Fantasy Solatium Academy ((Now Accepting))

[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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He felt a grin widening as Kat extended her pinkie finger towards him before losing himself in laughter, wrapping his own pinkie around hers. He couldn't help it, didn't know where it even stemmed from, but he couldn't stop laughing. It was childish, and comical, and something he realized that he wouldn't have changed. Finally getting a hold of himself, he took a deep breath before allowing himself to look back into her eyes, knowing they were bound to each other as the light bound to darkness. After all, shadows would not exist without light. Then, as if to remind him once again that nothing is infinite, the courtyard was flooded with light from the campus. Stifling a groan, Aleksander closed his eyes briefly before forcing himself to his feet.


"I guess all things have to come to an end eventually." He said softly, offering Kat his hand. The interruption, while annoying, was necessary, Aleksander conceded, remembering that class started in two days, and he needed to be ready. Which meant, pouring over Mora's journal and taking notes...again. Maybe, "Theories on Amplifiers" would be a good one to revisit. Either way, he had a long couple nights ahead of him, studying and hopefully, finally, breaking his summoning block. However...maybe it wouldn't be so bad, with her. He smiled at the thought.


@Elara

 

[Elara]

Katarina
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She smiled even wider at the sound of his laugh. It was harmonious in such an odd way to her. She was a little saddened to see the bright lights flood the campus. It brought her back into reality, something she was usually so strapped to. She never thought much about anything other than her studies and how to improve herself. It was rare for her to move out of her comfort zone like this. She was bound to him.
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She took one last good look at him before placing her hand in his. Even touching another being was new to her, but it felt all too natural with him. She pulled herself up, but held onto him before reluctantly letting go. The warmth emitting from even his palm  was enough to break some of the cold that surrounded her heart. 
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She began to walk away, but stopped shortly up the path, not even turning around to speak to him, but just loud enough for him to hear her.
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"You'll get your crown."
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She continued walking again, staring up at the night sky again, watching her breath hit the air in clouds of white fog.
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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He pulled Kat to her feet and felt himself wanting to hold onto her palm a little longer before she let go. Her next words though had him stopping in his tracks. He knew he had to reply before she grew out of ear shot, and just when he thought his voice would fail him, Aleksander practically blurted out the next words.

 "You'll reclaim your home."
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It pierced the silence that had taken over before he jogged to catch up to her. He didn't know if those were the right words to say. Hell, he never knew, but he felt they were. At the very least, they were true. She would take back her home, or he would destroy every opponent standing in her way. Looking down at his hands, he thought of his ancestor's and some of the feats they had pulled. He'd surpass them all. The darkness and shadows would bend to his will and with Kat by his side, they would ascend. He'd make sure of it.

 

[Elara]

Before he could even get close to her, she had stopped. She listened to what he said play over and over again in her head. It was bittersweet. 


"I will always be by your side. Every step of the way."


"You will reclaim your home."


They had reached the side of the main building where not many lights reached. She turned slowly to look at him, probably about 50 feet away from him. She just looked at him, feeling her cheeks dampen. 


Why was she crying? She never cried. 


She just continued to look at him in silence before running towards him and straight into his arms, her face buried in his chest. 

 

[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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He had stopped jogging the moment she had stopped to turn to him, and Aleksander felt as if he had been slammed into the back with a hammer when he saw the tears fall from her eyes. How was he going to fix this? Were those not the words to say? His mind raged and panicked as he tried to quickly say something, DO something to try and fix what he did before she ran into him, crying into his chest. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her while his mind did nothing but panic. What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? Seeing Kat like this was...it felt like someone was smashing a staff into his kidneys repeatedly, and he HAD to say something, right?! He forced himself to calm down, feeling her shaking in his arms. He had to be a solid foundation for her right now. Words could wait. Keeping one arm around her, Aleksander unfastened his overcoat before shrugging out of it and draping it over Kat's shoulders. He pulled her closer and rested his chin on her head. He never had to comfort someone before, but he focused on what he believed to be the essentials: warmth and security. He hoped they were the essentials anyway. He found himself being thankful that she cried silently, knowing if he heard her, it would be like a knife twisting in his chest. Aleksander truly didn't understand why he was in pain, but he knew he hated seeing her like this. Still, he held her close, being the foundation that she needed, at least, on the outside.


@Elara 

 

[Elara]

They weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of years of regret, of anguish, of not having someone to hold growing up. She had never felt comfort, she never found solace in anything but her studies. She had never, ever cried. Everything was hitting her at once, like a ton of bricks. She was being shown so many different things, and that someone, him, actually cared for her. He wanted her to get better, but he wasn't forcing her to do anything, he was there. Plain and simple. 


She looked up and saw the pain in his face. She reached up and touched his cheek and smiled, sniffling a little to compose herself yet again before whispering. 


"Thank you,"


It was all she could get out at the time, but her tone was sincere and calm, though still a little shaky from her random outburst of emotion. 

 

[Cosmilk]

Bailey
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     Bailey approached the massive building, craning his neck to see just how far up the structure went, it was beautiful and nostalgic, reminding him of the houses he had been raised in. Turning his attention instead to the now night sky, he grimaced, "Did I really need to have been dropped off so far away?" he gave an over exaggerated sigh and lugged his suitcase up the stairs, that had entirely too many steps in Bailey's humble opinion. 


     The inside was just as magnificent, not at all to the pale boy's surprise. He eventually found his way to a receptionist desk of sorts and greeted the less then pleased looking attended with an embarrassed laughter, "I don't suppose it'd help if I told you fairies don't pay much mind to schedules, because we don't" She gave him a 'You better start, then' look, and suddenly he felt inklings of strong emotions creep into his mind, fear and regret, he felt bad for whoever the stray little feelings belong to and silently offered condolences before snapping his attention back to the woman he was talking to.

 

[Blitzer]

Soran watched a him switch weapons in slow motion. He had fired his reflex now to two times his normal capacity. With ease he blocked the sword and sent his staff spinning with a crunch into the man's leg. Truly this fight wasn't fair with his enhanced reflexes and body. 


@LuckyLucifer

 

[Wake-N-Bake]

 
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At the moment, he was walking around the more quiet parts of the school, taking his time and not speaking to anyone. Not because he was mad at someone, just because he couldn't be bothered to interact. He didn't really look like much, which didn't draw him any attention from other students, which was good, because he wasn't into the fame and fortune of some of the more popular students. The only thing that people really noticed was the fact that he was taller than the average person, but still no one came up and mentioned it. Not in front of him at least. Anyway, his name is Astek. He is apparently in a "Tier 2" room somewhere in the building and yet he still hasn't found his way to it. Astek has yet to make any friends, or ask someone for directions in fear of someone finding out his little secret. He is hoping that no one wants to make a thorough background check on him, because they might find something they don't like.
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"I hope my Room mate is alright with a silent person."
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He thought, looking at the library as he passed it. Maybe he could find some book to read while he found his way around the school. 
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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Seeing Kat smile up at him, Aleksander felt the pain begin to ebb away, and a smile of his own spread on his features as he slightly tilted his cheek into her palm. Without hardly realizing his body was moving, he brought a hand up and brushed the tears away with his thumb, before resting his forehead on hers.


"No need to thank me." He whispered to her. After his mind had finally calmed down, he realized that his words hadn't hurt her, only struck a cord. Aleksander couldn't begin to imagine what she had gone through...well, he could imagine, but he wouldn't be able to feel it. The fear, the pain that she undoubtedly went through. He made a silent vow to make sure she would never have to experience anything similar again, yet another reason for him to achieve his ambition.


He closed his eyes and, for one of the first times in his life, just stopped thinking, focusing on the moment.


@Elara 

 

[Elara]

Katarina 
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She closed her eyes as well, just enjoying being held by him. They meshed so well. Well, they did say opposites attract, right? 
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She opened her eyes to look at him again. She still didn't know what to do next, or what she was feeling at all. She just knew she wanted him there forever. She wished she could stay like this forever, just looking at him. Even if they failed their goals, she still wanted him to stay by her side, because she knew for a fact she could never leave his. 
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Together, they were stronger. They could conquer anything together. She knew it. 
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She continued to look at him, her mouth slightly open, her breath hitting the cold air yet again.
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[idalie]

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
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As the newest professor departed, Chauncey glanced downwards at the floor, as if in deep thought. Nonetheless, his features turned upwards. Gaze of blue, clashing with vibrant green. "You should laugh more often, Miss Minerva. It suits you well." Clearing his throat, Lazarus then rolled his shoulders and nodded to himself for no particular reason other than to not let the situation seize up. "Ah, well, do you have anything planned for today? I could give you that tour now if you'd be inclined. I've only got my books to pack back on my shelves, which can be accomplished this evening I'm sure." With not much else to say, he slightly hunched his shoulders from a light chill, pulling his coat closer around his chest. "Otherwise, I think I might retire to the gymnasium, and brush up on my fencing while we have the weekend." 
It had been a long time, spent in the library's walls. For once, he stood outside them, outside both classrooms and lessons, outside everything, and he could breathe. A welcome wave of informality, comedy, and lapse of sincerity that made those seconds of conversation almost magical. Like the day he died. His tombstone, in his family mausoleum that recorded his death in battle. He vividly remembered the moment he was brought back, the work of powerful oaths and black magic. Forced to assume a new identity and wander the Earth with shackles of hope. Something which had never made him explore the aspect of taking his own life. The thought crossed his mind, but stumbling upon the academy, he had a true purpose other than recording and reading. He could teach. No longer a student of himself, but a professor. The degree at Oxford had granted his title, and it was finally uttered by living breath. This was a long waited fate, which offered him freedom from himself. Freedom from the vivid flashbacks of a hundred wars. Wars he fought, because he believed himself a soldier, and nothing more. A 'rebellious bookworm', as the colonial army had so fondly nicknamed him.
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@Aio
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[Vranea]

She smiled and nodded at her roommate. "Well then, I am glad we are on good terms." She glanced back at the plants whose spirits were still relatively young and spoke in childlike voices to her. "The spirits in the plants are also glad to meet you." She laughed a little. She took a small canteen of water from her pocket an poured a little water at the base of each of the plants. "How are you liking the school so far Miranda?" @Mollisol

 

[Cosmilk]

Bailey
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   By the time he had received his key, Bailey was hit with a sudden sense of drowsiness, as if the cool metal touching his skin had made all the fatigue of traveling hit him all at once. He sighed and made his way towards the second tier dorms. After finding his room, he fiddled with the lock for a good few seconds before pushing the door open and breathing in the smell of the room he'd be spending his nights in for now on. It was very nice and comfortably warm, much to his tired delight, but something was a tad strange, "It seems my roommates aren't here yet" he thought, "Well, that means I get first pick at the bed then." Naturally, he chose the one with the window and began unpacking, folding his cloths,neatly placing them in the provided drawers. At that point he was completely and utterly tuckered out, so he promptly made a "Bailey Burrito" ™ with the blankets in his criminally comfortable bed and almost instantly drifted off into a sound sleep.

 

[Quincunx]

Miranda Shook


Interactions: @Vranea


"Haven't been around much, but there's a nice conjurer upstairs," Miranda said. "I really like your plants, especially that hibiscus. Can you tell me about them? Or their spirits?"

 

[Slothtastic]

Oliver took his first steps inside the dorm, going to move to his dorm he wondered how his roommate would be like, hoping they wouldn't be anyone weird he moved in. He didn't see his roommate so he sat down on his bed and began unpacking his luggage, he took out some grape seeds and deciding he would be hungry later, planted some in the walls of the side on his bed. Making them grow all along the side, he didn't know how his roommate would react so he kept it on his and only his. Taking a grape he plopped one into his mouth, 


"Vereh swee'."

 

[Aio]

Professor Minerva Averneth
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[SIZE= 12px]Minerva could feel the tips of her ears heat up as he spoke of her laughter, crossing her arms in front of her as she looked away for a moment before turning back to look at Lazarus. A small smile appeared on her lips as he spoke about showing her around. With a shrug Minerva spoke, "That would be lovely. I thought to finish up some paperwork in my office but other than that I am open. Of [/SIZE]course[SIZE= 12px] that is you do not mind showing me around." She didn't wish for the Professor to think he had to give her a tour, knowing he most likely had better things to do than to show her around.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]It was uncommon for Minvera to speak to someone as long as she had with Lazarus. Almost to the point to where she began to feel anxious. She knew Lazarus meant well so she decided not to go just yet, not knowing when she would have this kind of conversation again. Being ignored by her fellow Professors, Minerva almost forgot how to have a professional conversation, the only conversations she had last year were either with disruptive students or the Headmaster, neither quite as pleasant as this. [/SIZE]
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@HumansArentReal
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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He didn't have a name for this...he didn't know what even this was. This moment, Kat in his arms, Aleksander only knew it felt right. Now that he just focused on the moment, on her, he found that it was a feeling of...completion? Almost as if this was how things were supposed to be. Opening his eyes, he looked down into hers, losing himself in the seemingly vibrant hue. His mouth opened, about to speak, but he found his mind numbing, his breath turning to white vapor as he took in the image of her wrapped in his coat, and he could only imagine her standing with an eclipse behind her. Such an image...such a thought...Aleksander swallowed, yet still, he could not bring himself to speak, to break the silence that descended over them. It was comfortable, something he couldn't destroy. Not this.


@Elara

 

[Elara]

Katarina
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She couldn't bring herself to speak, either. Whatever this was, whatever she was feeling, it was infinite. Was he feeling the same way too? Her mind raced as she stared at him. Nothing made sense to her anymore, her mind was so cluttered with questions as to what this was. Her mind wondered over years and years of studying, but this feeling was never in her books. Surely, he had to have been as confused as she was, wasn't he? Or did he know? She could feel her mind shutting down, isolating itself once again.
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No, not this time. 
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She wanted to feel this way, whatever it was made her feel whole, like she had been missing something, or possibly him, her entire life. Maybe she did need him, after all. It wasn't normal, not in the slightest sense, but it felt right.
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She could feel herself instinctively pulling him closer, without even realizing her own actions. 
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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They were coming closer together, yet he didn't do anything to stop it. Rather, Aleksander was running on instinct, pulling her closer to himself. Every book he had read, every bit of knowledge in his mind had nothing on this-whatever this was. If he was being logical, he would have called it mere irrational and emtional impulses, but mostly everything he did lately defied logic, so why go back now? Besides, not when this feeling, this warmth in his chest, was so much better than the mere pulse he felt before. He felt as though he wanted this-no, needed this, whatever it was to begin with. Perhaps there didn't need to be any words to describe it or a name to place on it. He briefly wondered if she knew what this was, but that thought soon became irrelevent as his body moved of its own accord, bringing a hand up and cupping the side of her face. A stray thought passed through his mind: Beautiful. The thought was quickly lost however, without Aleksander hardly realizing he had even though it.


@Elara

 

[idalie]

PROFESSOR LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Lazarus warmly replied, enthusiasm quietly seeping into the tones of his voice. Motioning off toward the deeper network of hallways and various old rows of classrooms, he stepped closer. "Although, between you and me, before we venture off -" He awkwardly cleared his throat, and kept himself sincere and reserved. "The other professors? I've only heard partial rumours, but I feel as if leaving it unspoken is a gathering thundercloud. They did it to me, once upon a time. I'm a cursed being, thus I can contact and cross the veil between us and the spiritual realms. Meddling in darker affairs always comes with its stigmas and stereotypes. I want to just comment, that whether it be true or not, I don't care. In all brutal honesty. What matters is the practitioners. I don’t abide by gossip either.” Rubbing his features, Lazarus then peeked over his hand. “If I’ve offended you or completely butchered whatever I wanted to say, I apologise profusely. I seem to always dig myself a grave, and in front of people I rather like too.” Came the morose sigh.
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@Aio
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[Elara]

Katarina
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Kat's grip on him became tighter as she felt her cheeks flush red. She couldn't tell if it was from the breeze, or if she was blushing. Blushing? Why would she be blushing? Gods, what was she doing? Everything that was happening continued to flood through her mind like a tidal wave of pure emotion. It would have felt so irrational with anyone else, but him. It was him. 
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She was inches from his face, her breathing hastened and intertwined with his. She didn't even flinch when he touched her face, she just let it happen. Why was she letting this happen? Was this feeling her weakness? Was he her weakness? This thought stood out more than anything else in her mind at the time.
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"Maybe he is my weakness."
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His eyes were so beautiful. They were the kind of blue that could cut straight through her soul and pierce her very being. She couldn't pull herself away from him. It was natural, pure. Everything about him screamed in her head, overpowering whatever doubts she had about what was happening. He was her main concern, the moment was theirs, and for once, that didn't bother her. For once, she wasn't concerned about what she could do better, about what her family would think.
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One word came into her mind.
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Happiness.
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Was that what it was? This feeling that continued to grow in her chest? That tingled her lips until they turned into a smile? If her siblings saw her like this, especially with a Summoner... Oh G- No, this wasn't the time. At times, she felt as if she weren't even herself, just a machine stuck in overdrive. But in this moment, she was just a girl looking at a stranger who wasn't a stranger; A girl looking at her newly found world.
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If she was dreaming, she sure as hell didn't want to wake up. She was in bliss, despite being so anxious. She could feel herself closing her eyes, images of him flashing in the darkness. She finally just gave in and let her body do as it naturally wanted, tilting her chin up slightly.
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[DarkSlayer]

Aleksander
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Chin tilting down, Aleksander could acutely feel something tightening in his chest, pulling more taught as he just let his body control more and more, as it seemed to know what it was doing more than he did. Every time he blinked, the image of her standing out in stark contrast to the eclipse occurring behind her seemed to be burned into his retinas. Gazing into her irises, Aleksander found the hue of violet didn't seem to still, always in motion, growing and darkening slightly in luminescence. He could drown in them, the depth seemingly infinite. Compelling and consuming. His palm shifted of its own accord, thumb still against her cheek but his fingers spread on the back of her neck as he pulled her closer to him. The tightening in his chest grew to a point where he felt as if his chest cavity would burst before he gave in completely and his eyes fluttered before his lips brushed lightly against her own. The tightness in his chest gave way all at once, making him feel hollow for but a moment before the sensation of her overtook everything else. It may have only been light as a feather, but it was unlike anything Aleksander had ever experienced before. As empowering as it was fulfilling, Aleksander felt both complete and energized, as well as feeling a...how to explain it? It felt like a spark between them. It felt like he was rooted to the spot, like energy was keeping him in place. More than that, it felt like it was keeping him to her. And above all else, there was need; a hunger that demanded for more. It was difficult for him to make sense of, but he then again so was this-whatever they had.


He did know he never wanted this moment to end, and if this was a cruel dream meant to torture him with things he hadn't an inkling of a clue of but knew he wanted, then he would gladly remain comatose, letting the dream take him where it wished. For in this moment, he wasn't alone. For once, he had actually given up research, as it tedious as it was, for another person, and he would never stop thanking Kat for asking to go on a walk. He wasn't alone, and he knew he never would be; he'd always be by her side. It was funny how one could long for something they never experienced nor knew that they longed for it, until they actually experienced it.


@Elara     

 

[Aio]

Professor Minerva Averneth
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Minerva smiled at his enthusiasm though it quickly faded when he spoke of the possibility of her dabbling in dark magic and the games her colleagues with her sanity. She could feel the carton of cigarettes in her pocket grow heavier with every word that left Lazarus's mouth, rubbing her hands absent-mindedly as she bit her lip. " I am not fazed by their childish antics if that is what you are speaking of Professor Chauncey. Although I'm afraid I can not confirm nor deny my involvement with the dark arts. Thanks to our colleagues I am walking on a very thin rope and I actually wish to keep this job for more than a year. " Her words had a slight edge as she finished speaking causing her to purse her lips before letting out a sigh. "I'm afraid while speaking to the deceased and being able to raise them from the dead is perfectly acceptable, but actually causing the death or at least learning about various spells to further understand the ancient spells of my people is frowned upon and seen as endangering the students." She knew there was no reason she needed to explain herself to him, especially when she technically was not supposed to talk about her questionable involvement, though at this point she was rambling and there seemed to be no end. " Sorry... If we were alone I could give you a better explanation but my rambling with have to suffice." Breathing out she ran a hand through her hair, attempting to lighten the mood as she chuckled slightly before speaking. "So...Shall we begin with the tour? Or have I lost all chances with ever speaking to you again." While her words were meant in a joking manner she knew there was a high chance that her rambling perhaps ended all chance of Lazarus ever speaking to her again.
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@HumansArentReal
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[Vranea]

Tecomaria nodded with a smile happy to talk about her pants. "Of course! Well, the one on the far right is chocolate mint, it's a very nice and sweet spirit but requires daily care otherwise if will get excited and attempt to take over other pots. Next to Chocolate mint is Rosemary. Rosemary spirits are usually very shy, but this one is a little more bullheaded. If I didn't know better I'd say it was cross pollinated with Nettle. Which brings us to the one in the middle, Nettle can be a little mean at times, but it does want whats best for people and dislikes seeing anything in pain. Ginger is a wild little spirit and is much more rambunctious and talkative than the others. And hibiscus is a sleepy little fella, and speaks very softly. Hibiscus is very calm and laid back." She explained each of her plants. As she spoke the plants seemed to react to her words, one of the most notable reactions came at the comment about the Rosemary which looked to be a little embarrassing while the others looked joyful as if they were sharing a laugh. @Mollisol