Fantasy Ww: Iuncta Iuvant

[Esme]

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@Goddess
@ErisianDialects


@EliCarter


@Coro


@Toaster Muffins


@bettsyboy


@Hatchet


@Kagura

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Our world has seen tales of terror spanning far and wide across the globe, from the Uproar of NightRise to total obliteration of countries and people. All brought forth by the knowledge of something great and powerful, something that can hold within itself a mighty light, but also casts a deadly shadow and it is with his knowledge that the last flickering wielders of it reset the clocks, and gave birth to a new chance for hope and a better future.


The old gave way to the new with their last breaths, erasing what they could of their world in the hopes that the new generation, prepared with what they could leave behind safely, could change the tides of a world full of Magic.


And now, a new generation arises to make a new path forward, to keep their magic a secret, to survive, to protect. And it is today, that the letter you had received a month prior dictated that you would be arriving at the school's front door. Of course, the train that had appeared in the early morning light in the middle of your street (yet some how remained unseen to all those but the expecting) had done the real mileage to bring you here.


Welcome to the Highland Academy for Witches and Wizards, the world's one and only school for the youth of those with the gift of magic. Are you ready to begin your journey?

 

[Esme]

Palester watched, hawk like eyes tracking the movement from the highest floor in the administration building as the smoke stacks billowed up in the sky. The train was close, but still had a ways to go before it released unto them the students of old and new. With a nod of his head, and a gentle push up of his spectacles he departed for the welcoming hall to ensure everything was ready to receive.


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With a sly grin of curiosity, the red head crept through the train. Well, that was a lie, it wasn't creeping, more so walking, but still, she argued to herself, it was silent like the hijackers of the good old dust bowl. But with more people and lots of noise. Tucking thumbs into the pockets of her jeans, she swerved around kids moving back and forth down this sections aisle. She had made it through four sections so far, and had learned one thing. The older students were loud.


Glancing into the door of an open compartment she saw a couple of older kids, crowded onto the two bench seats playing cards in the middle of them. Despite having a table, she noted with a bit of awe, they had no problem keeping the cards off the ground. Or cheating, for that matter, as an eyeball left a kids sleeve and started hovering behind one of the others. With a shrug, and one last glance, she kept moving.

 

[Goddess]

As the train would shake her grip on the window seal would tighten. Her brows were dented and displeasure was written all over her face. The small tribal girl had her legs up on the seat and her knees close to her chest. Her long braided brown hair was wrapped around her neck at the moment. giving a hairy scarf look. As the train sped along the tracks she could feel her heart trying to escape her chest. When the train had settled she opened one of her eyes then the other before letting out a sigh. She never rode a train, never trusted one. She had two good fine pair of legs and that was all she needed. She let her feet down on the ground, the small shoes irritating her feet. The train jolted again and up her feet went once more.


She could hear other kids comment on her reaction, some laughed some saw aw. She hissed a little cursing her mother for making her go to something so far away. New people, new clothing , new places...what in gods name was she thinking. The train jolted once more , kicking her current thoughts away and brining her back to her current situation. She could feel her stomach turn and her shoulders getting heavy. She quickly used her free hand to cover her mouth.

 

[ErisianDialects]

The tall man would affirm a tophat to his newly shined head. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Jet black skin beneath makeup of a skull, his tuxedo jacket open exposing various sigils painted over the tattoos. He was houngan, proud, and not to be mocked or teased. He had his duties by day, and his few classes by night. He hoped that he wouldn't have as many annoying students this year. Which reminded him. A pair of pliers and he pulled a nail out of the photos of his students he had taken last year. He hoped the knowledge had sunk in.


He walked to the corner of the room, taking out the large black rooster from it's cage and put it on his hat. He walked to the skulls on shelves around his office, and spoke one word in his deep voice, loud enough to almost make the shelves shake.


"Behave."


Then he would walk out to the welcoming hall.


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The gangly young man, still getting used to his extended limbs from his recent growth spurt, was making a mess. It wasn't entirely his fauly, if he was honest, he just couldn't keep his hands busy enough. Through luck, or the fact he was carrying a knife and a decent sized stick, he had gotten a compartment to himself, his feet up on the steamer trunk that he had put his foot down and demanded he be allowed to make. It had been a few weeks making it, but it was mostly sturdy, even if it weighed a ton. In the end, he'd put on a dozen sets of wheels.


He rarely let his toys out of his sight.


He was sitting, slowly carving a stick from a stick. Well, not really a stick, a wand. At least, he hoped it would be when he finished it. Long shavings as well as little woodships littered the floor and his lap. His mind was on the wood, working with the grain, off in his own little world as he focused on nothing but the wand giving off light so he could read at night with it. He was unaffected by the rocking, his hands and mind working on the one project,

 

[EliCarter]

Frost sat firmly in her seat, legs crossed at the ankles and the smaller of her luggage hanging off the edges of her lap. She was currently in the process of curling her lip and staring out of the window, attempting to count landmarks as they rushed by her in an attempt to drown out the noise about her. As much as she wanted to comment on the loud children about her, she knew it'd be best to stay quiet and stay poised. When she thought of her brothers sitting on this very same train, a small sense of pride forced her back straighter and her chin higher. She sighed, letting her shoulders slump, she looked ridiculous.


With the sly movement of her eyes, she began to size up her opponents. She knew she'd be the top of her class, but establishing her rivals now would give her an edge, an edge she didn't really need, but could still take advantage of. After looking about the cabin of the train she sat in, she realized.... nobody in particular looked... like a threat. She only allowed her shoulders to slump further for a second, before straightening her back once more and looking out the window with her chin held high, as she was sure all of the Farrick family had done before her.

 

[Esme]

Ducking through another dividing cover of two carts, she paused for a moment. This room, despite the ones she'd crossed already, were absolutely terrifying and yet she couldn't help it. She tested the door handle, and finding it locked like the others, she moved on, more satisfied than before. This section seemed to have more kids her age, but she was unsure of years. In fact, one of the first ones she looked into had a boy carving in it, and though he seemed young enough to be a first year, but he was calm, like he'd done this before or something. She shrugged to herself, what did she know, reading into things?

 

[Goddess]

Kana knew in five seconds it was either the sack of clothing under her feet or the bathroom walls that would be painted with vomit from last nights dinner. She quickly hopped up from her seat, the hair like scarf unwrapping itself from around her neck and falling to her back. She quickly ran down the aisle of the train toward a door that was located in the back. Many kids at that time took the liberty of blocking her path or at least that's what she had thought at the time. Ducking and swerving between stick like children and plump ones that continued to chomp on what could be their tenth snack, she had made it to the door. Opening it with force, she entered the second cart.


Her eyes found a door in the back that had a small label on it. She gave a gasp but closed her mouth as her stomach began to turn and her head moved forward as if it was about to spit something out. Rushing past the remaining children she spotted two that seemed out of place. one with a carving and another who had curiosity written over her face. She was going to stop till she felt something flow up through her throat. Panicking she opened up the bathroom door then closed. Dropping to her knees she began to hurl into the toilet seat. After five hurls and a few quick breaks to grab air she wiped her mouth with a sheet of toilet paper and looked up toward the window.


"God I hate trains."

 

[Coro]

Yorick Stern's eyes were still full of wonder. He'd never been on a regular train before, forget one taking him to a magical academy. Forget magical academies. Forget magic. This freaking train was so cooooool. He loved watching out the window and seeing the scenery whizz by, it was like.... Magic. He thought, sighing at his own terrible and unintentional pun. Rolling his eyes, he knew that one would have brought down the house back home. And thus, thinking of home is how Rick fell into a bit of a funk.


Would mom be okay? Would his little brothers and sisters get along without him there to play referee? Only time would tell. Deciding he'd try walking around the train the way he'd seen others do, he let his curiosity get the better of him as he cracked open the door of his cabin and began to stroll slowly through the train's hallways. Maybe that might cheer him up a little?


Peaking into the other compartments, he saw the odd display of magic, which wowed him. The only magic he'd ever done wasn't even on purpose. He'd tried to replicate the event, but hadn't managed to do it. Maybe he was just bad at magic? He worried about his future life at the Academy as he strolled down the hallway at a relaxed pace, pausing sometimes to marvel at little displays of magic know how.

 

[Goddess]

With her head down and her hand covering her mouth she tried to calm her nerves by singing a song her mother used to sing to her.


"Ingonyama nengw' enamabala,Oh, oh, iyo Mamela .Oh, oh, iyo. Ubukhosi bo khokho We ndodana ye sizwe sonke. "


The train jolted again making her body go backwards then rush forward into something. Her forehead colliding with something flat but not in the least bit hard, soft and cushion like a chest. She lifted her head as she grabbed a hold of one of the corners on the train seat. She blinked a little using her free hand to rub her forehead. When she realized it was another person she gasped and bowed her head. Her thick long braid flying toward the front of her body and laying against the right side of her shoulder.


"My deepest apologies. I didn't mean to hit you. The train, you see jolted forward and I'm not used to trains so ....sorry, I'm really sorry."

 

[Coro]

Rick blinked a few times, while glancing down at the girl who'd bumped into him. It was mostly his fault, he'd been standing in the middle of the hallways, like a slack-jawed moron, watching a kid on the inside make pieces of candy hover up into his mouth. What a neat trick... Rick had thought before being pulled from his reverie.


"... Uhm, yea, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't a been in the middle o' tha hallway." He noted, his accent having a bit of a country twang to it. He glanced about, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze was drawn down to the girl though, as she seemed exotic, almost out of place. Her skin was significantly darker than his, and he was fairly tanned as far as people went from his hometown. Her long braided hair was silky, almost. Taking a step back, Rick glanced about again.


"I'm Yorick, but ya can just call me Rick." He introduced himself, smiling slightly and extending his hand while putting the other in the pocket of his jean shorts.

 

[Goddess]

She gave him a much wider smile as he accepted her apology and even gave her one back. She knew when her mother said people outside of the village were nothing but monsters and mooching heathens that she was being over dramatic. Extending out her own hand she took her small one into his own and gave him a firm handshake. Apparently that's what people did in the city, to show that they are on equal grounds at least thats what she was told.


"My name is Kanal Gifrini Hemlich Vermican. Though its a long name so please call me Kana. A pleasure to meet you Rick. I assume since your on this train your going to the same school I am. "


The train moved again so she found herself scooting into the empty seat that she had her hand on. Like before she lifted up her legs and brought her knees to her chest. She had wrapped her hair around her neck and held tightly onto the end of the train seat. Looking up at him with a forced smile her voice cracked a little.


"I'm no good with trains...its my first time."

 

[usagi froggy]

A small young girl was sitting in her train compartment, matching her small stature. It was tiny, and only had room for herself. Eleanor had never been a loner, but she decided that she had needed some time to herself, just so she could think about the things that had been happening. She had somewhere along the line acquired healing magic. Eleanor wondered why it had happened to her, one of the most ordinary girls on the planet, but then she thought, that extraordinary things always happened to ordinary people in the books she had stuck her nose in.


While she was reading the latest novel from her favorite author, all sorts of thoughts were swimming through her head, What will the people be like? Will they be rude? Will I make friends? Are the classes going to be hard? Eleanor took a deep breath and decided not to worry about it that much. She looked at the compartment across from her. It was a young man, maybe a year older than her. he had a knife and was carving something with it, "What is that?" Eleanor asked with curiosity.

 

[ErisianDialects]

The boy was sitting, humming quietly as he carved and whittled, moving with the motions of the train almost unconsciously by now. He was relaxed, more relaxed than he had been in a long time, and it was happily soothing. Which is when he heard a little voice popping up asking what it was. People rushing by didn't phase him, the conversation around him being ignored easily. This, however, made him look up, smiling across the passageway at the girl who'd spoken to him.


"It's a stick, right now. I hope it'll turn into a nice little reading light."


Alone, surrounded by people, it didn't matter to him. He pulled a face as he looked across at the size of her compartment.


"You can come over here if you like, might be able to put your legs up at least."

 

[Esme]

As a girl rushed passed, Shawnee tilted her head to follow the movement, but it was the voice of someone speaking to the carving boy that made her scurry off. She was okay with watching people do magic, but listening to others conversation was bad form. Besides, she had another section to be examining before she'd be satisfied enough to return to her own compartment. Ducking through the last set of dividers, she found where the seniors rode. Not long after, was she making her way quickly back up through to her own compartment, head down and watching the floor with a very grumpy older girl chasing her out of that section.


Ah well, t'is part of the adventure, was it not? She asked herself. Whipping through the rest of the sections of the train with moderate ease, she turned into the one that she was storing her things in and flopped back down on the seat. The large Venus flytrap that was positioned on the other seat seemed to smile in response. "Oh, shut up, Hector..." She mumbled.

 

[usagi froggy]

Eleanor stared at the stick. She wondered how it could possibly become a reading light. It took her a second to realize that everyone in this train had some sort of magic. Eleanor thought it might be a bit of a hindrance to have your reading light be stick shaped, though.


Lost in thought, she had missed the offer of a larger place to sit. It took her brain a minute or two to click back and process the offer. She imagined the boy in the other compartment was getting a bit impatient.


Eleanor was a bit unsure what to say. People had never really asked her to sit with them. If she didn't approach you first she always seemed very stern and unapproachable when in reality she was very flighty and sociable.


The awkward young girl looked longingly at the larger compartment. At least she'd get a larger seat if she sat there. This seat was like a can of sardines, and she was the only sardine!


Eleanor nodded, and picked up her thick, hard-back novel. She waited for the train to stop wobbling and quickly dashed to the adjacent compartment, "So, um, what's your name? I'm Eleanor DeVaney. Not really special or anything, but I get by, I guess."


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[Coro]

Rick chuckled awkwardly. It was his first time on the train too, but he'd been enjoying himself immensely. A farmer's kid like him, suddenly swept up into a world of magic and fantasy? This was like a story to him, something his mother would read to him and his siblings to put them to sleep at night. Something he would fantasize about, about not being an ordinary farmer's kid, destined to do nothing with his life...


Shaking himself out of that rather depressing train of thought, and placing himself back into the present, Rick's attention became fully focused on Kana once more.


"It's yer first time too? Ye don't seem ta be enjoin' yerself as much as others are. Did ya wanna sit down?" He asked her, slightly worried about her condition. Maybe this was that motion sickness people got sometimes? After growing up riding in a horse-drawn buggy every third day to visit the market, this train was nothing to Rick.

 

[ErisianDialects]

"Name's Theodore, but please don't call me that. Call me Tim. My parents thought it was a cute idea to make my initials spell out another name. I've been called it so much, I assume I'm in trouble otherwise."


He lifted his denim and wool lined jacket, carefully sliding the knife into it's sheath as to not slice up his new pants. They were a little scratchy, but he would deal still. Growth spurts meant he had an entire new wardrobe, also meant that he sometimes forgot how to do silly things run. He felt he was getting pudgy, he needed to do something about that.


"And everyone is special somehow, Just need to figure out exactly how you are and run with it. Find your strengths, play to them."


His fingers would run along the carved wood, gently brushing his fingers along the length of the wand, gently knocking out little bits of wood, feeling for rough patches.


"Sorry, I'm not myself, little nervous. Keep expecting myself to wake up and not be here, you know?"

 

[usagi froggy]

Eleanor nodded, and giggled. She had never known anyone whose initials had spelt out another name. Eleanor's name almost spelt Ebay, but it was two letters off, "Theodore is a nice name, but I guess nicknames are better sometimes. Theodore sounds quite formal."


The flighty girl nodded off for a bit, not focusing on what he was saying. Eleanor was still looking around the train. She felt the comfy seats, scratching at the leather. Tim told Eleanor he wasn't himself, "I'm a bit nervous, too. I can totally relate. I feel like that a lot, since my family moves around," Eleanor smiled at Tim.

 

[ErisianDialects]

"I'll also respond to Tim, there's a major chance I won't respond to my real name."


He would look at the girl, his eyes narrowing a little briefly as she went on and off into the distance, and he would smile a little. Reminded him of some of the girls he was brought up around. Although she was here, her mind wasn't.


"Formality is highly overrated. I mean, I was at a formal dinner this one time, you know, suit and tie, my mother was hosting it, and the four piece chamber music was a mariachi band, the canapes were poisoned and then the chef exploded into custard."


Starting off a dull statement, and just making it crazier. A trick he had learned young, eventually the words would sink in, might bring her back to reality, might not. But it was fun to see how long he could get it to last.


"So, tell me about yourself? You another fish like me?"

 

[Goddess]

Her eyes were glued to the floor of the train but when he spoke again she looked toward him. She gave him a nod a little before thinking back. The least she has ridden was a horse and that was only once. Her friends from another village had came over showing them their new items and animals. She was able to ride one but the reins was held but the village elder. Other times was nothing but a run or walk, that's what she had legs for at least.


"Um, well no not exactly. The train moves oddly and I'm not used to moving at such speed. I was born in a village you see...so thins like this wasn't there. I rode a horse but we were trotting and it only lasted for a few minutes."


She scooted closer toward the window, her hands stilling clinging to the end of the train seat. Her life was supposed to be simple. Live with her parents in her village , become a witch doctor or a medium. Dance and hang around with her friends but sadly thins changed. New clothing that wouldn't allow her to show anything other than her arms and face. Food that tasted awful and the people were rude but that's people every where. She was happy she found someone who was nice.


"Do you mind sitting with me...now that your here I think I can relax a little. "


Usually in times of hard ships or when she was going to have a melt down her friends would sit with her.

 

[usagi froggy]

Eleanor had been drifting off a bit, but the word "mariachi band" had gotten her back to reality. Her eyes had widened, wanting to listen to what had happened. She couldn't help giggling at the exploding chef in the custard, even thought it was horribly morbid. Tim then asked if she was another fish. Eleanor was terrible with figurative language, so it took her a second or two to get what he was asking.


"Yes, I think so. I know practically nothing about what's going on, so I'm just playing this by ear. So far, it's been pretty good though, even if things are confusing."

 

[ErisianDialects]

"Oooh, more fishy than me. Out of your element, all flopping around, trying to survive academia. My father helped me with some of the basics growing up, not much, but enough to understand some at least."


Tim seemed to frown a little when he mentioned his father, but it didn't last long. Not letting himself get down, not letting himself be what he became last year. New start, he can do it.


"Parents? Siblings?"


First person who had bothered to speak to him and she was exactly like the commune kiddies. The more things change, the more the strange ones were around through fate, luck or destiny.

 

[usagi froggy]

Eleanor nodded, now a bit interested in what Tim had to say. She tried her best not to stare off, and wanted Tim to think she was genuinely interested. He then asked her if she had any parents or siblings.


"Hm, well I do has parents. My father suffered a nearly fatal accident a couple months ago, but my magic kicked in at just the right time and saves him. M mother's always been a Mage, but she kept it in hiding. What about your parents?


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[bettsyboy]

Merideth walked through the isle of the train half asleep, jet lag was a nightmare for him, his long black hair was messy from his leaning against various things to nap and his eyes had dark marks below them, he walked with a slight slouch. He passed by one of the bathrooms, all the other seats on the train were full so he figured he could perhaps get another 10 minutes of shut eye in there. Opening up the door he darted back, covering his face "UGH! oh god... someone puked all over! ugh!" he shut the door again and moved on.


He soon came to a small compartment where there were a few seats available, inside were a couple of others, a girl who looked like she'd never been on a train before (Kana) and a guy who seemed normal enough.


He slid open the compartment door, poking his head in "hey guys, uhh, mind if I sit in here?" He had his jacket under his arm, bunched up like a pillow

 

[ErisianDialects]

"Lucky you. My Father died last year, alchemist, one too many miracle cures, the council killed him. Mother is a psychiatrist, normal far as I'm aware. Mind you, it was either some kind of scrying or else psychiatry actually means something. They'd been divorced a long time, I was not happy with the situation."


Tim idly tapped his chin with the wand while he thought.


"Got a step sister. Evil, malicious, manipulative little tart. Angel to her daddy's eye. She's spent the past year blaming me for everything, but she'll get what's coming to her. All in all, if I'm forced home for holidays, I think I'll just find myself a nice, quiet workshop and take it over. Might do that anyway."


For someone excited to be escaping, he didn't seem it. It was like he couldn't be bothered with the effort of showing it, as much as his hands kept working on the stick. But then, everyone had their own little quirks.