilding combined with his speed plus endurance, one could almost think the top heavy axe he weilded weighed more like a swift sword.
James could weild two at once if he wished and had trained to retrieve them from being stuck in their targets quickly and not tire for an unusual amount of time.
Despite this he knew of 4 other males who had some physical edge over him either in strength (he wondered if he could call himself a lumberjack at times) or stamina.
Alistair even outclassed him in both and the farmer proved his superior in weapons. This wasn't even counting females, namely Ember who probably made fools of the lot in seemingly ALL categories.
Rcticwolf
James made arguably bigger waves in his magic uses, noticably 'cheating' where he couldn't. 'Cheating' as to mean ; finding a dozen plus excuses to rearrange his schedule to be around Eli.
Not to mention the afformentioned plots to steer the other away from everyone else to pass his way 'by coincidence' (especially when he noticed Eli around a perceived 'threat').
Eli having been presumably non-the-wiser, James' wishes had born fruit after a few months on a training mission for 2. Ambiguity remains as to whether Scatty grew tired of watching James maddening himself over his crush and arranged it.
After some tender moments in Italy and much hoped for kissing, James' insecurities began to relax. While the eldest Reed was still determined to hold his own besides the others, Eli seemed to get conveniently lost less and less.
James occassional and mysterious sour expressions around certain friends began to go away. The man began to allow himself to like them for the things he grudingly acknowledged before, even if he still felt some unease about his comparisons.
Of course by that time perhaps half of their dorm suspected or knew of James' feelings. The other end of things remains to be seen.
He'd feel a great fool afterwards, making greater efforts to make friend of the people he had pitted himself against.
Perhaps he'd even aplogize and confess his reasons some day. Not that he was ever mean or particularly rude.
The man had not been given a favorable set of first impressions for everyone, however. His antics surrounding the spat between Ember and Scatty had made him seem overly loud/boorish in turn.
This self imposed distance was extrapolated by the staff egging on his already present wishes to always be learning and training. James did grow grudging respect (or sometimes more accurately, jealousy) for a select few at least.
During the 6 months, James made his best guesses at how he wanted to train and whether it would actually prove useful (without ACTUALLY knowing future).
It was tricky learning to give your all to fighting with axes and such in an Era with smartphones, as opposed to protestant militias and such.
The Virginian was ironically driven to great effort by the very people he was distancing himself from (plus one very special exception).
The lumberjack had noticed his Georgian dormmate in classes, in the training grounds and such. Even the teachers had to counsel him away from wearing himself out.
He had initially been trying to out-do Blake in EVERYTHING, embarrassing himself by passing out from the mental and physical fatigue during their combat classes a couple of times.
Dest
It had been difficult, deciding where to let his farming counterpart take his wins. He did soon however learn to be tactical with his use of time.
Worse yet, Blake Forbes wasn't alone. There was the VERY noticeable Alistair. It pulled at him because neither of them or ANY of his perceived 'rivals' were noticeably mean...
James wasn't a particularly competitive person. So there was a particular reason for his (mostly) concealed rancor.
Orin
The root of his fixation on perceived inadequacies, was a particularly embarrassing set of sentiments towards his Floridian friend ; Eli. Renelliot Nestler.
It didn't help that he himself had some initial and rather gauling attraction to his 'rivals' , and as such was unable to rest easy on the merits of his own appearance.
Things being so, James battled guilt. Not only were Alistair and Blake more than his physical match, but were exceedingly attractive.
Alistair was also uncannily sweet, infuriating James because he felt very mean by sheer comparison (you had to hate Alistair for how perfect he was, but also couldn't because how in the world can you?).
And so the older teen labored day and night. James transformed his relatively impressive strength and stamina with a hatchet in hand towards combat with an axe in either hand, with a couple of other weapons to a somewhat lesser degree.
It remains to be seen if his efforts to arrange Eli to notice him while chopping wood for hours non stop (for 'battlefield endurance') had been sussed out by anyone other than Scatty and the kids he had wrangled into herding Eli his way.
Some might find it a little suspicious that he had a tendency to be shirtless whenever Eli was way-laid to pass his way, by PURE COINCIDENCE OF COURSE.
After 6 months he could weild an axe singlehandedly without tiring for an unusual amount of time. He managed to be able to swing it about quicker than expected, axes notable for being not quick to make parries/return to ready position.
Ambidextrous weilding combined with his speed plus endurance, one could almost think the top heavy axe he weilded weighed more like a swift sword.
James could weild two at once if he wished and had trained to retrieve them from being stuck in their targets quickly and not tire for an unusual amount of time.
Despite this he knew of 4 other males who had some physical edge over him either in strength (he wondered if he could call himself a lumberjack at times) or stamina.
Alistair even outclassed him in both and the farmer proved his superior in weapons. This wasn't even counting females, namely Ember who probably made fools of the lot in seemingly ALL categories.
Rcticwolf
James made arguably bigger waves in his magic uses, noticably 'cheating' where he couldn't. 'Cheating' as to mean ; finding a dozen plus excuses to rearrange his schedule to be around Eli.
Not to mention the afformentioned plots to steer the other away from everyone else to pass his way 'by coincidence' (especially when he noticed Eli around a perceived 'threat').
Eli having been presumably non-the-wiser, James' wishes had born fruit after a few months on a training mission for 2. Ambiguity remains as to whether Scatty grew tired of watching James maddening himself over his crush and arranged it.
After some tender moments in Italy and much hoped for kissing, James' insecurities began to relax. While the eldest Reed was still determined to hold his own besides the others, Eli seemed to get conveniently lost less and less.
James occassional and mysterious sour expressions around certain friends began to go away. The man began to allow himself to like them for the things he grudingly acknowledged before, even if he still felt some unease about his comparisons.
Of course by that time perhaps half of their dorm suspected or knew of James' feelings. The other end of things remains to be seen.
He'd feel a great fool afterwards, making greater efforts to make friend of the people he had pitted himself against.
Perhaps he'd even aplogize and confess his reasons some day. Not that he was ever mean or particularly rude.
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Loser
The man had relatives and family friends whom he was embarrassed of (but forced to love), on account of their fixation on... European origins.
James' introductions to 'heritage' weren't always coherent. As such he like many others, mostly knew only that his ancestry was European.
Despite this variety and inexactitude, James could not help but enjoy some of the 'tacky' and dated eccentricities (minus the underlying sentiments of exclusion of certain groups).
James did not know for certain what his ties to German lands were, if any. However, he had grown to be fascinated by a voice technique of that region and took it almost as a sign when his German dormmate's familiar turned out to be yodeler.
Megilagor
Niko had mentioned he didn't enjoy doing it himself. As such James was inspired to incorporate yodeling and music in general into his personal magical development.
James had received odd looks from the curious and his instructors were puzzled as to what connections there were to his Alchemy experiments/his frequent trips to civilization.
In truth he was personalizing his magic by mixing Alchemy and his love of vocals/music in a roundabout manner. His trips to civilization were for internet surfing so as to explore music.
The end result being that his fine control with Earth magic would always have great potential and growth. It was very fitting that a man who grew up as a lumberjack in the mountains had a voice that could crack mountains, yodeling was partially just a fitting but coincidental part of things.
It would also seem that it was only the start of things as well. The potion crafted for this ability had permanent effects. Avalanches and weird German singing were blunt if perhaps niche uses for his powers.
Aside from making Whitney Houston proud and doing accurate impressions for laughs, James would later find there were potentially more sneaky and even martial applications for the permanent changes to his voice (the ability had some effect on non earth element items).
More recently, his love of music had advanced to the study of flute playing. In a similar vein as his 'Earth Voice Technique' , James connected his manipulation of sound vibrations to the air waves that fell under his newly awakened secondary element.
An Elder artifact had come to be modified by him and with this flute in his possession, James was truly to become the master of the air element. And by extension sound itself.
His time spent in the mundane world awakened a very male fascination with war. It informed his trajectory of magical study in general. This man was an enigma of contradictions, a yodler and flute player who was also an Edge-lord.
How else could one describe a man who had notebooks and graphs filling up his space with hypothesies on projecting ghostly whispers to enemy armies at a distance?
How else to describe a lumberjack whom weilded an Elder level axe artifact for a weapon? (That axe could create pretty flowers every time he swung it).
An 'enigma' certainly would also play both fairy tale ambience and demonic chants with his his Elder artifact flute.
James' introductions to 'heritage' weren't always coherent. As such he like many others, mostly knew only that his ancestry was European.
Despite this variety and inexactitude, James could not help but enjoy some of the 'tacky' and dated eccentricities (minus the underlying sentiments of exclusion of certain groups).
James did not know for certain what his ties to German lands were, if any. However, he had grown to be fascinated by a voice technique of that region and took it almost as a sign when his German dormmate's familiar turned out to be yodeler.
Megilagor
Niko had mentioned he didn't enjoy doing it himself. As such James was inspired to incorporate yodeling and music in general into his personal magical development.
James had received odd looks from the curious and his instructors were puzzled as to what connections there were to his Alchemy experiments/his frequent trips to civilization.
In truth he was personalizing his magic by mixing Alchemy and his love of vocals/music in a roundabout manner. His trips to civilization were for internet surfing so as to explore music.
The end result being that his fine control with Earth magic would always have great potential and growth. It was very fitting that a man who grew up as a lumberjack in the mountains had a voice that could crack mountains, yodeling was partially just a fitting but coincidental part of things.
It would also seem that it was only the start of things as well. The potion crafted for this ability had permanent effects. Avalanches and weird German singing were blunt if perhaps niche uses for his powers.
Aside from making Whitney Houston proud and doing accurate impressions for laughs, James would later find there were potentially more sneaky and even martial applications for the permanent changes to his voice (the ability had some effect on non earth element items).
More recently, his love of music had advanced to the study of flute playing. In a similar vein as his 'Earth Voice Technique' , James connected his manipulation of sound vibrations to the air waves that fell under his newly awakened secondary element.
An Elder artifact had come to be modified by him and with this flute in his possession, James was truly to become the master of the air element. And by extension sound itself.
His time spent in the mundane world awakened a very male fascination with war. It informed his trajectory of magical study in general. This man was an enigma of contradictions, a yodler and flute player who was also an Edge-lord.
How else could one describe a man who had notebooks and graphs filling up his space with hypothesies on projecting ghostly whispers to enemy armies at a distance?
How else to describe a lumberjack whom weilded an Elder level axe artifact for a weapon? (That axe could create pretty flowers every time he swung it).
An 'enigma' certainly would also play both fairy tale ambience and demonic chants with his his Elder artifact flute.
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Loser
His flute ability ("Forest of sounds") was one he was only just beginning to develop. The Virginian pages and notebooks, graphs and diagrams of ideas he had developed for magical experiments.
With how many ideas he had even merely thought of, it was doubtful one could fully develop all the ideas listed there even after several years. Many of those experiments were related to combat.
It did beg the question of whether one would WANT to develop those powers. James was already a figure that put people on edge. The man wrestled with the idea of being pushed away by others (especially his later boyfriend) on account of his various hypothesies.
Some of the ideas his dark aspect had pondered were weapons of war so horrifying, even the principals would run into a panic.
James did attempt some discretion, but was perhaps not altogether successful (depending on your point of view). He did hope however that Eli would be impressed with the inventiveness of his mind and the imagination/power his magic could bring to bear.
For one of the most early of his developments, James proved himself a prodigy by pushing the boundaries of magic into the realms typically conceived of by humans as something a deity should even attempt.
Despite his initial hesitancy (being raised to be nominally devout in the Christian faith, plus meeting a literal Saint), James elected to create...life.
Things started out innocently enough with the idea for an army of Ent-like creatures (like lord of the rings). But James' ambition quickly got the better of him and he decided to think on the possibility of creating a unique form of life to become a permanent and world altering fixture on the global stage.
The 'Ents' soon led him to know James Cameron's 'Avatar' and the Weirwoods of Game Of Thrones. By the end of the 6 months used for his studies, 'Eywa' was a self healing, semi-intelligent neural network of connected trees that could reproduce and gouge holes into modern military tanks.
James was beginning to play a dangerous game. The only things left to do was allow them to control animals and self evolve before they became a state level threat.
They were already difficult to kill and had sap that smelled/looked like blood. It was difficult to make James' invention any more frightening.
A sentient tree grove always watching you... it was a good thing their sight did NOT enter into the range of miles.
With how many ideas he had even merely thought of, it was doubtful one could fully develop all the ideas listed there even after several years. Many of those experiments were related to combat.
It did beg the question of whether one would WANT to develop those powers. James was already a figure that put people on edge. The man wrestled with the idea of being pushed away by others (especially his later boyfriend) on account of his various hypothesies.
Some of the ideas his dark aspect had pondered were weapons of war so horrifying, even the principals would run into a panic.
James did attempt some discretion, but was perhaps not altogether successful (depending on your point of view). He did hope however that Eli would be impressed with the inventiveness of his mind and the imagination/power his magic could bring to bear.
For one of the most early of his developments, James proved himself a prodigy by pushing the boundaries of magic into the realms typically conceived of by humans as something a deity should even attempt.
Despite his initial hesitancy (being raised to be nominally devout in the Christian faith, plus meeting a literal Saint), James elected to create...life.
Things started out innocently enough with the idea for an army of Ent-like creatures (like lord of the rings). But James' ambition quickly got the better of him and he decided to think on the possibility of creating a unique form of life to become a permanent and world altering fixture on the global stage.
The 'Ents' soon led him to know James Cameron's 'Avatar' and the Weirwoods of Game Of Thrones. By the end of the 6 months used for his studies, 'Eywa' was a self healing, semi-intelligent neural network of connected trees that could reproduce and gouge holes into modern military tanks.
James was beginning to play a dangerous game. The only things left to do was allow them to control animals and self evolve before they became a state level threat.
They were already difficult to kill and had sap that smelled/looked like blood. It was difficult to make James' invention any more frightening.
A sentient tree grove always watching you... it was a good thing their sight did NOT enter into the range of miles.
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Loser
Someone might say James was basically a cosplay of the Brawny paper towel guy. Given that he literally wore red flannel and was essentially a moutain man... they'd be 100% correct.
But he was more than that. James Reed was an Alchemist, not just a 'simple' log chopping hatchet weilder.
The government of San Francisco would be exceedingly alarmed to know that the older teen had developed a cache of chemical weapon grenades large enough to wreck an entire city's population.
Beyond the unremarkable container fragments, these horrifying weapons have intact magical plant thorns that imbed a signature gruesome acid mixture into the body just to complicate enemy medical treatment.
Beyond other acid bomb hallmarks such as dissolving matter, the touch of these inhumane weapons itch with impossible intensity and duration even after evacuation.
Poison Ivy would be an inadequate comparison to the horror of these weapons. What are possibly the worst weapons known to man are aptly named 'Ever-hell explosives' on account of their enduring effects and infliction of suffering.
The man's time in mountain forests did not inspire the things of nightmares alone however. The teen developed an medical alchemy mixture, naming them 'Amber medicines' in honor of the pretty substance which it resembles in color.
The tree sap mixture has a crude semi-intelligence that provides a moderate diagnostics function. This substance has various functions and acts as a catch all first aid kit, able to stitch wounds closed.
Whether James resembles an older Bran Stark is ambiguous. The teen surprises his peers with his intellect more and more as time passes.
Along with his flute ability, another of his new developings is simply known as 'Scrying' and seems to liken him to the afformentioned character even further.
The iconic bowl of water allows him to see through the eyes of birds, among other animals and control them.
When paired with his sentient tree groves, the ability to see through the eyes of birds alone bodes for favorable tidings in his future.
But he was more than that. James Reed was an Alchemist, not just a 'simple' log chopping hatchet weilder.
The government of San Francisco would be exceedingly alarmed to know that the older teen had developed a cache of chemical weapon grenades large enough to wreck an entire city's population.
Beyond the unremarkable container fragments, these horrifying weapons have intact magical plant thorns that imbed a signature gruesome acid mixture into the body just to complicate enemy medical treatment.
Beyond other acid bomb hallmarks such as dissolving matter, the touch of these inhumane weapons itch with impossible intensity and duration even after evacuation.
Poison Ivy would be an inadequate comparison to the horror of these weapons. What are possibly the worst weapons known to man are aptly named 'Ever-hell explosives' on account of their enduring effects and infliction of suffering.
The man's time in mountain forests did not inspire the things of nightmares alone however. The teen developed an medical alchemy mixture, naming them 'Amber medicines' in honor of the pretty substance which it resembles in color.
The tree sap mixture has a crude semi-intelligence that provides a moderate diagnostics function. This substance has various functions and acts as a catch all first aid kit, able to stitch wounds closed.
Whether James resembles an older Bran Stark is ambiguous. The teen surprises his peers with his intellect more and more as time passes.
Along with his flute ability, another of his new developings is simply known as 'Scrying' and seems to liken him to the afformentioned character even further.
The iconic bowl of water allows him to see through the eyes of birds, among other animals and control them.
When paired with his sentient tree groves, the ability to see through the eyes of birds alone bodes for favorable tidings in his future.
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Loser
POST 6TH MONTH TIME SKIP
SO-MUCH-LEARNING. Much of it did seem to pay off though. What was previously a mere 1 and a half ft. long 'ribbon' of scales was a baby no longer.
Harry was now more like a 2 and a half ft. long bulging mass of scales with a surprisingly far leap and a poisoned bite.
The Appalachian had found amusement in breaking in his dorm room of squishing bouncey mushrooms.
Watching Harrold jumping from moss dresser to glowing fungal caps and falling asleep to a starry night (which was really a ceiling of glowing lichen) had been a happy pleasure of his.
If he were greedy and changed one thing it would be that he would wish to arrange more occasions distract his dormmates so that Eli could sneak into his dorm more often.
Snuggles with Eli under thick piles of covers was nice and all, but Eli had a certain fondness for the cold that magically unique only to him and Yorrick.
Eli had taken great pains to accommodate for his boyfriend's occasional sleep overs *(keep your guys' minds out of the gutter)*, including special slippers and magical pajamas.
But it was a slight hassle and still ultimately a work in progress. James personally thought his room was much more nice and cozy.
He thought it much more romantic and preferred staring up at magical looking glowing spots of color together while they fell asleep.
James still wasn't sure whether to broach the topic about whether Eli had sated his curiosity about the various papers in his dorm room (which James had asked him to please ignore and not look at).
Orin
The Virginian didn't know how much Eli knew about all his magical studies and developments, nor how he'd take all of it.
He wouldn't be the one to bring the subject up however, choosing to assume Eli had kept his promise to not peek and was fine with not knowing.
If Eli DID know some stuff, James prayed Eli knew that in a way it was actually for him that he did all these things and why he pushed himself so far.
SO-MUCH-LEARNING. Much of it did seem to pay off though. What was previously a mere 1 and a half ft. long 'ribbon' of scales was a baby no longer.
Harry was now more like a 2 and a half ft. long bulging mass of scales with a surprisingly far leap and a poisoned bite.
The Appalachian had found amusement in breaking in his dorm room of squishing bouncey mushrooms.
Watching Harrold jumping from moss dresser to glowing fungal caps and falling asleep to a starry night (which was really a ceiling of glowing lichen) had been a happy pleasure of his.
If he were greedy and changed one thing it would be that he would wish to arrange more occasions distract his dormmates so that Eli could sneak into his dorm more often.
Snuggles with Eli under thick piles of covers was nice and all, but Eli had a certain fondness for the cold that magically unique only to him and Yorrick.
Eli had taken great pains to accommodate for his boyfriend's occasional sleep overs *(keep your guys' minds out of the gutter)*, including special slippers and magical pajamas.
But it was a slight hassle and still ultimately a work in progress. James personally thought his room was much more nice and cozy.
He thought it much more romantic and preferred staring up at magical looking glowing spots of color together while they fell asleep.
James still wasn't sure whether to broach the topic about whether Eli had sated his curiosity about the various papers in his dorm room (which James had asked him to please ignore and not look at).
Orin
The Virginian didn't know how much Eli knew about all his magical studies and developments, nor how he'd take all of it.
He wouldn't be the one to bring the subject up however, choosing to assume Eli had kept his promise to not peek and was fine with not knowing.
If Eli DID know some stuff, James prayed Eli knew that in a way it was actually for him that he did all these things and why he pushed himself so far.
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Loser
After 6 months, Sulfur smell...
The teen was glaring all about looking for the sleazebag who had the audacity to pass gas so brazenly near him like that.
James did not know what he would do if and when he found the bugger responsible. The man was unusually angry about it for more reasons than he knew as of yet.
The man scowled at the silent alarmed look of the nearest person trying to communicate that it wasn't them and that they smelled it too.
James would later wish to apologize for not believing them at first and giving them a fright. The man couldn't for the life of him pinpoint the source of the offending nasal assault.
"Students, head to the great hall, NOW!" Was what he heard Scatty call out.
James took less umbrage to this than would normally be expected. Deep down he knew that something wasn't normal.
And so James chose to make no protests this time around headed to the great hall.
James did however make a quick look around however, before he departed. Eli. He couldn't hear everything.
The man did manage to barely catch the word 'eggs' however, a sense of dread and suspicion beginning to creep up on him.
James saw that Eli was leaving and decided to make an exit buddy of himself to Eli, sticking close to him.
Old habits died hard and James was still unwilling to risk anybody save for himself to be Eli's hero in case the crowds began to panic.
*Yeah, maybe I'm stupid for still seeing Alistair as a threat. But nice guy or no there's still no way I'm letting him shield Eli's body with his enormous rugby chest*
The man raised his bows and quivered his lips as he saw Eli rail against the head staff now. Had the boy always been this assertive?
*Dr. Dee... history... rotten egg sulfur smell.... puzzles coming together now*
The man did not like this. Listening to the exchange, the mountain man's nagging feelings were vindicated. They had been hiding something from them all alright.
James felt proud of his 'sweetiepie' for standing up for them all (though Eli would say that the pet name was a bit corny).
And his admiration was increased as he witnessed Eli call out to the assembly, seeing him rally the 'troops' like he was born for it.
The lumberjack stared with slight 'heart eyes' at the master of water magic even as he the crowd tried to push its way past him.
The man weathered their push with his sturdy stance and very quickly did something he seldom did.
The man caught Eli before he could leave and gave him a big kiss and embrace (which likely caught the other by surprise since he had been hurriedly leaving).
He might apologize later if he was asked to but he normally restrained himself out of discretion and NOT out of shame.
The man also reasoned that everybody was too focused on their rushing out to pay his PDA any attention.
"I'm proud of you babe" James said before releasing him and heading to make his own preparations (and thereby avoiding Eli's protests).
And so James jogged about, wondering if he should have actually given more of himself to combat classes.
His eyes scanned and his mind whirred when he reached the armory, soon electing to place on a segmented padded gambeson suit and what some might call a suit of 'banded mail' over it.
James strapped on the set of holsters, harnesses and packs who's point had previously doubted. He armed himself with two machete-like short blades.
From there he went to his laboratory and weighed himself down with 12 of a variety of his potions and such, having some Earth-voice mixture as he equipped them.
For the final touch James would go to his room to equip his two Elder artifacts.
The teen was glaring all about looking for the sleazebag who had the audacity to pass gas so brazenly near him like that.
James did not know what he would do if and when he found the bugger responsible. The man was unusually angry about it for more reasons than he knew as of yet.
The man scowled at the silent alarmed look of the nearest person trying to communicate that it wasn't them and that they smelled it too.
James would later wish to apologize for not believing them at first and giving them a fright. The man couldn't for the life of him pinpoint the source of the offending nasal assault.
"Students, head to the great hall, NOW!" Was what he heard Scatty call out.
James took less umbrage to this than would normally be expected. Deep down he knew that something wasn't normal.
And so James chose to make no protests this time around headed to the great hall.
James did however make a quick look around however, before he departed. Eli. He couldn't hear everything.
The man did manage to barely catch the word 'eggs' however, a sense of dread and suspicion beginning to creep up on him.
James saw that Eli was leaving and decided to make an exit buddy of himself to Eli, sticking close to him.
Old habits died hard and James was still unwilling to risk anybody save for himself to be Eli's hero in case the crowds began to panic.
*Yeah, maybe I'm stupid for still seeing Alistair as a threat. But nice guy or no there's still no way I'm letting him shield Eli's body with his enormous rugby chest*
The man raised his bows and quivered his lips as he saw Eli rail against the head staff now. Had the boy always been this assertive?
*Dr. Dee... history... rotten egg sulfur smell.... puzzles coming together now*
The man did not like this. Listening to the exchange, the mountain man's nagging feelings were vindicated. They had been hiding something from them all alright.
James felt proud of his 'sweetiepie' for standing up for them all (though Eli would say that the pet name was a bit corny).
And his admiration was increased as he witnessed Eli call out to the assembly, seeing him rally the 'troops' like he was born for it.
The lumberjack stared with slight 'heart eyes' at the master of water magic even as he the crowd tried to push its way past him.
The man weathered their push with his sturdy stance and very quickly did something he seldom did.
The man caught Eli before he could leave and gave him a big kiss and embrace (which likely caught the other by surprise since he had been hurriedly leaving).
He might apologize later if he was asked to but he normally restrained himself out of discretion and NOT out of shame.
The man also reasoned that everybody was too focused on their rushing out to pay his PDA any attention.
"I'm proud of you babe" James said before releasing him and heading to make his own preparations (and thereby avoiding Eli's protests).
And so James jogged about, wondering if he should have actually given more of himself to combat classes.
His eyes scanned and his mind whirred when he reached the armory, soon electing to place on a segmented padded gambeson suit and what some might call a suit of 'banded mail' over it.
James strapped on the set of holsters, harnesses and packs who's point had previously doubted. He armed himself with two machete-like short blades.
From there he went to his laboratory and weighed himself down with 12 of a variety of his potions and such, having some Earth-voice mixture as he equipped them.
For the final touch James would go to his room to equip his two Elder artifacts.
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