Fantasy [IC] Corvallis Academy

[Neo Alice]

Spoiled Bread Peckinou JuniperBoi Lord_Boreas ave goin insane Mayali Ghostiiys Guppy Franz ScatheAriiasqDrayceon Tapfic Gaius Danius Griinia pixi.stix CanaryCry kevin


After The Abjurers made you take the choice that would define the rest of your life you were forced to make your bags, purely clothes and essentials, and say your goodbyes, if any. You were taken to a safe location: an abandoned building, at least that's how it used to look to you before but now it looks well cared for and fully inhabited by pointy eared folk.

The Witches from the building are welcoming yet a bit wary of your presence, you're not so sure why but it might be because of your conduit moment's notoriety or simply because they aren't used to receiving Wild Borns. Either way, they don't touch the subject nor do The Abjurers.

You are given new clothes to wear, specifically, the "uniform" from Corvallis Academy: A black cloak with rainbow colored edges and a golden Chameleon clasp, a black belt with rainbow colored edges and a golden Chameleon buckle. They explain that the academy allows you to wear whatever clothes you prefer but mandates you to wear all of your house's accessories.

While you're trying on the cloak and the belt they take away your bags and whatever technological devices you carry on your person. "Human technology isn't allowed in the academy" they say, "you'll be there to study witchcraft and so you'll be given Magitek on arrival if needed". It's not like you can fight with them, so you kiss your electronics goodbye and proceed to be taken to the rooftop.

Whatever depression or anxiety you had from being depraved from your phone vanishes when you look up in the sky, a marvelous whale looking flying ship flaps it's wings towards you.

Spoiler: The Ship

One of The Abjurers is kind enough to explain what you're seeing. "It's a Storm Rider, kid. Although they are made with Earth Magic they are fueled by Sky Magic." They laugh a bit. "Yeah, usually you can't get an Earth Witch and a Sky Witch to work together but when they do... Damn, creative as hell." The ship doesn't land, instead it just hovers next to the rooftop, you don't get a lot of time to wonder how you're getting in since you hear electric sizzling and then a bridge forms from the ship towards the building.

Once the bridge is secured you are forced to cross it alone, The Abjurers have other things to do besides babysitting you. As the ship elevates towards the clouds you are taken to a room below deck where you see other teens wearing the same cloaks and belts than you do.

Spoiler: Mandatory Post Template

Name and Last Name

Location: (Just the title, right now you would be in "Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room" BUT this will obviously change sooner rather than later)

Interactions: (Tag whoever your character interacts with, this is done with the @ + username)

Mentions: (If you do not speak or otherwise physically interact with someone BUT you do specifically write their name on your post please tag the user so they may know it)

Notable Events: (If you do something that affects everyone, like breaking a chair, poisoning the water reservoir or maybe just shouting very loud. Add it here so it doesn't go unnoticed)

Notable Physical Features: (Resumed features your character gained after their conduit moment: different eye/skin color, pointy ears, etc.)

+And then you can add your actual roleplaying here.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Ariiasqthylinh Au Drayceon
Location: Storm Rider Passenger Bay
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: Aside from what's been established in the starter, Arii has sighed below-deck.

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Arii's skin crawled in the way it always did when something didn't sit quite right. The way it did when their tank's psi was too low, and the way it did when they were about to choose the wrong answer on a test. It tugged at their spine and the hairs on the back of their neck, numbing the tips of their fingers as if they'd been injected with benzocaine. Things were happening too fast.

Too fast. Too sudden. Too unprepared.

Arii bit the inside of their lip until they could taste copper, their mask of blank indifference unaffected by the crimson dripping lazily onto their tongue.

Something in them hurt—not because of the new dent in their lip—something that curled and coiled around their ribs, chasing their heart as it staggered its way through trying to restore balance to their unstable body. It was as if Arii's own struggling in trying to stay their course had cracked bones or bloodied fingertips.

Yet they knew that neither of those things had happened.

A breath hissed from between newly-pointed teeth, steady and slow, yet to Arii, it felt all too much like fire was trying to boil their insides like that of a mountain. Their eyes narrowed minutely, orange iris just as tense as the rest of their body and making it infuriating to even think about seeing without the blurriness that seemed to only have one place where things took on any kind of clarity.

Jet had told them glasses couldn't help after patting them apologetically on the head as if it was all his fault.

A different part of them kind of wanted it to be his fault. Not some... random combination of traits that cursed them with power they neither needed, nor particularly wanted. Another part of them—the sensible part—reminded them that Jet "Guilt-Complex" Kaedos would rather run himself through than do such a thing, so even if it was possible, he didn't do it.

Their attention was directed to one of the—frankly, suspicious-looking—personnel that they'd vaguely noticed passing out items, and dryly accepted what they gave.

The buckle was ugly, but they set the belt below their jacket. Out of—mostly spite—they zipped up their jacket just enough to cover the belt and tucked the clasp of the cloak under their collar.

Then the same person asked if they have any electronics. As Arii had their hands in their pockets, their fingers firmly wrapped around their phone, earbuds wrapped around their neck and tied at the split, they could hardly just... grab them without room for... lawsuits.

They blinked slowly and very seriously considered saying "no." They were under no delusion that they'd get away with it, but the temptation was still there, as if it would make them feel better to deny these people something they wanted.

The same people who'd denied them any chance of having a life.

One of their ears flicked so quickly that Arii briefly wondered if it was going to be sore, but they answered. "Yes, why?"

"No human technology allowed on campus grounds."

Another derisive flick of the ear. Human. As if they'd abruptly turned into a thing. They had to bite down a snide remark about witches being human just as much as Joe down at Starbucks, as it's very clear that humans and witches can have crotch gremlins just as well as the rest of them—

Arii broke the thought with a sharp exhale. "And why not?"

Maybe if they frustrated them enough they'd make a grab for them and Arii could flee with cries of assault and feeling in danger. It'd hack their reputation to pieces, but they could go home and debate their college options as normal.

"You're learning magic."

"What part of technology interferes with learning? I take notes on my phone. Are you trying to cut off communication with family and friends? Doesn't that have a detrimental effect on—"

"Just hand it over."

Arii's eyes narrowed, pupils widening from that maddening blurriness enough for them to focus—well and truly focus on the suspicious-person's face. Hesitation locked their hands in place, their shoulders squared.

But Arii had never been one to disappoint their parents... and they'd surely have to go to a magic school anyway—magic and anxiety didn't seem to work well together. With jagged, jerking motions, they produced their phone and untied their earbuds.

They didn't offer them up, though, instead de-casing the phone, and—quite spitefully—shucking it open. One quick movement, and they stashed the SIM card in their jacket pocket and freely handed over their electronics, head inclined just slightly.

Immediately, they were shot a cool glare and shooed off to this... grotesque-looking sky-whale-thing. They didn't ask about it, but a different suspicious-looking person explained the thing. Arii—though chiding themself—mentally questioned why the oh-so-powerful Earth (and sky) witches that could apparently make a giant floating aquatic mammal couldn't just make—say—a big bird—or a pterosaur, for skies' sake if they didn't like working with the witches of other houses.

Arii wrinkled their nose. It really was ugly.

But they didn't say anything, having far more a sense of self-preservation than to insult two entire houses of witches.

The bridge appeared, and after checking it a few times (including debating if they could take off the cloak and throw it to see if the bridge was safe), they crossed with quick, light footsteps. Pushing their luck seemed like a bad idea after what they'd already decided to do.

Their shoes hit wood, and they scowled at the offending material.

They would have stayed abovedeck, but they decided—with no small sense of irritation—that they needed to find a place to stow their SIM card... and maybe check to make sure their laptop hadn't been thrown into whatever hole the bastards were putting their electronics in.

They slunk below deck with the general demeanor of an irate weasel, moving in an odd manner befitting someone who looked far stranger than Arii did. There was nothing... explicitly wrong, but it didn't quite look right, anyway.

They didn't even spare a glance to those below, instead deciding to look around the ship (such that this thing could be called a ship). Where were cargo bays usually located on ships? Damn their memory—no, damn those idiots taking their phone. It'd be so easy to look something like that up.

Both of their ears flattened with their chest-rattling sigh.

 

[Guppy Franz]

Ryan Teller​

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room

Interactions: N/A

Mentions: N/A

Notable Events: Groaning from irritation and boredom before flopping onto his rear and sitting in silence.

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Standing in the center of the room in silence with his hands buried in his pockets Ryan wore a small frown as he kept his eyes closed in thought, his mind racing after the last few minutes upon boarding this ship. He knew coming here would introduce him to new odd things, but he still couldn't shake the astonishment he felt when he laid eyes on the giant floating wooden whale with wings descending from the skies. The strangers with pointed ears had thrown him off too in the beginning, but he was expecting to be traveling on a bus or a boat, hell, even an actual plane, but a flying whale!? He didn't know how to feel at the moment, but there was no ignoring the thumping in his chest as he waited silently. Be it anxiety or excitement, Ryan simply did his best not to explode from the sensation. Rolling his shoulders with a long sigh he finally opened his eyes and held up his arm, his gaze hardening as he let his eyes drift along the markings lining his arms and bawling his hand into a fist.

Ryan's jaw clenched as a brief glow slithered up the markings on his skin before suddenly fading away, returning to their usual shade of green and silver. A shiver ran up his spine as the familiar tingling filled his arm and rubbed his hand along his skin to ease his nerves while doing his best to hide his unease. Of course, this would result in his usual unfriendly expression covering his face as he lowered his arm and buried his hands back into his pockets with a groan. There was nothing to keep his mind occupied and finding himself sinking back into his thoughts only made him more impatient. Slowly he fiddled with the clasp of his cape, pursing his lips in annoyance as he tried to make it more comfortable to wear.

In the end, he just draped the cape over one shoulder and let it hang loosely without much care to wear it properly. The same amount of effort into the belt given to him was obvious as it hung lopsided on his hip, deciding it was more comfortable that way than letting the golden buckle dig into his stomach. The rest of his attire that he had arrived with was a baggy pair of dark green cargo pants and a tight-fitting black T-shirt hugging his body, showing off his well-built features. He had debated on whether or not he should have worn something more formal, but he had quickly remembered he had no such clothing. The former delinquent couldn't see the use of nicer clothing since most of his clothes would end up torn or dirtied sooner or later. Besides, he wanted to leave home as fast as possible, so he just threw whatever looked good enough into his bag. His frown grew heavier as he thought of home and the family he left behind without so much as a goodbye. For a moment he wondered what they were thinking and sucked in a strained breath before shaking away the thought.

Another groan escaped Ryan as he wrapped his hands around the back of his head and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. "What kind of ride is this? I mean it's a cool freaking whale ship and all, I guess, but the least they could do was offer something to drink or eat," he mused aloud before flinging his hands up with a shrug. "But no, they shove us down here like cargo and take our stuff," he grumbled to no one in particular. Ryan had never been too glued to his phone or anything with a screen, but even now he couldn't help but grow irritated with not having the convenience of surfing the web to take his mind off the growing feeling in his chest and the slight tinging across his arms. With a defeated sigh he placed his hands back into his pockets and kept his gaze up at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes, doing his best not to think of anything and calm his nerves. Everything that has been thrown at him so far has been more than heavy to deal with, but Ryan couldn't ignore it all. Not after what happened that day. Not after what happened to his brother.

With a slow breath, he finally decided he had enough of standing and fell onto his rear with a "Hup!". Crossing both his legs and arms before closing his eyes with a frown Ryan sat in silence and did his best to ignore the tingling in his arms. If he was going to stew away in his mind, he figured he might as well get comfortable for the inevitable frustration and irritation that would soon wash over him. He may have looked a bit odd sitting in the center of the room, but it was either this or finding something to punch. Ryan figured no one would appreciate the latter.

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Korrnelius MountCastle
Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck
Interactions: open
Mentions: None
Notable Events: having a panic attack, his powers are beginning to surface because he has no control.​

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Everything happened so fast, he had been in his room when the abjurers came trying to get the ice to melt from his walls. Now he was staring up at some weird flying earth whale and his head was starting to spin violently as he grasped at the black cloak hanging loosely on his shoulders. Almost on autopilot, he handed over his phone and tablet before ascending to the ship but as he climbed higher, his pulse started to race violently and he practically ran onto the whale out of fear of falling from the weird bridge. He stumbled down into the bowels of the whale and entered the room the abjurers told him to go to and entered the room trying to fight the feeling of throwing up.

he stumbled to the far corner of the room, ignoring the boy sitting the middle of the floor, and pressed himself against the wall as he attempted to stop the room from spinning while the wall behind him slowly became encased by a thin layer of ice. Korri turned to look at the wall in horror before falling to the floor in an attempt to focus his breathing like his father had been teaching him.

“In..2,3,4” he breathed in deeply through his nose before releasing the breath through his mouth

“out..2,3,4” Another panic attack. They started soon after his conduit moment and now he has times where it will randomly flare up, causing his new found powers to act awry.

Once his breathing was under control and the room stopped spinning he slowly stood up and looked at the wall behind him, frowning in disappointment. A thin layer of ice now caked the wall and Korri had no idea how to control his powers let alone remove the ice that he had accidentally unleaded onto the wall. The boy hung his head in shame and finally looked at the clothing he had received from the supposed witches. He had went from his standard t-shirt and jeans to now wearing a button up shirt, vest with a tie and the slightly oversized cloak. He looked at the belt clasp and sighed “is that a chameleon?” He asked aloud scrunching his face in distaste.

Deciding that he had no interest in exploring the weird flying whale, he found a chair and sat in the back of the room but grimaced when he realized the floor was more comfortable than the hard wooden chair which looked to be made of actual tree branches and vines “whoever thought of this concept needs to be skinned” he muttered while attempting to get some type of comfort from the chair while still breathing deeply to actively control his overactive nerves.

 

[pixi.stix]

Severin Daylede
Location: Storm Rider
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: Nothing really
Notable Physical Features: Simple, fitting leather gloves and silver fighting the brown in their eyes (Like trying to take over, but it's not working in a way if that makes sense)

Sev's hands were shaking, they always did when they got nervous or scared. This was completely new to them, and they had no way of knowing if this was a lie or not. What if these.. people were not friendly and indeed intended to hurt them? They followed only a step behind the strange Abjurers who abruptly swept them away. Their parents weren't even home, but they left a short note while packing. Though it was not surprising. Hopefully, their parents wouldn't send out a missing person report like last time. Their jaws were tense and shut the entire time, and once the small group reached the destination they averted all gazes. It was painstakingly obvious to Severin that the witches there were wary and giving second glances. They became much more aware of the stares and people around them since the Conduit Moment. It wasn't usual to see Sev like this, but it was all so new and sudden, not to mention confusing.

Being handed the accessories, they thought it was okay. Rainbow wasn't exactly what they'd wear on the daily, but at least it wasn't grotesque. Throwing the cloak on, they loosely hung the belt over their waist as there was nothing to put it on, at least to not trade their other belt for it. They were not prepared for the visit, therefore not in clothing they would have rather been in. They wore a pair of worn blue converse, a pair of loose ripped jeans, and a rather large rusty red shirt. To add, under it was a long sleeve, fitting black shirt, a checkered belt they threw on, and a black beanie they had to hide their very messy hair. Nervously tugging at their beanie, they looked to the Abjurer who was beginning to say something.

Upon asking to give up their tech, the brunette gripped their gloved hands together. They felt a certain urge to not give it up, but who were they to say no? It would result in something worse surely. So forking over their technology, and being escorted up to the roof they were beginning to feel weak and shaky in their legs. But Sev forgot every ounce of nervousness once setting eyes upon the wooden whale. To them, it was wonderful. A magnificent beast.

As it slowly floated towards the roof, their jaw loosened and their eyes felt widen with wonderment. With no time to actually stand and stare at it, wondering what it is, they walked aboard. It was certainly unexpected to see a tree-like whale with a raging storm above it, but very exciting by their terms. They couldn't help but look over the edge at the ground. It was already a very steep drop. Severin couldn't help but forget every nervous feeling they had, the shake still there but nevertheless more excited. As the whale rose past the clouds, they wanted to stay there. But they didn't fight being escorted to a below-deck area. They were not in the right clothing to even attempt to stay above.

Seeing the others with the same cloak and belt, they assumed these were the others they'd be spending the most time with. Yet, instead of introducing themselves, they decided it'd probably just be best to wait. With a nervous wave and a slight smile, they didn't look to anyone as they found somewhere to sit, everything finally sunk in. They've just been taken from their home, willingly, and put on a flying wooden whale to go to an academy where undoubtedly more prepared witches await them. Not to mention the people with Sev, a few seemed not too pleased to be here. Which it could be assumed most of them didn't really want this to be here right now anyways. It all happened so soon as well. Not a moment to think until now.

 

[CanaryCry]

Sonia Lockheart

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Decks
Interactions: Speaking to Lord_Boreas
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: Nothing too noticeable, beyond trying to talk to someone
Notable Physical Features: Eyes turned bright blue

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Everything was happening so fast. First the fire, then the Abjurers, then leaving home. She hadn’t had much time. Her mother had cried. She had cried. But no matter what she was leaving behind, wasn’t there so much waiting ahead of her now as well? She would come back one day, she was certain, and she thought she could at least write letters. Once she learned, she’d debated with her parents, she would be able to do so much more to help people, wouldn’t she? So her mother had helped her pack a bag with essentials, a few simple keepsakes, a photo album she hoped no one would take away, and she'd drafted a quick, heartfelt letter to be given to her closest friends because she didn’t have time to see them all individually. That was the part she hated: saying goodbye, and being unable to say goodbye.

And, suddenly, she found herself standing in the presence of a giant, wooden whale with a big, blue container on top, something like lightning dancing inside it. It took her breath away, her awe enough to have her leaning precariously over the edge of the bridge to try and see it all better before she was ushered the rest of the way across to the top deck. It was like a pirate ship, but one out of a fairytale. Was everything going to be like that, where she was headed? She supposed there was nothing left for it but to go and find out.

Once inside, dressed in a new cloak with a belt hanging loosely around her hips, the nerves that had been building slowly in her chest since she’d arrived began to curl tighter and tighter, the lack of windows suffocating. She was excited, of course, and yet still nervous about what might happen, sad about leaving her family and friends, scared of what awaited her in her new life. It was a bright silver lining that she wasn’t alone, but it didn’t fill her with a great deal of confidence to find her fellow Wildborns acting as distraught as she’d started to feel herself.

Sonia curled her fingers tight into the edges of her new cloak, holding it around her like a blanket, and closed her eyes to take a few slow, deep breaths. She was here, this was happening, and she had to make the best of it. Be afraid, then do it anyway. When she opened her eyes once more, she gave herself a nod and turned to angle towards the person who, so far, seemed to need the most help.

She walked slowly, looking around at the others similarly caught up in a new, terrifying life, taking it all in and trying to remember their faces. Her eyes roamed over the ice on the wall last, following it’s crawling path and then drifting over to where the person who’d caused it had taken a seat, somewhat removed from the others. There she stopped, a good six or seven feet away from the boy.

When he looked at her, she gave him a small, nervous but sincere smile. "Would it be okay if I sat and practiced breathing with you?" She asked with a faint note of humor, voice soft and uncertain despite her determination and holding anxiously to the edges of her cloak still. "I could use some company, if you feel like having any. . . It's actually really pretty," she added, glancing back at where the ice was sure to start thawing soon with a small smile still on her face. "The fractals. God knows this place could use some decoration."

She really did want the company, but mostly thought that he could use it too. If he said no, there was no harm done. She would let him have his personal space and find somewhere else to try and be calm.

 

[BlueHibiscus]

Vienna Clement

Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck Room

Interactions: none

Mentions: none

Notable Events: none

Notable Physical Features: Pointed ears, bright green eyes


Vienna had hardly been given any time to pack her bags. She didn’t own a suitcase, so she resorted to using a duffel bag that she’d found in the bottom of her closet. She didn’t have much to pack anyway—just clothes and essentials, the Abjurers had told her. Her goodbyes were more awkward than anything else. Although her relationship with her brother wasn’t as strained as it was with her father, things had still changed between them, which didn’t surprise her. Most people would look at someone differently after they had almost set their father on fire. As much as she hated leaving home without resolving the situation, she was also glad to escape the tension.

The cloak and belt that Vienna was given didn’t really match her typical casual style, but she didn’t have a choice but to wear them. They actually looked alright, but they were definitely less comfortable than her usual clothes. At least the cloak would be warm—but maybe that was a downside. She had no idea what the weather would be like at the academy. She didn’t know what anything would be like, really. Including the building she had just arrived at, where she had been surprised (and a little intimidated) to see so many witches. She knew that they existed, of course, but she had never seen more than one or two in the same place. They had always made her a little nervous, but she was one of them now. She couldn’t fear magic if she was going to be using it for the rest of her life.

Vienna suddenly realized the significance of what she was doing. She would never be able to go back to her old life. The events since the fire had felt unreal until now, but the reality of the situation was suddenly suffocating. It didn’t help when the Abjurers took her phone. There went what would possibly be her only source of entertainment on the trip to the academy, as well as her only way of communicating with her family and friends back home. Her only connection to them. Maybe it was a good thing that she wouldn’t know whether they wanted to talk to her or not. Luckily no one besides her family knew about the fire, but she had spent the last few years slowly drifting away from her friends, and she was afraid that some of them might not even notice she was gone. Vienna tried to find a bright side to losing her connection to her old life. Now she could fully focus on learning magic rather than dwelling on the past, at least during the time she was at the academy. She definitely needed to learn to control this unfamiliar power; otherwise she would spend the rest of her life in constant fear that she would spontaneously combust.

The ship drifting towards the rooftop was mesmerizing. It was unlike anything Vienna had seen before, and somehow that was more overwhelming than the crowd of witches inside the building. This was the type of thing she would see every day in her new life, the type of thing most witches would be used to seeing by now. At least Vienna would be with other Wild Borns who were new to this world, so she would fit in somewhat. She doubted the others had attacked their families, though. Maybe she would keep her conduit moment private for now.

As she crossed the bridge, Vienna couldn’t take her eyes off the Storm Rider. She was a little disappointed by the room that she was led to, as it was much less glamorous than the ship’s exterior. There were a few others in the room, all of them wearing the same cloak and belt as Vienna. She avoided eye contact with any of them, not yet ready for a conversation. She did wonder, though, why one wall was covered in ice. It didn’t seem to be an intentional design, but Vienna didn’t really want to disturb the quiet by asking what had happened. She chose to sit silently by the wall farthest from the others and collect her thoughts. Eventually she would have to talk to them; they would be sharing a dorm with her for the next year. But for now, she needed some time to think.

 

[Tapfic]

Rumi Komori
Notable Features
Red eyes, sharp teeth, and hair down to their ass.
Location
Storm Rider, Below deck
Interactions
pixi.stix
Mentions
N/A
Notable Events
Rumi gave a greeting to the room, before setting her things down by Severin

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Red eyes stared down at the cloak and belt in her hands for a long moment, before narrowing in distaste.
" ...Has your magic school ever considered finding a person with eyes to deign these? " With a dramatic groan, she draped the cloak around herself, hiking up the back with her belt, and letting the front drape open and off of her shoulders. Despite her best efforts to style the thing- the gaudy rainbow trim paired with the drab black sheet of a cloak, and dinky little chameleon charms were honestly more upsetting than having to relinquish her phone.
Then again, Rumi wasn't stupid. Obviously normal tech wasn't allowed if there was fuck all about magic online.
So when the Abjurer asked for any technology she might be carrying ,the teen happily readied the burner she had prepared; if that was something one could call the pastel pink "baby's first phone" that only played nursery rhymes according to what number was dialed. Truly a thoughtful gift to whatever members of their magic club kept all the technology they received.

Instead of any possibly useful technology to be "confiscated", Rumi opted only to pack the bare necessities. Necessities that included two full suitcases of every item of clothing she ever cared for (vacuum sealed to compress ), silk pillow and bed sheets, water bottle, a duffel bag of skin and hair care products, and every penny she had ever earned working her summer/after school jobs. It was a quick trip regardless of her definition of "essentials" , she had already had everything packed since last fall.

Ther really were essentials anyways- she would save so much money bringing all of her things instead of buying new ones at whatever campus they dropped her off at; who even knew what the conversion rates of USD to Magic Bastard Currency would take out of her pocket?
Truly, this was the best way to go.

And then Rumi Komori looked up, and her heart sank like a ball and chain in a murkey river.

" W-what is that? "

The abjurer's explanation helped. Somewhat.
At least it wasn't an actual animal. As far as she could tell.
Though the fact it seemed to have eyes and a mouth still unsettled her greatly.

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Traversing the electric bridge certainly would have been easier had she packed more scarcely, or had stronger arms- but oh well. She had crossed the thing and that was really all there was to worry about.

Other than the horribly animal-shaped ship she would be flying on.
But other than that, really- nothing left to worry about!

When Rumi and her luggage reached the downstairs room they evidently kept the other students in, she was met with the sudden yet sweet smell of teenage anxiety. It wasn't actually sweet, obviously. More so sweaty and pathetic- just like high school. How comforting!

" Hi Hi~ " Rumi offered the general greeting to the room, before turning a scarlet gaze and toothy grin to the other occupants; looking each one up and down once before deciding who to set her little nest by.

One was sitting in the center of the room, looking a bit like a grumpy egg. It was funny, but possibly not the type of person to possibly annoy with conversation in a confined space.

Two already talking, yeah- no thank you. 'Specially now with that side of the room having become ever so slightly colder from the sheet of frost that coated the wall.

And then there was the nervous looking person sitting to the side. Perfect. Enough so atleast that she didn't need to pay attention to the two she missed.

Her sharp smile softened at the edges, and she rolled her baggage over; stacking it next to what she assumed was going to be one of her new classmates- before sitting herself down.

She waited a moment for the other to become accustom to her presence before speaking.
" Having fun? " Her voice was as light and genuine as she could manage, despite the fact the person she was speaking to was obviously not, in fact, having fun - but the question sounded friendly enough to get a pass despite its redundancy.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Sorey Soliel
Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck Room
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: N/A

Sorey had left his home with a family send off. Although one wouldn't have expected as such with how stoic he seemed afterwards. Having asked some basic questions to the Abjurers who came to get him. He learned that Wild Borns like himself were quite a rarity nowadays. While he was aware of magic to an extent. He'd grown up in a predominantly non-magical environment. Which was a tad annoying since it meant that he was unable to draw from someones personal experience. Online information was good and all. However it was every bit as reliable as those ads that advertise about attractive older women in ones area. Now he couldn't even rely on that since his phone was taken away along with anything that connected him to the more mundane world. Not really trusting the strangers who forced him to make a split second choice between powers he didn't understand or losing said powers he didn't understand. Sorey had wiped said phone of anything that could be used to gather a baseline for his personality or interests.

Then one had to get to the matter of uniform. It was awful, even without the metal lizard he had to wear. When you have to add so much rainbow coloring. Said clothes look like a unicorn puked on them and the designer tried to cover it up with black. He'd said as such to the staff doing their jobs just to inconvenience them. Wearing his cape over the shoulder in order to prevent himself from looking look an absolute mega virgin. Sorey noted the stares from some of the Abjurers. They likely thought of his actions as youthful ignorance. Whereas Sorey saw their cape as an absolute joke that didn't need to exist in the modern era. Pulling his hood over his head. Sorey wished that he'd had at least a student handbook or something to brush up on. Though given how this place was apparently run by the Illuminati. Everything had to be top secret until they said it wasn't. His luggage has wheels on it and contained only what he really needed to get by. He'd start gathering resources the moment he was allowed.

Finally there was the skyboat. Honestly looked like something from one of those games where you hunt monsters. Apparently it was the work of Earth and Sky magics. Learning that opposing Sources tended to butt heads was another bit of useful information. Whatever Source he drew from would likely have some kind of opposite that effected it. Although aside from that golden light, he had nothing concrete to got on. Walking across the electric bridge and telling the robed Abjurers that he'd "See them at the next cult meeting". Sorey got placed into a room below deck with the other prospective magic users. Since they all had outfits like his. They must have been late bloomers to magic like himself. Either they were a charity case or this was for everyone elses safety. Certainly Sorey understood that Wild Borns were a danger since they lacked any sort of control. That didn't mean he could tolerate being treated like an animal. Though the word of someone who doesn't even know the first thing about anything held little weight. That didn't bother Sorey one bit. They weren't his jailers. All of these people holding his leash were untapped resources that would give him EVERYTHING before he'd be satisfied...

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Ruth Goodwill

Location: Storm Rider - Bellow Deck Room -> Passenger Bay

Interactions: ScatheAriiasqDrayceon

Mentions: -

Notable Events: Almost self-destruct. Currently exploring the Storm Rider.

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

NOOOO.....!!!!!

Ruth wanted to scream as loud as she can when the abjurer handed her the supposed uniform that she would wear in the academy. She could handle the fact that she probably wouldn't be able to play video games or any other luxuries for the next few years, but wearing this uniform?? She had an overwhelming urge to choke whoever thought rainbow and black would mesh well while adding the lame gecko to it. Her mind was immediately pulled back to reality when the abjurer flicked her forehead and told her to calm down. Only then she realized that her entire body had been letting out intense light, as if she was a bomb that would soon explode. As she regained her composure the light would fade. She decided to wore the accessories properly and tried to think something positive about it. Though the only thing that popped out inside her head was how awful she's looking right now.

The abjurer let out a sigh before proceeding, he demanded Ruth to gave away all of her electronics. The girl simply shrugged and answered.

"I don't bring any."

"You are bringing two giant suitcases but no electronics? Sounds like you are prepared for this." The abjurer asked curiously, though he had no intention to trust all her words so he still did a thorough check on her belongings.

"I have a witch friend, though I never meet her directly." The abjurer squinted his eyes at Ruth's answer but didn't pursue further. After her belonging passed the check, her pick up bus finally arrived in the form of a flying giant whale zeppelin. Sparks could be seen around her widen eyes (literally), a shame they didn't shape it like a dragon but she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited. It's like getting picked up by a monster truck! But better! She immediately rushed towards the entrance the moment the bridge hit the roof.

Though her enthusiasm slowed down a bit when she got to the interior and found it kinda weird, probably because she's not used to see such large room made of wood like that. She tried to sit down on one of the wooden chair available but since there's nothing to entertain her thought she ended up exploring the airship. She wanted to see the parts where the machine meets the wood.

Along the way, she spotted a figure with pointed ears. At first she thought the figure was one of the witch fron the abandoned building but then she noticed the jarring rainbow edge on the cloak. Ruth winced when she remembers that she's also wearing the same thing right now, at least she knew who else were in the same situation as her.

"Hey, you. The one with lame ass cloak!" Ruth approached Arii while waving. "Found something interesting? I'm looking for the machine room."

 

[Mayali]

Millie Rogers​

Notable Physical Features: Ponytail in a Banana Hairclip, but nothing unusual.
Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck Room
Interactions: Open
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: She paused momentarily at the bridge to thank the Abjurers. Looking rather lost when she gets into the Below Deck Room


Molasses, she may as well have been moving through Molasses with how long it took just to reach the roof. First, they'd stopped her to hand over what was apparently going to be her uniform, then kept her there to try it on right at that moment.

Millie took that uniform from them and held that matching cloak and belt up in front of herself, examining what they were. Even before unfolding them, she could see they were predominately black with some hint of color that she'd eventually discover was a kaleidoscope along the edge hems. The time all that took between them handing over the clothes and her examination of said clothes added up to being slow. Not that she minded that slowness in the slightest.

Her conduit moment had seemed quick after the fact. Everything about it was a blur that didn't leave her with much to remember other than coming out of her sobbing state to a reality where she was encased in vines. Millie didn't like that 'fast' where she couldn't remember much, she preferred the slower pace that the Abjurers took her through the steps here.

Of course, those steps would come to an end eventually. That it'd involve a giant flying whale, a large and majestic carving that looked like it must've taken several trees to make, now that left her gaping at it in stunned silence. This left her trailing behind a few others that boarded before her, long enough for her to notice that the Abjurers weren't coming with them.

So when it came time for her to cross that bridge to the Storm Rider she paused and turned around to face the Abjurers that'd gotten her there. “Thank you for,” Millie would pause there to consider how to convey what she was thankful for, but in the end settled for, “all your help.” She couldn't think of anything else to say other than that and so turned back around to continue on her way across the bridge.

Being closer there on the deck itself, made the sheer sense of size that the Storm Rider radiated all the more intense. She didn't get that much time to marvel at it before it was departing and everyone was being herded below deck into one giant room. Given the size of what they all were on, she found herself wondering if all the rooms on magical flying devices were also so big. Millie took about 4 steps into the room before the wonder wore off and left her to take in the number of others spread out throughout there.

And she came to stop, her head slowly turning to look over where everyone and everything was.

 

[Ghostiiys]

Bellatrix Astra

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room

Interactions: Guppy Franz

Mentions: Lord_Boreas

Notable Events: Shoving Ryan out of her way.

Notable Physical Features: Elf ears, pointed teeth, claw-like hands, iridescent white hair.









Bellatrix had no issues packing up what few belongings she had and just leaving her miserable apartment and life. Honestly, the change was rather exciting for her. The Abjurers didn't even need to force her to make a choice, as soon as they opened their mouths she was already fully packed and ready to go, no questions asked. Of course, for her own safety, she stashed a switchblade in her bag but all should be fine, after all, it's not like witches didn't exist here everyone knew that they were at the very least tangible and real on this earth. But that was all Bellatrix knew about them, and now she was one.

Once they handed her their uniform Bella scowled.

"The hell is this?" She grumbled, but she was already set on coming so at the very least she could compromise and wear these 15th-century pieces of clothing. As she was putting them on the Abjurers and witches took her belongings, with her phone being in them. This greatly aggravated Bellatrix but she knew if she made a fuss she wouldn't be allowed to go with them.

''You are honestly so lucky I'd rather be here than go to the county jail '' Which was true, after being expelled from her school it was either a year in juvie and maybe more in an adult prison for selling drugs or playing harry potter for a bit until Bella figured out her life. Or at least that was what her headspace was, Bellatrix cared not for magic or witches but rather saw this as an escape from an unfortunate turn of events, although she wouldn't be telling anyone that out loud.

Looking up with widening eyes she saw what looked like something that didn't belong in this world. It looked like a tree whale with wings?!
"I'm not even gonna ask." shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose. This was starting to give her a headache, she was being way more tolerant than she normally was and in all honestly she was starting to get very agitated. Although her building rage was interrupted by an Abjurer.

What piqued her interest was when they mentioned how normally different types of witches seemed to almost refuse to cooperate under normal circumstances. This did not bode well with her as not only would she probably face some problems with witches thinking her a freak because she wasn't born one, but now some weird classism over if someone can summon flowers or a gust of air.

"Great." She said sarcastically before crossing the bridge, and already her heart sunk into her stomach. A cramped dark room with a bunch of teenagers who probably didn't know how to use deoderant. One was already having a full-blown panic attack which made her eyes roll. A boy was standing in her way and in all honestly, Bellatrix had enough, Shoving him aside so she could get in. "Not enough room in here for your dumbass to be in the way."

She nestled herself into an unoccupied part of the room. '' I really need a smoke right now. " She mumbled to herself, completely forgetting her quite rude interaction already, she reached into her pockets looking for her pack of cigarettes but realized she forgot to bring them. Clenching her fist she groaned, she knew this was going to be a LONG ride. She began braiding her long ponytail to keep her mind occupied for the time being.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Ariiasqthylinh Au Drayceon
Location: Storm Rider Passenger Bay
Interactions: Spoiled Bread , Ghostiiys
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: Arii's pacing. They gave Bellatrix a stick of gum and had one themself. That's about it.
Notable Features: Dark blue-black sclera, vibrant orange pupil, dual-colored malar marks, pointed ears longer than their head, horrible posture, and a strange way of moving that isn't overtly wrong but just looks weird and unsettling.

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Every time Arii turned, they rapped on the surface on the inside of their turn. It sent jolts of pain up their hands, the harsh tapping reddening their skin. It didn't seem to have a purpose—though, somewhere inside, it made Arii feel minutely better. Something about the rhythm was the only thing they could assume.

They'd meandered away from the rest of the group, pacing the length of the empty (save for the other people) ship and weaving between the cylindrical supports that interrupted them here and there.

No supplies. No boxes. Nothing.

They decided that empty ships were unsettling.

Still, they turned around at the slightest noise of footsteps from behind, catching the... person... in their gaze just as they started speaking. Arii's ears angled back in distaste, earring jingling almost cheerily with the movement. Those paying close attention might have been able to catch the narrowing of their pupils as they slipped back into a full slits. "We're in an empty ship," they replied, voice low and dry. "There's nothing here except us." Their voice sounded... flat. Tired and unamused, but otherwise lacking in anything interesting.

They blinked blankly, practically staring down at that which had decided to talk to them. Then, as if they could only move in slow motion, they produced a single stick of watermelon gum from their pocket and stuck it in their mouth. One of the newer arrivals caught their ear (which swiveled in that direction accordingly), and at the mention of "needing a smoke", they produced another stick of gum from their pocket and eyed the distance.

They were not good at throwing things.

Deciding that it was probably best to accidentally hit someone in the face with gum, they spared another glance at the person who tried to talk to them, but didn't say anything more before walking over to the mostly-white haired person sitting near the edge of the group.

They dropped the stick of gum on the person's lap, and then turned away again to resume their pacing without a word.

 

[Guppy Franz]

Ryan Teller​

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room

Interactions: Ghostiiys

Mentions: Lord_Boreas CanaryCry Tapfic

Notable Events: Confronting a rude Bellatrix with a strained smile and glare while his powers slightly splintered the floor below them.

Notable Physical Features: Glowing tattoos wrapped around his arms reaching his shoulders, brightly pulsating green and silver.

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A long sigh escaped Ryan as he tried to calm his thoughts, finally managing to ease the growing sensation in his chest with rhythmic breaths. He had even managed to gain control of the uncomfortable tingling in his arms, the markings wrapping around his arms fading back to their usual colors. It had become a pain to deal with ever since these powers awoke within him, but he found taking a moment to collect himself seemed to work well enough when these surges of emotion and power flowed through him. Unfortunately, he feared it wouldn't work forever. A slight chill ran up his spine as he felt a cool breeze lick the back of his neck and opened his eyes, looking over his shoulders with an arched brow. "Damn," Ryan muttered in slight surprise to see that one of the other students had covered the walls behind them with a layer of ice. A concerned frown came to his face as it was clear the boy wasn't enjoying the show of his powers and felt a ball of worry stir in his stomach. Ryan feared he would find himself in a familiar situation with his powers, losing control and causing damage. At least he managed to find some solution to the power, but how long would it last?

He shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind and silently debating if he should approach the ice boy to see if he needed help. Luckily, he wouldn't need to as a girl with bright blue eyes approached him and began to speak with him in the corner. A bit of relief washed over Ryan to see someone else checking in on the boy and decided it was best if he just let them be. They were all going to the same place anyway so perhaps he'll have another chance to speak with him. If Ryan could help just a bit, then he'd do what he could, just as his brother taught him. With a grunt, he rose from the floor and rolled his shoulders as he lazily looked around the room to get a look at all the others aboard the ship. Instantly his attention fell onto the red-eyed and long-haired girl as she gave a greeting to the room and could help but arch a brow. Out of most of the people currently waiting below deck, himself included, she seemed more upbeat to be here. He held back a smirk of amusement and turned his gaze to others around the room.

Unfortunately, his inspection of his new fellow students was abruptly interrupted as he was shoved to the side. Ryan managed to keep his balance without much issue, but he took a moment to stand in silence as he processed what had occurred. Soon the rude woman's words sunk in and tightened his hands into a fist, his right eye twitching in irritation as he looked at the woman with a deep frown. On a quick glance at her, he spotted her clawed hands and pointed ears first before looking back up to the back of her head to only see white hair. This lady didn't even give him a second look! Rolling his shoulders and feeling the tingling in his arms return Ryan made his way to the lady's side and glared at her. As he glared at her he failed to realize the bright glow of green and silver pulsating up the markings on his arms, or the wooden floor slightly splintering below his shoes. After a moment of silent glaring, he forced a small, sharp smile to spread across his lips and tilted his head to the right.

"You know, usually when people bump into someone an 'Excuse me', or 'Sorry' is the way to go. Not acting like you're hot shit and being a rude prick," he informed her, his smile not matching the glare in his eyes. "Perhaps you want to try again?" he questioned as his fist tightened until his knuckles grew white. The surging emotions and power began to rise in his chest once again, but he managed to keep a level head as he confronted the rude woman. Judging from her attitude Ryan doubted he'd get an apology, but he at least wanted to make it clear he was not the one she wanted to push around. Especially not today or all days. Giving her claws a quick glance Ryan also readied himself for a fight, not ready to take any chances with someone else with powers.

 

[pixi.stix]

Severin Daylede
Location: Storm Rider
Interactions: Tapfic
Mentions: Guppy Franz Ghostiiys
Notable Events: Nothing really
Notable Physical Features: Simple, fitting leather gloves and silver fighting the brown in their eyes (Like trying to take over, but it's not working in a way if that makes sense)

Severin snapped back to reality upon hearing someone approach them. They looked over, slightly dazed at first but then they brightened up a little. Letting out a short laugh, they shrugged, "About as much fun as you can. Although I think I'd rather be on the deck than in here, especially as I think two of our peers are going to.. Fight" They gestured to the white-knuckled boy eyeing the girl who just shoved him aside. "I do wonder if we can actually explore, it was so cool to see that these can even be imagined let alone fly thousands of feet in the air!" They seemed genuinely interested and almost excited to be on this giant flying whale. They gave one last wary glance to the two about to rumble before turning to the person talking to them. Might as well introduce yourself, right? Make a friend before you can make enemies.

Well for a person like Sev, the peer talking to to was one of the only safe options. Two peers were going to start a fight, one was standoffish and producing gum from nowhere, one was having a panic attack and another was helping the panicking one. Others were just looking rather displeased, but one looked like they might hijack the ship. Another looked dazed at the size of the population in the room, and the description could go on. At least one of them seemed friendly enough, or not busy with something.

"I'm Severin, it's nice to meet someone who doesn't look like they might glare me into the ground" They introduced themselves, with a friendly smile and a nervous glance around the room as to add context to the unfriendly and upset faces of their peers. Surely it wouldn't be like this always... Right? They glanced to the luggage near the person, and knew they probably under packed. They only brought a suitcase and a duffel bag. The suitcase wasn't very big as well. They brought their favorite clothing, that wasn't very extravagant or anything. It was normal every-day clothing. They also packed accessories, and a simple makeup bag for certain occasions (Whether it be a bad day, or a party) The person talking to Sev, was definitely prepared for most situations.

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Korrnelius MountCastle
Location: StormRider, Below deck
Interactions: CanaryCry
Mentions: Ghostiiys Guppy Franz
Notable Events: Visibly dumbfounded
Notable physical features: Glowing cyan eyes( blue), crescent moon tattoo on the side of his neck.​

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Korri looked at the girl with a complete dumbfounded look drawn across his face. “Um I guess” he responded quietly and then turned to the wall where he had left the ice plastered before smiling a little when she called it pretty “I guess that’s one way to look at it” he shook his head before looking to the girl “would be nice if I could control it though, my magic has been out of control since…” he trailed off and fought back tears while thinking of his mother.

He shook his head and wiped his eyes “anyways, I’m Korrnelius…I go by Korri most of the time though” he relaxed, already feeling less tense but still keeping alert since he could tell people were staring to question why the back of the room was covered in ice and why there was a trail leading back to him. He could feel multiple pairs of eyes on him and instantly he wanted to run out of the room. Korri took a deep breath, and as he exhaled a cloud of frost into the air

“That’s new” he mumbled to himself and shivered slightly as his body temperature dropped and the tattoo on his neck glowed along with his eyes. “I’m still working on controlling….whatever this is” he told the girl, still exhaling small clouds

He decided to ignore the two people arguing even though he was scared of what happens when two people who are still learning how to control their magic get into a fight and part of him was scared they would make the ship crash.

 

[CanaryCry]

Sonia Lockheart

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Decks
Interactions: Speaking to Lord_Boreas
Mentions: N/A
Notable Events: Sat closer to the ice on the wall so people might think she made it
Notable Physical Features: Eyes turned bright blue by Conduit Moment

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He wasn’t just scared, he was hurting. That much was easy to see, even without having met before. If the ice on the wall was making him so nervous, she had to wonder how traumatic the realization of his gift had been. She’d thought she might die, when hers came to her, but the situation had resolved without her or the old woman she’d hidden from the fire with being hurt too terribly. With how volatile she was quickly learning magic could be, she had to believe that some others might not have been so lucky.

"It’s kinda scary, isn't it?" She said gently, and when given permission visibly considered which seat to take for a moment before sitting in the chair that would put her between him and the ice, carefully pushing her cloak behind her as she did so as not to choke herself by sitting on it. Maybe not everyone had seen the freezing happening, and if they only glanced over they might think it was her fault instead. Maybe that would make him feel better. "I think my hair might still smell like smoke."

She offered a small but genuine smile, at that, and after a pause freed a hand from her cloak to hold out to him. A handshake wasn’t exactly popular, for people their age, but it wasn’t unheard of either, and she thought maybe he might feel a little better if she showed him she wasn’t afraid to touch him. Who knew. If he was ice, and she was fire, they might balance each other out somehow.

"It's nice to meet you, Korri," she said genuinely. "I’m Sonia. . . Does it feel cold?" She tapped at the strange clasp of her cloak with her free hand, a small, worried furrow in her brow. "You can put my cloak over yours, if you need to. I’m sure nobody would mind if you wore it for a little while."

She wrung her hands in her lap once she had them both back, looking anxiously on at the others in the room before finally looking at him again. If they focused on each other, they could try to ignore the impending chaos. Surely someone in charge would put a stop to it before anything too dangerous happened.

"It’s scary," she repeated with a little shake of her head, "but everything is when it’s new, right? I’m sure, once we get used to this whole magic thing, everything will get easier." She gave a little grin, freeing a hand to give him a thumbs up. "We'll stick together, all us newbies. It'll be okay."

It would be okay. Wouldn't it? Sometimes she wished she had someone to tell her it would be. But for now she would have to be content saying it to someone else.

 

[ave goin insane]

| Noah Chance |
Storm Rider [Below Deck] | BlueHibiscus - Vienna | @n/a | Had his iPod taken, nearing meltdown | Crystal-like eyes that change color based on his mood, Shimmery skin, Glowing veins

​

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Noah bounced on the balls of his feet, his gaze flicking across the wide building, his eyes refracting an excited blue as he took it all in. Witches bustled all around them, and while he did occasionally have the muscle-seizing feeling of one brushing against him, he noted that most seemed to avoid him- he even heard a few of the younger-looking ones mutter 'rainbow boy' under their breath. It made him uncomfortable- even here, he was an outcast, he was different. Not for the same reasons he'd been 'different' all his life, though those didn't help. If the rumors he'd heard were true, every one of the wild-born here had strong, sometimes violent conduit moments from negative emotions- fear, anger, sadness.

Everyone but him.

He could still remember the warmth as the bright and vivid colors of the rainbow he'd summoned wrapped around him like a strong hug, overfilling him with wonder before shooting out, painting the entire arena in color before fading out, leaving everyone- even the band members- gaping at him in awe. Though he'd been extremely flustered afterward, in the moment, he'd been... happy. Really happy. Nothing like the tales of violent flames or ice or bolts of lightning that he'd overheard- just a soft light that'd left him warm and tingly afterward. Noah didn't know what that meant, what that made him. How long will I be the 'rainbow boy'? How long until I'll just be normal?

Noah stuck the charm of his small necklace in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully on the plastic cassette tape- a piece of chewlery gifted by his brother on his birthday. While he'd been packing, Noah realized a lot of the things he owned were gifted by his brother- the dozens of comics from when he'd still had a special interest in Batman, the worn basketball jersey Noah'd worn to all of his games, the iPod loaded with music from his favorite band that sat in his hoodie pocket, playing music that lazily drifted up through his earbuds. Even now, Noah could hear his voice, reminding him, "Don't wish you were normal. You're already better than 'normal'".

Suddenly, a passing witch shoved a bundle of fabric into his arms, quickly explaining the uniform before skittering away, leaving him completely tongue-tied. After taking a moment to himself, Noah glanced down at the clothing, eyes soothing into their 'natural' crystalline rainbow coloration to match the accents on the uniform. He ripped any offensive tags off the back of the cloak before trying it on, struggling slightly to pull the sleeves over his hoodie. He ran his fingers over the cold metal of the belt buckle, marveling at the intricate patterns, before being startled out of his thoughts by the sound of rushing wind.

Noah glanced up, startled by the sudden arrival of the massive ship- though on a second glance, it seemed like anything but. For one, it had wings. The massive, bird-esque wings, four in total, sent down powerful gusts of wind that nearly knocked the earbuds out of his ears. Pair that with the gaping maw and swirling wooden eyes, and he could've almost sworn the ship was a living, breathing creature- almost. The only thing that was able to distinguish the ship as purely a vehicle was the massive bottle on top, seeming to swirl with a creature of its own, crackling with a powerful electric current that seemed to power the ship. Noah stared in awe as one of the witches explained to the group what the ship was, ready to ask about a thousand questions, until he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Got any electronics, kid?"

Noah's body stiffened. His fingers brushed against the iPod, cheery music still blasting into his ears. He turned to face the witch who'd spoken to him, an impatient expression painted all over the witch's face. Noah wanted to say something, anything, but the words died in his throat. His mom had fought for so long to let him use his iPod to calm down in school, insisting it was not a distraction, and Noah assumed the accommodations for him would be the same here, but no, of course they wouldn't be. And because he was stupid enough to think that, he was going to lose one of the most important things his brother had given to him.

Noah's eyes shimmered a dark grey. He didn't like to lie. It would be a stupid lie, too- the earbuds in his ears were clearly visible- but it was the only word that dared to escape his throat.

"No."

The witch stared at him for one second. Two. Then, suddenly, the witch grabbed Noah's arm, causing him to yelp and instinctively grab his iPod. The witch pulled Noah's arm out of his hoodie pocket, inspecting his hand, still clutching the iPod. The witch chuckled. "That's what I thought." The witch snatched away the device, pulling the earbuds out of Noah's ears, which had begun ringing, along with it. The witch turned and walked away without so much as a word, and through the fog that settled over Noah's mind, he noticed that his veins had begun glowing, even through the hoodie and cloak. His vision tunnelled, the ringing in his ears growing until that was all he could hear. Why did they have to take it away? It wasn't theirs, it was his, it was his brothers, they had no right-

Another student bumped into him, and Noah noticed they were all being herded onto the Storm Rider. He gave his body simple commands. Turn around. Take five steps. Another five. He knew his breathing was irregular, erratic, but he couldn't do anything to stop it. His previously comfortable clothes fit all wrong, making him feel strangled by the fine fabrics, every inch of his body felt unable to even exist in that moment.

That second when he finally set foot on the ship was a relief. Noah collapsed against the cool wall, placing his forehead against it, letting his breathing slowly come back to normal- well, as normal as it could get at that moment- and let the cold flakes from another nearby student settle against his skin. Noah couldn't process why that student was creating the flurry- he could barely work his mind at all in the moment. After a few moments, he let out a shuddering breath, and turned his body around, laying his head back against the wall. He finally noticed another student next to her- a girl with pointed ears and bright green eyes. He turned to stare at the ceiling, his mind unable to think of what to do next. Without thinking, he just let out the first thing he thought of. "I hate this place so far."

 

[Tapfic]

Rumi Komori
Notable Features
Red eyes, sharp teeth, and hair down to their ass.
Location
Storm Rider, Below deck
Interactions
pixi.stix Guppy Franz Ghostiiys
Mentions
ScatheAriiasqDrayceon CanaryCry Lord_Boreas Gaius Danius Griinia BlueHibiscus Spoiled Bread Mayali kevin ave goin insane
Notable Events
Rumi introduces herself to Sev, before standing and attempting to quell the possible fight between Ryan and Bellatrix by suggesting a game

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"About as much fun as you can. Although I think I'd rather be on the deck than in here, especially as I think two of our peers are going to.. Fight" Rumi noted the two with a hum, but didn't seem to interested at the moment. She was busy after all. Sure the girl was cute; but it wasn't too much of an accomplishment- most girls were. "I do wonder if we can actually explore, it was so cool to see that these can even be imagined let alone fly thousands of feet in the air!"

" I imagine they would have told us if leaving the room was against the rules, why not take a walk around? " And hey, If it was against the rules; really it was the people in charge's fault. Who could have known? Not this pair of perfectly innocent teenagers who happened to have a taste for adventure.

Though honestly, Rumi would rather stay below- clearly that was where the drama congregated.

"I'm Severin, it's nice to meet someone who doesn't look like they might glare me into the ground"
The other smiled, and Rumi returned it easily. They had such an endearing nervousness about them- like a skittish rabbit; except Rumi didn't like rabbits.

" Rumi," she introduced as she stood lazily from her place, stretching dramatically as though she had been in that position for hours; rather than a few relaxing minuets.
" Anyone ever tell you you're adorable? " She would have ruffled their hair, but considering they just met- such an action would be a bit too forward.

The witch didn't wait for an answer to her question, turning to the more... confrontational of her peers; easy smile still plastered firmly in place.

" Now, hold on babes, " While normally, she wasn't much to place herself into conflict without getting paid- currently their little group was hundreds of feet in the air, both hormonal teens had access to magic they had yet to learn to control, and Rumi had quite a few things she needed to do before she died. And so, with a perfectly pretty smile- she was just going to have to suck it up and try to mediate before the first fireball was thrown.

The boy looked pissed enough, but considering he hadn't been the one to start a fight in the first place- Rumi assumed he was somewhat reasonable.
The girl didn't really seem the type to value what others thought of her all to much though, if she was the lone wolf type and lacked any care for making friends in the near future; the best option might just be to create another conflict to pit her up against -even if it was an imaginary one.

" Before either of you do anything we all might regret, why don't you keep in mind we have very little idea of where they're taking us right now. If things get physical, even if you both manage to avoid breaking the floor out beneath our feet, it's best to conserve your energy when you don't know anything about the place we're landing, right? "

Rumi tilted her head and smiled in the least condescending manner she could muster, stepping between the two; maybe breaking their glares would act somewhat like a blanket over a parrot cage.

" If you really want to go at it, I'm starting to get bored, that guy just walked in and already hates it here enough to mention it, so im sure we all are- why don't we kill a few birds with one stone and play a game? If you two want you could even set some stakes- looser apologizes, or whatever it is that floats your boat."

This last suggestion, while mainly aimed at distracting the two- was also offered to every straggling peer- some of whom had yet to find anything to quell their nerves and or boredom.

 

[JuniperBoi]

Judas Carter

Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room

Noticeable Physical features: Glowing Yellow Eyes, a lightning-shaped ‘mark’ on his cheek that goes up to the bottom of his eye

Interactions: Open

Mentions: none

Notable Events: Looking at a lone puddle to see his reflection, muttering to himself.


“As if this week couldn’t get weirder…” Judas thought. This whole week was full of weird revelations. From becoming this ‘hero’ who saved his sister’s life, to realizing he just experienced a conduit moment and now attending this private school for people like him in this wooden whale. As he sat down against the wall he reminisced of the times he had with his family. His mother and father were adamant on him attending this school. So much so that they packed his bags for him once the Abujures came to pick him up. Unfortunately they were oblivious to the ‘No electronics’ rule and asked to call them from time to time. To be fair, he was also oblivious to the rule. But hey, at least he has a cool cloak to help him blend in better. He looked down at a puddle where he could see his reflection. Despite the reflection itself being somewhat obscured, his glowing yellow eyes felt like they were staring into his own soul. He quickly averted his eyes from the puddle. He looked at his hands as they were sparking with Lightning. He started to panic a little. Shaking his hands to try to stop the lightning. He tried to call for help but only a small: “hey…somebody…” He sighed, he’ll probably just cause trouble for anyone who helped. As he calmed down, the lightning subsided. “I guess these powers are tied to emotions…” He muttered to himself.

He looked at his hands and clenched them into fists, they were once again sparking with lightning. “Why? Why me? My sister was the one was the one who wanted to become a witch. So why was I chosen? Is this some kind of joke?” He muttered to himself yet again. He unclenched his fist. Taking deep breaths to calm himself down. “No. I shouldn’t be mad about this. I should be happy. I finally have something over my sister.” He thought to himself, smiling a little. He put on his cloak’s hood and decided to relax by closing his eyes. It may be quite some time before they arrive at the campus, so might as well relax since there’s not really much he can do.

 

[Tattletale]

Francisco Hierro

Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck room​

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Interactions: Tapfic Guppy Franz Ghostiiys ​

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Mentions: Lord_Boreas CanaryCry ​

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Notable Events: Has caught on Rumi's defusing attempt and wants to help.​

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Notable Physical Features: A few band-aids from when he thought the Abjurers were kidnappers trying to abduct him.​

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As he took his first few steps on the Storm Rider's lower decks, Fran could not help beginning to question the Abjurer's worth as educators. Not only had they taken him without much ceremony and barely allowed a short goodbye to Father: this place looked more a cargo hold than a passenger vessel.

Half of the other kids were obviously uneasy or downright panicking, a few had a definite air of danger around them, and no Abjurers were here nor seemed to be willing to do much about it, if they were looking. Fran started walking towards the boy creating a patina of ice across the room's wall, who was being consoled by a blue-eyed girl, when a dull thud and a curse coming from further within the ship claimed his attention.

Oh, no. This one had a sharp feel to her. He definitely didn't want to cross her. She just insulted another guy, Fran thought.

“Fire…”

The tough looking guy replies a biting challenge. Goddammit. This is not gonna end well.

“…Meet Gasoline.”

As a third, confident looking girl stepped in, Fran decided to back her up. He gave his blandest smile, the one that seemed to always soothe others, and spoke quietly to the group.

“A game sounds about right, miss." He turned to the dangerous looking pair, bland smile still plastered on his face, “it's been boring here, but I'm sure we can solve this without any ruckus. We wouldn't want to disturb our new friends, right?” As he said that, he gestured to the poor guy struggling to control his power.

"What kinda game were you thinking?"

 

[Peckinou]

Catoria Veltora
Location: Storm Rider, Bellow Deck Room
Interactions: JuniperBoi
Mentions: Ghostiiys Guppy Franz Tapfic
Notable Events: Hiding underneath the hood of their cloak, wind blowing around them.
Notable Features: Ice Cold Skin (Dark Blue/Borderline Purple) and a Scar underneath their right eye.​

Although no emotions were visible on her face, Catoria was in a really bad mood as of now, losing their phone after a glaring contest between them and one of the Abjurers, she was unable to contact any of her family members due to that set back. Her mother thinking that she was ghosting her really scared her, since anyone who has met her mother would know, that she can be really scary. The only reason Catoria didn't opt to work to get their stuff back is due to them claiming they would get Magitech later on, which sounded like something strange but something she could probably work with. The ship that came down from the sky didn't much phase Catoria that much since they figured it was probably something normal to see when it came to all this witch magic. They were more concerned with the strange accessories they were going to be forced to wear, the only one they really liked was the cloak, which she put on immediately and hid underneath the hood of it, plus she figured it might be helpful in hiding the other accessories from sight. She had hardly paid much attention to the Abjurers until the Ships strange bridge began to appear, and all she really did was glare at the Abjurers as they left. Catoria reluctantly stepped onto the electric bridge with cautious steps before eventually making their way on board, and into the room that was filled with other victims supposed peers of theirs.

At first Catoria wanted to keep a distance between her and the rest of her peers, not knowing who they are, their intentions and their goals yet. Instead she opted to move to a corner in the room with her stuff towing behind her, placing her bag in a corner before then using it as a make shift chair and just watching the rest of the room for a moment. The most interesting thing so far was the potential conflict between some guy and girl, she didn't know what it was about, as she only really saw the girl shove the guy out the way, and by the looks of it the guy wasn't really happy. Honestly, Catoria regretted not bringing a stop watch to time how long it would of taken before a fight broke out, but then again her phone had a stop watch. Unfortunately though, before the conflict could escalate some other red eyed girl intervened, she was too far to hear what they were saying but she figured it might of been a attempt to quell the conflict. Catoria took note of that since it seemed she might be useful to have as a ally later on, but for now she opted to leave her stuff and go explore the room. After a walk around the room she figured that their really wasn't much to do, as she eventually found herself close to some guy with electricity sparking from their hands, she didn't say anything figuring him to be deep in thought, and plus he seemed to give the wanting to be left alone vibe. It was really apparent that this was not going to be a easy ride, and odds were that a conflict would start sooner or later, one was already being deescalated but another was likely to pop up eventually. The thought of it made the wind around her flare up a bit, as she nearly forgot about the boy she was near who had lightning coming from his hands, as she was more focused on the others within the room.

 

[Xenobiology]

Artist — Xenobiology

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Location —
Storm Rider; below deck room.

Interactions —
N/A (But open to them!)

Mentions —
N/A

Notable Events —
Caoimhe has their phone taken from them
despite their protesting. After a brief scare
from the Storm Rider to the point of
seemingly flickering out of existance, she
goes to find a quiet place to sit down below
deck.

Notable Physical Features —
Pointed ears and teeth, as well as a streak of
white hair and a blue eye from new-found
heterochromia.

Caoimhe A. Mildred​

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" No, please- please I- no! " Caoimhe stuttered as her phone was taken from her by one of the witches. They weren't attached in the sense of needing their phone to live or feeling bored without it, but Caoimhe needed it. After all, that was the only thing she had as a means of contact to her siblings- to her dad.

" You'll be fine, kid. " The witch said as he confiscated the phone, pausing before putting it away so the student couldn't take it back. " I'm not even sure that thing still works. But you won't need it where you're goin'. It's only gonna be a distraction. Might as well put it out of your mind entirely. " He shrugged, walking away.

Caoimhe practically deflated. Great, they thought, as if this day couldn't get any harder. And, yeah... her phone was pretty busted. But the old flip phone had worked fine. So having it taken for- for what? Distraction's sake? It just didn't seem awfully fair. But Caoimhe knew better than to keep arguing a fight they couldn't win. Instead, they just pulled their suitcase closer to them, fidgeting with the handle.

Before they could really have the time of day to keep letting their thoughts get to them, however, another witch came up. " Here you go, dear. This is your uniform. Don't lose it and take good care of it. Once you're situated, just follow the rest of the group to your transport, okay? "

Caoimhe nodded, taking the cloak and belt carefully and giving it a look over. The fabric was at least kind of soft? And while they couldn't remember ever wearing any rainbow-- well except maybe when they were real little, but they'd have to ask their dad about that one-- it wasn't the worst thing in the world to wear. She paused when she saw the little chameleons; one was the cloak's clasp and the other the belt's. A small smile flickered on her face. Okay... that's... kinda cute, actually, she thought. They carefully put it on, making sure to fasten everything properly before grabbing their suitcase handle and looking to where the group was going and--

" Good gods, what is that? " The thing in front of them was honestly kind of petrifying to look at. And for any onlookers to Caoimhe, they'd find that the student's own visage seemed to flicker like a candle being blown out. That stopped when one of the other witches explained what it was-- a Storm Rider, they called it-- and slowly Caoimhe let go of the breath they hadn't know they were holding in.

Caoimhe boarded the Storm Rider with the kind of hesitation of a young child going into their first elementary school classroom. But they made it on and took one sweep around the room with their eyes before backing up into a corner away from everyone else and sliding down the wall to hug their knees. She had seen the other students-- students who's cloaks matched her own, so she could only guess they were in a similar situation-- but she didn't want to chance the interactions. After all, if regular human kids could be as mean as they were back home, what could a witch-- or Wild Born-- do? Probably a lot worse, was Caoimhe's guess.

Post code is a modified version of Ambiloquous's "Circle Placeholder".​

 

[Lord_Boreas]

Korrnelius MountCastle
Location: StormRider, Below deck
Interactions: CanaryCry
Mentions: Peckinou JuniperBoi
Notable Events: playing with snowflakes
Notable physical features: Glowing cyan eyes( blue), crescent moon tattoo on the side of his neck.​

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The girls hand was warm, which was a big change seeing that more recently his body temperature has been extremely low. He shook her hand before giving a small chuckle at her comment about it being cold “uh im pretty sure that’s my fault” he said, pointing to the snowflakes floating around his head “also scary isn’t the word I would use” he sat back in the uncomfortable chair with a sigh

“This is damn near terrifying” Korri looked around the room and slowly began to relax when he realized he wasn’t the only one struggling to control his powers which over all made him feel so much better. “At least I’m not the only one having some trouble” he nodded his head toward a girl who had a small whirlwind whipping around her along with a guy with lightning coming out of his hands.

He cleared his throat and looked to Sonia “Thankyou by the way” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as the small cloud of snowflakes finally dissipated “no one’s made an effort to talk to me since all of this magic and witch stuff happened to me” he stopped for a second and then sat up in his seat

“do you think you could explain this whole thing to me? Like how our magic works? I was raised in a pretty conservative family so learning about magic was a big no no” he frowned slightly thinking about his mother “my moms was a pastor as church so a lot of things were kept out of the house”

Every time he thought about his mother he could feel his magic bubbling to the surface as if just waiting for an excuse to explode like it did the day that he connected to a conduit source. He gave Sonia a small smile and before touching the glowing tattoo on his neck, flinching at how cold it was “for someone who can apparently control ice, you would think I would be immune to the cold” he muttered more to himself than anything before rolling his still glowing eyes

 

[BlueHibiscus]

Vienna Clement
Location: Storm Rider, Below Deck Room
Interactions: ave goin insane
Mentions: Lord_Boreas CanaryCry Ghostiiys Guppy Franz Tapfic
Notable Events: N/A
Notable Physical Features: pointed ears, bright green eyes

Once Vienna had taken a few minutes to compose herself, she examined the room. None of the others looked very happy to be there, or particularly friendly. Vienna did not feel encouraged to introduce herself to any of them. It wasn’t that she didn’t like making friends—honestly, she was kind of looking forward to getting to know these people, although her excitement had been slightly diminished when she saw how unapproachable the others looked. It was just difficult for her to find the courage to start a conversation, and she was even more intimidated by these people with powers they hadn’t yet learned to control. If someone didn’t like her, the worst that could usually happen was a feeling of embarrassment that she could look back on whenever she was feeling insecure, but these witches could (whether purposely or by mistake in a fit of some strong emotion) attack her with ice, lightning, and fire. Vienna didn’t doubt that some of the more aggressive-looking ones would if she gave them a reason to.

So, instead of attempting to talk to the others, Vienna would observe them. Maybe if she could get a feel for their personalities, she could get to know some of the kids that seemed more amiable. But nothing of much note had happened so far. Vienna turned her attention to the ice on the wall, which seemed to have been produced by one of the other students. She’d heard of Wild Borns having outbursts of magic after their conduit moment, but Vienna hadn’t had any incidents since the fire. She was glad—the fire had lasted less than a minute, but it spread so fast that the hallway had been left completely scorched. She hoped that the Abjurers would do something to help her family repair the damage. After all, it hadn’t been their fault; they shouldn’t be left to deal with it on their own. Her family already struggled enough without needing to pay for fire damage.

Two of her fellow witches were sitting by the ice, and at first Vienna couldn’t tell which of them had caused it. Once the guy began exhaling frost, though, it was pretty easy to tell. The poor kid seemed to be having a panic attack, which would explain why he’d produced the ice. Vienna hoped the girl next to him would be able to calm him down, both because she felt bad for him and because she was afraid that they might all be frozen if it got any worse. Other than the ice, no one seemed to have displayed their magic much yet. That was probably a good thing.

As Vienna was scanning the room, a tall, white-haired girl entered, shoving some guy to the side. He didn’t respond well. Seeing him clench his fist, Vienna started to worry. Would anyone intervene if there was a fight? Was there some kind of expeditious magic healing that could be used if someone was injured? What if they damaged the ship? Vienna could only hope to stay out of the way. She doubted she could do anything to stop them, and she didn’t dare to try. She was considering leaving the room entirely when a boy collapsed into the frozen wall beside her. He seemed familiar somehow. Maybe Vienna had seen his conduit moment on the news somewhere. Many Wild Borns had conduit moments much more public than her own—some destructive, others heroic. A shameful, insecure part of Vienna hoped that this kid was one of the destructive ones. She would be less self-conscious about her own conduit moment if her fellow students hadn’t used theirs to save kittens or stop hurricanes or whatever it was that some Wild Borns did.

The boy glanced at Vienna. “I hate this place so far,” he said as he turned toward the ceiling. Vienna wasn’t sure if she should agree or try to reassure him. He seemed to be panicking almost as much as the ice kid next to him.

“It’s not so bad. I mean, it’s a little overwhelming, but the ship is cool… on the outside, at least.” Vienna glanced around the drab room they were being transported in. “I’m sure it’ll get better once we get there and have a chance to settle in… are you doing okay?” She hoped she could give the boy some comfort. He looked almost ready to pass out. She wanted to ask about his conduit moment, maybe find out why he looked so familiar, but she figured it was more important to reassure him first. She wasn’t really ready for that conversation anyway—he would probably ask about her own conduit moment, which she wasn’t quite ready to share.

Part of her attention, however, was still on the impending fight in the center of the room. One of the more confident-looking students was addressing the two that were about to fight. The comment about the guy next to Vienna irked her; it seemed a little insensitive to call out the kid who was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown. But at least this person was making an attempt to prevent the fight. Vienna worried, though, that a game might only make things worse, so she was definitely hesitant to participate. She didn’t respond to the invitation that had been addressed to the whole room, instead watching to see how it would play out while keeping an eye on the guy she had just spoken to.