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    • It was a dark and stormy night.

      Not that it was a prerequisite for dark deeds, but it was a well known fact that the majority of such things took place on nights like these. When the storms and the rain broke out, thunder and lightning flung and crashing like the cries of war, in times long since past.

      It was a night for the beings of the Moonlit World to venture out into a world, largely belonging to them. The witching hour, the darkness and the shadows where humans were faint and few- That was the world that belonged still to them. In Central Parks, the lycan packs ran wild in the knowledge that there was nothing to fear.

      In the neon-lit streets, slick with rain stalked hauntingly beautiful people, vampires of the Courts seeking prey under the Accords that bound all of them.

      Strange things flew in the skies, mages performed their experiments at home and the mana-rich areas of New York City. Such was the wonder such a cosmopolitan city afforded for all. All the Old Ways, the Old Rivalries pardoned and under the rug for coexistence to be possible.

      In his apartment, a mage would be reading. A professor, at the local college. It was a cozy place, warm and inviting. As a matter of fact, his mind was as far away from any sort of magic tonight. He was reading, the Once and Future King by T.H. White and well worn at this point.

      He blinked.

      A pulse.

      His hand went to his throat as he began to choke.



      Lightning flashed in the skies above as he gasped, the room lit up before he let out a choked scream.

      There was a bursting noise.

      The clock struck twelve.

      And laid out, dead in his chair the professors body lay. His chest with a hole and a heart, crushed as though by some hand.

      It was a dark and stormy night.

      And on such nights, dark deeds more often then not, were done.
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      Name: Lucifer Matthias Anghelscu

      Day Job/Mundane Cover: Catholic Priest

      Race: Damphir

      Mythos Origin: Balkan Mythology.

      Profile: A member of the Burial Agency of the Vatican special forces divisions, dealing primarily with monsters. Of the rank "Executioner", his primary responsibility is the neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen and surrounding neighborhoods, alongside his fellow Executioners. They are sanctioned to act as diplomats and agents of the Churchs Will, as well as assassins if the need arises.

      Personal abilities extend to hypnosis, regeneration, enhanced strength and speed to a six ton bench limit and forty miles per hour limit. His senses are on par with an animals as well as gifted with the ability to see in infrared. He can phase through most materials, save for cold iron and blessed silver. He has control over lesser animals, primarily rats, bats, moths, spiders and wolves and can shapeshift for a length of time according to the amount of blood consumed, though this is limited to a wolf, swarm of bats and dragon form, though he has yet to unlock the last. In exchange, sunlight weakens him without the Shroud of Saint Job and blessed weapons do more damage to him proportionate to how much of his gifts he uses.

      In battle, he primarily relies on swordplay in which he's mastered for his line of work.
      His weakness is his reliance on blood. Where more fullblooded vampires can last on a little blood, Lucifer as a half-blood has to drain more gas for his mileage as it is. In the sunlight without his shroud, is reduced to peak human ability and loses vampiric powers.

      His fangs produce a narcotic that releases a neurotoxin that enhances body sensitivity and releases intense pleasure to better allow a two-way prana flow. Lucifer gains blood, and in return he releases a little of his untapped and unused magic to heal the person in turn.

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      Name: Ella Copernicus Penwyk

      Day Job/Mundane Cover: College Student/Lead Singer of The Bad Seeds.

      Race: Magus

      Mythos Origin: Worldwide, Dresden Files

      Profile: A fourth-generation Warden of the White Council of Wizards, Ella is the latest in a prestigious line of those who train to protect the White Council. She grew up in Brooklyn, raised by her grandmother: An iron woman whose spells of protection and healing marked the entire apartment complex the pair had lived in till Ella moved out to her own place.

      She enjoys flower pressing for the beauty of it and also for the magical aspects such tools afforded. She takes pride in her skills with a blade and gun, but was woefully lacking in her magical arts, which she knew her grandmother was saddened by.
      Her dream is to become a museum curator. She hates spicy food.

      Her weapon of choice is a crucifix that transforms into a longsword, which doubles as her focus.

      Spell List

      Trojus- Wizards naturally screw with technology, but this gathers it up into a burst that with fry most electronics, engines, and the more modern firearm.

      Empiro- Increases durability, allowing for more punishing damage that a person otherwise might die or be affected from. A poor mans Shield Charm, but it works for her.

      Lumos- Produces light. The more power, the more light.

      Lupine- A tracking charm of her own devising, based on the careful study of wolves and dogs.

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      Name: Aralyn Daleyza Alamazt

      Day Job/Mundane Cover: College Student/Babysitter

      Race: Baku

      Mythos Origin: Chinese & Japanese Folklore

      Profile: A new college student studying for her degree in psychology. The reasons for this are as simple as that she sees it as a way to blend in, and at the same time learn about humans and their workings. On top of this, Aralyn found babysitting as a wonderful job, as it provides easy access to the nightmares she needs to get by.

      Abilities include hypnosis, dream manipulation, and divine territory. Despite being of the supernatural sort, Aralyn actually sees it as her job to ward off evil, and has limited divine abilities to help her do so. She likes being a Baku because of this, as she can cleanse people's dreams and conscience, often making them feel much happier in her experience. Most commonly, she prefers to avoid fighting if possible, instead using her divine territory in attempt to simply ward off and keep evil at bay. However, she can only hold up these barriers for so long, and can't hold them along much higher ranks of evil. So when necessary, she wields blessed kunai, shuriken, and other small throwing weapons(though she'll occasionally use simpler knives.

      Weaknesses consist of a lot of things - Aralyn doesn't like fighting. Unless absolutely necessary, as a shy and timid being, she prefers not to fight and will try to avoid doing so, instead relying on fleet feet and barriers. Due to this, she is a bit unpracticed with her weapons, often becoming clumsy in her combat. Because of her shy and timid nature, she also struggles to truly blend into the crowd, inspiring a deep fear of being discovered. She's very smart, but beyond her agility and fleet feet, she's not exactly made for fighting and is rather frail. Finally, Aralyn hasn't got the best hearing, and often needs things repeated or spoken slightly louder for her. This often leaves a blindspot.

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      Name: Lupa Perdita Animos

      Day Job/Mundane Cover: Constantly changing. Currently, in a great bout of irony, the young woman works as a police officer - only so she can get an eye on any criminals that could be potential targets.

      Race: Inugami

      Mythos Origin: Japanese Mythology

      Profile: By day, an 'innocent' officer, and by night? A ferocious revenge-seeking vigilante. The fiery wolf-spirit, despite always trying to act witty and snarky in an almost childish manner, is a force to be reckoned with and refuses to let anything stand in the way of her punishing of the guilty. Before having been ritualistically turned into an Inugami, the girl was a wolf, raised by an abusive man named Richard Elzic. She was treated poorly, hardly ever allowed inside even in the harshest cold or the fiercest heat, and even less commonly provided with food or water. Despite this, the wolf maintained a sense of loyalty and love for her master, never once trying to leave the place or abandon him.

      Of course, that all changed when the man decided that the state she was in wasn't enough.

      The man buried her up to her neck, leaving only her head free, before placing a bowl of food just out of her reach. She was left there for days, until she was finally about to die - at which point, Richard chopped her head off, burying it beneath a nearby highway. And, soon after, he dug up both the head and the body of Lupa, placing it in a shrine and thus creating what Lupa is, now. Ever since then, Lupa's been filled with rage and a lust for blood and revenge on all evildoers.

      Her fighting consists of utilizing her abnormally sharp canines and her claws, most commonly. However, if truly needed, Lupa will resort to the use of human-made weapons.

      Despite her abilities, Lupa has more than a few weaknesses. She has a crippling fear of being buried alive once again, as well as of small/tight spaces. Another deep fear is of becoming as evil as those she punishes.

      While her enhanced senses are a blessing, they also serve as a curse. If one were to overwhelm her with loud noises, strong scents, or anything that might throw off her vision, she'd be rendered temporarily out for the count. Perhaps even unconscious. She often uses everything she has without pacing, which is something that can be used against her in combat. Above all else, Lupa is horrendously lonely. The girl hates having anything about her weaknesses(especially emotional ones) or her past pointed out, and this triggers her enough to send her either into a crippling shock, or a blind rage.

      Special Abilities

      Evil Sense: Quite simply, this allows for Lupa to sense whether someone is evil or not.

      Shapeshifting: Easily Lupa's favorite ability, and the one she's explored the most. It allows her to change forms with relative ease, at the cost of the process(when not switching between her human and Inugami form) taking a fair bit of a toll on her.

      Enhanced Senses & Conditioning: Naturally, as a wolf spirit, Lupa has enhanced senses in almost every aspect and then some(including of hearing, smell, and sight). She also has higher speed and strength, and a slightly abnormal recovery rate, than/in comparison to humans.

      Possession: Something that Lupa is blissfully unaware that she can accomplish, this is a quite simple ability. It allows for possession of others.​



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    Name: Lucifer Matthias Anghelscu

    Day Job/Mundane Cover: Catholic Priest

    Race: Damphir

    Mythos Origin: Balkan Mythology.

    Profile: A member of the Burial Agency of the Vatican special forces divisions, dealing primarily with monsters. Of the rank "Executioner", his primary responsibility is the neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen and surrounding neighborhoods, alongside his fellow Executioners. They are sanctioned to act as diplomats and agents of the Churchs Will, as well as assassins if the need arises.

    Personal abilities extend to hypnosis, regeneration, enhanced strength and speed to a six ton bench limit and forty miles per hour limit. His senses are on par with an animals as well as gifted with the ability to see in infrared. He can phase through most materials, save for cold iron and blessed silver. He has control over lesser animals, primarily rats, bats, moths, spiders and wolves and can shapeshift for a length of time according to the amount of blood consumed, though this is limited to a wolf, swarm of bats and dragon form, though he has yet to unlock the last. In exchange, sunlight weakens him without the Shroud of Saint Job and blessed weapons do more damage to him proportionate to how much of his gifts he uses.

    In battle, he primarily relies on swordplay in which he's mastered for his line of work.
    His weakness is his reliance on blood. Where more fullblooded vampires can last on a little blood, Lucifer as a half-blood has to drain more gas for his mileage as it is. In the sunlight without his shroud, is reduced to peak human ability and loses vampiric powers.

    His fangs produce a narcotic that releases a neurotoxin that enhances body sensitivity and releases intense pleasure to better allow a two-way prana flow. Lucifer gains blood, and in return he releases a little of his untapped and unused magic to heal the person in turn.​
     
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    Morningside Heights.

    8:30 AM

    Monday.

    After one of the largest storms to ever hit New York City, it was almost as though the city had cleansed itself. There was a fresh smell to the air, though not for long considering. And all things from the dark had creeped back into their rest, dispelled by the dawn. Such had always been the way, since the ancient days when Man was more in tune with the world around them and more open to wonder. Then again, considering how people were nowadays, perhaps it was best to keep hidden.

    Such was the nature of what was collectively known as the Moonlit or the Hidden World. Trolls under bridges, vampires in shadows and fairies dancing between the raindrops in a modern world.

    Oooor, going to college!

    An alarm rang and groaning, a figure raised her head up as she stared blearily at the clock. Why the hell did she-? Oh, right.

    School.

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    Her name was Ella. A fourth-generation Warden of the White Council of Wizards. Still in training, not so good with magic but wonderful in the physical aspect of the job, she was an atypical example of those who were a part of the magical circles of the world. She grew up in Brooklyn, raised by her grandmother: An iron woman whose spells of protection and healing marked the entire apartment complex the pair had lived in till Ella moved out to her own place.

    Not too far though, her grandmother would miss her visits. On Sundays and Saturdays she left to spend time with her, on the rest she'd study for her classes and practice in the band she had joined, made up of a Troll drummer, a Lycanthrope bass guitarist and for some reason, a Kappa who played a mean fiddle.

    She enjoyed flower pressing for the beauty of it and also for the magical aspects such tools afforded. She took pride in her skills with a blade and gun, but was woefully lacking in her magical arts, which she knew her grandmother was saddened by.

    She wanted to become a museum curator. She hated spicy food.

    At any rate, it was a bit of a ride on her bicycle to Columbia University. But not so far as to be impossible and eventually, she came to a halt before the building for her first class in World History, chaining up her bike as she skipped up the stairs, three at a time.

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  2. Broadcast 1: 66.6 FM radio station

    "Hello all you wonderful people out there, this is your DJ, Mr. White speaking live. Boy, that was some storm last night not fit for man or beast! Though if you've already started building your ark, I'd say hold off just for a bit. Weather this week according to the news will be sunny, punctuated with overcast skies and scattered showers. Nothing like the deluge we experienced last night. I don't know about you, but I had chills running down MY spine. Dark forces were afoot, though whether its going to affect us at any rate is up in the air. Now how about some music? Don't go away, Stevie Wonders "Superstition" is coming up next!"



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  3. It had been just another 'normal' night, for young Aralyn. Or, at least, as normal as it got for a dream-eater like her. It wasn't a career that was the most sought after, or looked up to, but that was besides the point. She'd been hired for another night of babysitting, leading to using her energy on playing a variety of games and such with three energetic little children. Luckily for her, though, she had the ability to get them to sleep quite easily - to which, she would watch over them every night, guarding them from evil spirits and night terrors all the same. It wasn't an easy job, and on such stormy and dark nights, it could be quite draining. But the Baku girl held up just the same, never faltering in her duties.

    For if not her, who else would carry them out?

    Last night in particular had been rather.. eventful. More vengeful and ill-intending spirits and creatures had been intruding than usual, and even with the energy Aralyn had gathered from eating the nightmares of the children, banishing these evils and protecting the humans had been extremely tolling. Perhaps this was why, for the first time in ages, Aralyn only arrived at her destination just before the bell was to ring.

    Scurrying along the sidewalk in a rush to be on time wasn't the best feeling, but the Baku could never be late. She wasn't good at many things at all, but attendance and intelligence were her specialties. Even if she constantly was picked on for it. Besides, this school was still new to her - she needed to be sure that she made a good impression. So, whatever it took, she was willing to do it.

    Her long blonde hair flowing behind her as she hurried to the school building, the female found herself actually enjoying the breeze blowing against her skin. However, it didn't stop her from shuddering deeply as the feelings of darkness crept back in, leaving a cloud of gloom in the sky and even through the streets. It unnerved Aralyn, even made her a bit jittery, making her pick up the pace. She didn't have the energy to put up any barriers or fight at the moment, and she had an education to focus on, regardless.

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    By no means did Aralyn fit in, even though that was what she tried her damndest to do. She couldn't have anyone discovering what she was, but at the same time, she couldn't hide who she was. She wasn't one for sports, gossip, or cheerleading - but rather, she was more likely to be found with her face buried in a book, or perhaps trying to tend to those whom need help. Her forte was intellect and protection, not blending in or being popular. So as she passed through the doors of the University, it was unsurprising to her that a few students threw a number of crumpled up paper balls at her, though the action still made her cringe slightly. How she longed for a day where she could go somewhere without being picked on, regardless of how well she took it.

    That day wasn't today.

    So, silently and with her pale blue eyes cast downwards, the blonde made her way to her first class - World History. Admittedly, she knew almost none of the students, as a shy and timid girl. She was too afraid to approach anyone, and nobody ever cared to approach someone like her unless it was to pick on her. The student always tried to brush it off, and took every insult and push without complaint, for regardless of how timid she was? She had the will and heart of a warrior.

    Hardly so much as meeting anyone's gaze, Aralyn silently took her usual seat in the very front row, twiddling her thumbs. She felt as though she were bipolar, in that moment - so nervous about the fact that she might be discovered, yet so confident that she wouldn't. It was out of her hands, regardless, so she supposed she'd just have to wait to see. Whether she liked it or not.

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  4. "Sorry-excuse me! Sorry!"

    The classroom was a large one, World History being a popular class. Of course, this meant if you were late, you inevitably made yourself a nuisance trying to get to a seat. Such as in the case of poor Ella, who despite pedaling as fast as possible was still ten minutes late. Deprived of her usual seat, she ended up almost tripping over other students as she moved to sit in the only open seat.

    That being next to Aralyn as a felllow blonde slid into the chair. Letting out a soft sigh, she blinked and looked carefully around before asking Aralyn.

    "Excuse me. Am I in the right classroom?"

    Fifteen minutes. No sign of the teacher.

    @Hospes
     

  5. While Ella was brushing through the sea of students, Adalyn had produced a book- Nightmare Abbey, by Thomas Love Peacock -from her neat pile of supplies, trying to ignore any and all conversation, snide snickering, and stares geared towards her. Reading was a way to escape the cruel human world, and instead enjoy something of a dreamy reality for the Baku. Ironic, considering just what she was. Of course, her book choice this time around wasn't the lightest thing out there, but that had never mattered. Regardless of what the plots or topics were, books were all beautiful.

    So, naturally, she was more than happy to enjoy hers.

    The blonde was thirty-one pages in and it'd been fifteen minutes without the appearance of the teacher. As a natural worrier about others, this inspired deep concern in Aralyn, and she grew slightly anxious. It was tempting to excuse herself from class for a few moments to see if she could detect his whereabouts, but there was no one to request permission from. She was trapped in a room full of wily college students that all seemed to love picking on her, and-

    "..Huh?"

    Admittedly, the sudden question from the girl next to her alarmed the Baku a little, making her gaze drift up to the girl from where it'd been locked on her book. She was unused to people talking to her, so this wasn't something she was adjusted for in the slightest. "O-oh! Uh.. I suppose that depends on what class you're searching for, miss," Aralyn offered after a stunned pause, though she still seemed shocked as she spoke. Was this some sort of prank? "May I ask what you're looking for..? Currently, you're in World History."

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  6. Admittedly, Ella hadn't really met anyone. It wasn't just something she did usually. That said, looking over the book Aralyn was reading had Ella surprised she hadn't said hello before. She seemed kinda sweet, in personality. For a brief moment, she sighed out inwardly in mild envy at how nice her hair looked in comparison to hers before she frowned at the news given, checking her watch and looking at the clock.

    "....Weird. Its been almost twenty minutes now."

    Other students were looking at their watches or cell phones as well, some taking the opportunity to chat with friends, or study.

    Others even packed up and walked out. Ella frowned, tapping her fingers on the table before glancing at Aralyn.

    "Thank you- I'm Ella. Whats your name?"

    She extended her hand for a shake.

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  7. So it seemed that this other girl was to be in this class, as well. In any case, that was a major relief - unlike many of the other students she'd encountered, this girl seemed genuinely nice. Something that, to Aralyn, was extremely refreshing. But even so, she couldn't think about it too much. Her mind was still stuck on the fact that the teacher had yet to arrive, and it was ultimately making the blonde very squeamish. So much so that she didn't even register the way she was being looked at by her fellow student, or that the rest of the class appeared to be messing around on their phones.

    Of course, the ones who walked out of the class did not go unnoticed.

    "..You're right. Was there some sort of meeting that possibly didn't get announced? Or perhaps the teacher was required briefly elsewhere?" Aralyn inquired in response, mostly trying to convince herself that this was what was happening. That nothing had gone wrong, and their teacher was alright. However, after such a large storm... It seemed painfully unlikely. Maybe that was why she found herself staring at the doorway with something like longing, hoping for their educator to walk through the door.

    Snapped out of her daze by Ella's introduction and expression of thanks, the Baku once again found herself caught off guard, and her eyes drifted back to the other female with clear surprise. "Oh, um, it's nothing to thank me for," she assured, a hand reaching up to rub her neck lightly. This was the most conversation she'd had in God only knew how long, the kids she babysat aside. "...I'm Aralyn. Pleasure to meet you, Ella," the girl added with a sheepish smile, uncertainly reaching out and shaking Ella's outstretched hand. ​
     
  8. As poor as she was as a Wizard, there were some aspects that Ella retained to her kind as she took the hand and looked Aralyn in the eye. It was an accident and wasn't intending to use it but in her desire to befriend this person. Ella gained a lot more than she expected.

    Wizards called it the Sight, sometimes also referred to as "third eye". It allows a wizard to gaze upon the world and see its supernatural side, allowing the perception of things hidden to the normal eye. What has been seen through the use of the Sight will remain a lasting memory forever, and will neither fade nor be forgotten. Because of this, wizards don't use it often, for it could easily drive them insane.

    In layman terms, it just meant that in that moment, Aralyn could see Ella's soul starkly laid out for all to see, and Ella would see Aralyns true form.

    Aralyn would see a knight in armor, entrapped in chains and clutching a sword in an anvil glittering bright as two paths cascaded from her. One path led to a battlefield, the cries and chaotic screams of war a promise of what such a road entailed. The other led to a library, full of books and serene in contrast to the battlefield. The road to war had many people, smiling and gesturing the knight to join them.

    The path to the library was devoid of people.

    And then the vision faded, Ella blushing hard as she looked at Aralyn and let go of her hand as though it was on fire. But the damage was done, she dropped her gaze and seemed to shrink in on herself.

    "....Sorry. That was my fault."

    @Hospes
     

  9. To say that Aralyn was surprised and overwhelmed by the vision that overtook her was.. well, was the understatement of the century. As she was yanked harshly from the relative safety of the classroom into some odd scene she'd never gazed upon before at the mere fateful touch of two hands, the blonde felt her stomach turn, her heart speeding up to a point of feeling as though it'd burst from her chest. Luckily for her, the process of diving into someone's dreams was quite similar. The major gamechanger being that, well, she could see that coming.

    Trying to quickly recover from the shift, Aralyn allowed her eyes to land on the knight in armor, and the glimmering sword and anvil by her. But her focus quickly shifted, her pale blue eyes glancing to the somber scene one path led to. The sounds of shouts and cries and blows being made had naturally grabbed her attention, and she found herself almost trying to head there out of instinct. Out of urge to save. ..They cannot be helped. This isn't real, she reminded herself, shaking her head to clear it.

    About then, she noticed the second path - so quiet and calm that she had almost missed it. More entrancing than anything else was the beautiful library building, and the books it was filled to the brim with. Luckily for Aralyn, the vision ended quickly, and she found herself back in the classroom again. She had to blink a few times to clear the images that were still fresh in her mind, hardly even realizing how fervent Ella had been in yanking away. But after a pause, the blonde slowly shook her head, though her eyes were wide.

    That was quite the way to start the day.

    No wonder this girl was treating her so differently - she wasn't normal. She was of some magical quality, somehow. It was almost relieving, but was equally terrifying. "..It's nothing," she replied, voice still as soft as ever. "But I think our focus should be on figuring out what's going on. Certainly the teacher should be here by now..."

    @Saint Guillotine
     
  10. Honestly, she had no idea till that Soulgaze. That was one of the problems with the Moonlit World. Unless you went to specific territories, in New York City especially? You could be walking or sitting right next to a fellow practitioner or creature and not know it. Case in point, the Dream Guardian of the Eastern mythos with a soft intonation. The Wizard groaned quietly, though grateful the other seemed to not be offended or freaked out. She had no idea what her Soul looked like and didn't care to find out anytime soon.

    Seizing upon the lifeline, she nodded and rose up quickly.

    "Lets go to his office then. Maybe he- I dunno, fell asleep on his desk or something."

    She said with a wry grin.

    @Hospes
     

  11. In any case, the feelings on the matter were mutual - Aralyn had absolutely no desire to talk about what had just happened, or what she was. Especially not here. The thought alone of doing so was terrifying and intimidating as hell, so the Baku had no intentions to visit it at any time soon. She could only hope that, whatever this other girl was, she was on the light side. But going off of her instinct alone, Aralyn could feel no evil from her: something that was very reassuring.

    Granted, that didn't keep an appalled expression from spreading across her face at the suggestion.

    What was Aralyn supposed to say to that? Sure, she wanted to make sure that the teacher was alright and nothing had happened to him, but leaving class to do so? The thought was absolutely horrifying. "A-are you sure? I mean... I thought we weren't allowed to leave class until the bell..." the blonde fumbled, biting her lower lip lightly out of nerves. She was way too exhausted and out of sorts to have to deal with this right now, and she had no desire to break any rules. But then again... If someone's well-being was at risk....

    "..Alright. But, uh.. You'll have to lead the way," she finally consented, reluctantly sliding out of her seat.​
     
  12. Ella grinned, consent granted! She grabbed her new friend by the hand, helping to tug her up before setting off a quick pace down out the door and through the hallways. Past the various students and their own little circles, up to the point where the offices would be as they slowed to a brisk walk....And then stopped.

    Ella had the strangest expression on her face, the closer they came to the office. It was an odd scent in the hall. One of lavender and other, strange spices. A potpourri of conflicting scents, as it came from such an item, hanging over the doorknob.

    It wasn't until Ella touched it however that she withdrew her hand in shock, eyes wide before glancing at Aralyn.

    "....Did you know our teacher was a Wizard? I didn't."

    Because if it hadn't been confirmed now, the glowing emblem of a pentacle in blue fire on the door would be seen as biting her lower lip, Ella glanced swiftly around and spoke.

    "We need to keep people away from this door part of the offices for now."

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  13. It all happened so fast that the female student could hardly comprehend it - all she knew was that her hand had been grabbed and she was suddenly being yanked unceremoniously out of the classroom, dragged down a rather unfamiliar corridor by the other girl. In complete honesty, she was certain that she would never adjust to this unfamiliar treatment, but tried to go along with it despite. Maybe she really did have a friend, finally. Of course, that wasn't what this little endeavor was about.

    As they drew nearer to the door, even the Baku picked up the scent. It was foreign to her, but.. Nice, in some sense, if fairly concerning and unnerving. As they came to a stop in front of a door, the smell stronger than ever, the student could only watch as Ella reached for the doorknob. And, of course, recoiled upon touch. Immediately, the girl became visibly concerned. "Are you hurt? Is the handle-" She didn't have time to finish, because the other girl was speaking a simple phrase that left Aralyn completely awestruck.

    Her pale eyes widened once again, even moreso than before. Had this Ella girl really just...? She had. Without so much as a second thought, the girl looked around frantically, desperately searching to be sure no one had heard that. "Shh..! We can't talk about that here, can we?" she whispered, concern and a slight trace of fear slipping into her voice. "But.. No. I didn't," she added in a mutter. Eager to change the subject and move on to a safer topic, the Baku just shifted uncomfortably, once around glancing around nervously. "..What for? C-can't we get in trouble for that?"

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  14. Ella shook her head, gesturing to the glowing pentacle.

    "When I touched the doorknob, this activated. If anyone sees it- Anyway, first things first. One of us examines this, the other one keeps a lookout and makes sure we divert people away."

    Secrecy was a byword among all their kind, this no exception. If she was a better wizard, maybe she'd actually be able to deal with this better.

    As she wasn't, all she could do was poke it and hope it didn't blow up in her face, or keep an eye out while her new friend looked it over.

    Which one does Aralyn do?

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  15. "...So I suppose that means there's no choice?" Aralyn sighed heavily, her shoulders visibly slumping. So much for my perfect attendance... Looking rather defeated, the blonde slowly nodded in understanding, though she wished she could simply return to class. "...I suppose I'll keep lookout. Little trinkets such as these aren't at all my specialty," the blonde explained, hesitantly turning her back to the door and keeping a look out with nervousness.

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  16. The Baku peered out into the hallway, but nothing would be seen. It was curiously empty for an office wing. No teachers seemed to be in, there were no students with appointments. Nothing but them...All alone.

    And then slowly, in the distance the doors to the exit clicked loudly, as they were locked from the outside.

    The electrical lights flickered and died, plunging the lit hallway into shadows and Ella from her examination looked up in a panic.

    "That wasn't me, I swear!"

    Something was here with them, unseen. The sound of claws clicked on the floor, the ragged breath of some animal echoed in the halls...But there was nothing seen in their line of sight.

    What do they do?

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  17. Phew. Thank goodness it was this quiet and calm. It was a nice change of pace, sure, but Aralyn was sadly aware of the fact that things were too peaceful. This wasn't normal, and something was definitely wrong, here. "..I've got a bad feeling, Ella. It seems as th..."

    ...Oh, mother of God.

    Tensing up visibly as the exits clicked in symbolization of them locking, the Baku felt her heart beat even faster, a lump rising in her throat... Before quickly subsiding. Even as the lights died away and the footsteps and ragged animalistic breathing came into hearing range, she stiffened, body going rigid in an almost defensive stance. "...Stay back, Ella," she ordered, a new firmness and confidence in her tone. Placing herself between Ella and where she thought she heard the sounds coming from, Aralyn waited, eyes closing in focus so she could conjure up a barrier if and when necessary.

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    In the shadows it stronger and as it did, it grew more substantial. Terror of the lonely roads of the Emerald Isle and the Highlands of Scotland long ago. Twisted, ruined hounds as black as night and teeth as sharp as the swords of the warriors who dared face them. Guardians at times, of young women and the favored method of punishment by some who against their enemies, the Black Hounds were a dangerous breed of monster. This one barking and growling at the Wizard and the Baku, the latter who told to stay back rolled her eyes and stepped to the side, her crucifix off her neck as it unfolded into a longsword as she took a ready pose.

    "Don't be a dork. I'm not going to let you face this alone!"

    To Aralyn though, the hound growled....And understanding popped into her head, the words of the Hound saying the following.

    "Where is my master? What have you done to him!"

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  19. Hah. What an amusing thought. For so long, Aralyn had done everything on her own and was used to and happy with doing so. Yet, for the first time, she had someone in it with her - and she was unsure that she liked it. "...Fine. Just stay close," the blonde replied, eyebrows furrowing as the beast came into sight. As long as the other female was close enough, she could guard her with her barriers - which had already began forming around them, demonstrating a faint but pure light.

    But as the beast spoke... Aralyn almost let the barrier go down. There was no time wasted in her response. "...Your master. Does he work here? As the World History teacher, by any chance?" she asked, keeping her voice as calm as she could. "If so, we're looking for him. He never came around, so we decided to make sure he was around and alright.. Except, we accidentally set off some magical trinket in the process," she explained.

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